Who can introduce some stories or books that make people cry?

I think The Muslim Funeral is quite touching. I watched this when I was 15 years old. And Qiong Yao's "Fire to Heaven" is also quite sad.

Where do colorful birds wander? "Oriental", "Tell me where he is now". . . . They are all military novels. I don't think young people can accept it. In fact, "Bright Sword" is also quite touching. I cried when I watched it in 2002.

There are many movies, because some music and pictures are enough to make you collapse. . . Post a story and see if you can understand it. . . .

"Tell me where he is now? 》

I could have been a hero's wife.

Being a hero's wife is the love ideal of our generation. When I grow up to be a big girl who knows how to love, I am waiting for the arrival of a hero wholeheartedly. I know I will meet a hero on a sunny day and follow him until I become his wife.

Fortunately, when I was young and beautiful, I caught up with an era of heroes.

That year, I just graduated from the military medical school and was assigned to the Army 158 Hospital as a nurse in surgery. At that time, the war in southern Xinjiang was tense, and the front line was the focus of the people of the whole country. I can hear or read news about wars and heroes from the radio and newspapers every day. There are also many wounded people living in our ward. I use my young hands and a young heart to comfort those young lives like me. I am proud of what I have done.

Our hospital is located in the south of Yunnan, next to the only way from the mainland to the front. There are always military vehicles with camouflage nets passing by a road in front of the hospital. Under normal circumstances, we don't need to do anything for military vehicles. We are only responsible for receiving the wounded coming down from the front.

One day, I was on the night shift, and it was already midnight. Soon after I took over, the situation came. It turned out to be an army from outside to change jobs. On the way to the front line, a truck unfortunately overturned because it was unfamiliar with Panshan Road in the south. A total of five people were injured, two of whom were sent to our department. One was carried in, and it looks like he was badly hurt. The doctor on duty and I ran back and forth in the ward one by one, taking blood pressure and pulse, doing skin tests and venipuncture. If such a thing happens in normal times, we nurses will feel very unlucky. At that time, I was full of deep feelings for those soldiers who came down from the front or went to the front.

In this feeling, there is my expectation for a hero.

Finally, the rescue work for the wounded can come to an end. Panting, I walked to the nurse's office and reached the office door. There seems to be a wall of blood standing in front of my eyes, and a big back stands in front of me. I clearly saw that it was a Zhang Junren's back. The military uniform on the back had been cut by some sharp weapon, and the wound on the back was bleeding ... You, why are you still here? .. I didn't know what to say, so I said it without hesitation.

I took him to the treatment room and shouted at the doctor. When I got to the treatment room, I immediately began to unbutton his coat. He said, I will do it myself. It doesn't matter. Suddenly, his guttural voice sounded in the small treatment room. I just looked up at him. This is a handsome face. Such a face belongs to a hero in my feeling. His performance is also full of heroism. He has been lying motionless in the treatment bed. I clearly saw that it was a big wound, the skin had cracked and the subcutaneous tissue turned pink. The doctor on duty is sewing up his wound with a big bent needle. In my opinion, the needle used by the doctor is too big. The triangular curved needle swam around like a fish in his skin and subcutaneous tissue in the doctor's hand, causing his skin and subcutaneous tissue to be provoked, punctured and bleeding again and again. But he didn't say a word with my recognized heroism. He's just putting up with it His strong behavior is shown on his forehead. This scene moved me and made me excited. I bravely walked to the treatment bed and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a piece of sterile gauze. He looked up at me and said nothing. I just saw him raise his eyes and have deep wrinkles on his forehead. Such wrinkles must belong to heroes in my opinion, and I took a slightly flustered step.

When the doctor and I finished treating his wound, I knew that his name was Liu Haishan and he had just come from the north a few days ago. After he got out of the treatment bed, he said to the doctor, doctor, can I go now? Our doctor is from Sichuan. The doctor gave him a look and said in strong Sichuan dialect, Are you kidding, young man? Don't worry, stay for a few days. But I ... But I haven't been to the front ... What is this? He argued in a low voice. He doesn't look hurt at all, but he has a feeling of inexhaustible strength. After listening to the doctor's words, I felt a sense of excitement. I said, I don't think you can wear your clothes. Take it off and I'll take care of it for you. Sure enough, his clothes were covered with blood and there was a crack in the oak tree.

At this time, he showed the panic of an ordinary man when he encountered such a thing. He said, how can this be done? I was strengthened by his panic, and I said confidently, what's the matter? Bring it, I will. But after that, I still have a moment of regret. At that time, I was also a proud girl. Like some girls who like me, I want to hold my head high for the man I like better. But I didn't. I haven't learned to deal with men at that time, and I don't know if I will fall in love with him at that time.

In the dead of night that night, I washed Liu Haishan's bloody clothes. Actually, washing clothes for the wounded is something we often do. The skin on my finger was rubbed and bled again and again for washing clothes for the wounded, and then it grew back. But I never feel like I'm giving. On the contrary, I think I'm getting, I'm getting my heroic dream.

The next afternoon I came to the ward again, and Liu Haishan saw me and said, thank you. I knew what he said was that I washed his clothes, so I asked, is the clothes dry? He said, fuck. He stood in front of me with the most standard military posture and answered my questions, which made me feel very satisfied. I know that the premise of a hero is an excellent soldier. I asked him for the dress and said, I'll mend it for you.

I was on duty after midnight that night. I took my sewing kit to the ward. In the dim light of the nurse's office at night, I was sewing clothes for Liu Haishan. I am very satisfied with what I have done, and I am very excited, because I think of the scenes in one war movie after another I have seen. I thought I was a female soldier in the movie, wearing the military uniform of that era. I deliberately put the action very slowly, and I exaggerated to pull it up first, like in the usual movies, which is actually unnecessary. I want to make the sewing process more like war. Usually when I am on duty in the middle of the night, I always get sleepy before dawn. But I was not sleepy at all that day. After I mended the clothes, I folded them and touched them with my hands. All this gives me a pleasure.

When it was just dawn, I was in the injection room preparing the injection medicine in the morning. Suddenly, I heard a voice: Nurse Wang. I was so startled that the syringe in my hand almost fell to the ground. I turned around and saw that it was Liu Haishan. He said, I scared you. Of course. I said in my heart. But at this time, I still have a kind of excitement in my heart, because I want to see him for the first time in a fresh morning. Later, I learned that I have been shaping him in my heart. I hope and firmly believe that he can be a hero as I wish. So at that moment, it is understandable that I couldn't say a word. He went on to say, Nurse Wang, please open the door. I want to exercise in the garden. I think he has gone out to exercise, which is undoubtedly a preparation for becoming a hero, and my heart is satisfied again. But I still say, take a good rest if you are injured. This is not an army. He said with a smile, I'm used to it, and I can't sleep at this time of day. How many years have you been a soldier? I asked him. In fact, when I checked in for him, I knew that he joined the army two years earlier than me. He said, six years. Get up so early every day. Everything about the army has been deeply rooted in his skin, just as my worship of heroes has been deeply rooted in my skin. I am confident that he will become a hero in the future.

As soon as I saw him go out, he ran like a bird released, and his legs bounced beautifully around his whole body. I thought to myself, he really doesn't look like a patient, and his energy should really be displayed on the battlefield. He must do a good job.

I didn't know he was not a soldier at all.

One day, I was publishing a blackboard newspaper in our department. I squatted on the ground, surrounded by many posters of various colors and numbers, and I was absorbed in writing one by one. Hey, Nurse Wang, I didn't realize you were a generalist. I didn't look back. I knew it was Liu Haishan. It's only been two or three days, and I'm already familiar with his unique voice. He speaks standard Mandarin, which sounds like he studied professional broadcasting in the Broadcasting Institute. I looked up at him and said, I'm driving ducks to the shelves. I may not be able to do it, but I am the youngest in Corey, so it is natural for me to do these things. He squatted down to listen to me. He was much taller than me when he was squatting, and his powerful face was right next to me. Somehow, I lost a lot of self-confidence and felt a little nervous. I suddenly asked, how did you do it? Help! It is common for patients to help us publish blackboard newspapers. There are always some versatile soldiers coming to the hospital. But I said he was just trying to ease my nervousness. I don't know if he is a 100% military commander. Who knows, he immediately took the combination brush from my hand and said, I'll do it. There is no modesty at all. I don't know if he can do it.

That blackboard newspaper is the best in the history of our department. That's out-and-out professionalism. People in our department asked me who helped me out, and they all knew I couldn't reach that level. I said a patient. The doctor in charge of publicity said, which unit is it from? Let him stay for a while. I still have it. Every day, people are clamoring to leave the hospital, I said. Some of them felt sorry when they saw that they were from outside. My heart is full of happiness. So I thought, a versatile hero is more worthy of being here-of course, I will worship him. I excitedly ran to his bed and told him the compliments others gave him. I think he must be very proud of it. Who knows, he said flatly, that's nothing, that's what I do. I am in a hurry. what did you say ? /Excuse me? I asked. He looked at me and said, I am doing propaganda in the army. Aren't you an artillery? He said that our division was a gunner and I was engaged in propaganda. I was really disappointed. You ... Why aren't you an artillery? I asked him. I still want to be an artillery. You are a soldier, too. Don't you know that the army is subordinate to the first? It can be seen that this is a heart disease for him.

My heart disease is getting worse. In my opinion, the most hero-like person is actually a cultural soldier who stays away from guns. I can't continue to portray him as my hero. After locking myself in the door for a while, I said to myself, it's no big deal. I can still look forward to it hopefully. I will meet a hero at an unknown time. (To be continued)