Can anyone recommend some stories or books that make people cry?

I think "Muslim Funeral" is quite touching. That's what I watched when I was 15. Qiong Yao's "Heaven on Fire" is also quite tragic.

"Where do the colorful birds linger?" ”, “Eastern”, “Tell me where he is now”. . . . They are all military novels. I guess the younger ones won’t be able to accept it. In fact, "Bright Sword" is also quite touching. I burst into tears when I watched it in 2002.

There are even more movies, because some of the music and pictures are enough to make you collapse. . . Post a story and see if you little guy can understand it. . . .

"Tell me where he is now?" 》

Originally I could be the wife of a hero.

Being a hero’s wife is the love ideal of our generation. When one day I grow up to be a big girl who understands love, I will wholeheartedly wait for the arrival of a hero. I know that I will definitely meet a hero on a beautiful and clear day, and follow the hero until I become a hero. wife.

I am very lucky that when I was young, when I was beautiful and physically fit, I caught up with an era where heroes emerged in large numbers.

That year, I had just graduated from the military medical school and was assigned to work as a nurse in the Surgery Department of the 158th Army Hospital. At that time, the war in southern Xinjiang was going on intensely, and the front line was the focus of people's attention across the country. I could hear or see news about the war 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 lives who are as young as me. I'm proud of everything I do.

Our hospital is located in southern Yunnan, next to the only road from the mainland to the front line. There are always military vehicles with camouflage nets driving past the 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 off the front line.

One day, I was on night shift, in the middle of the night. Not long after I took over, something happened. It turned out to be a unit coming from the outer area to change defenses. On the way to the front line, due to the winding mountains in the south, The road conditions were unfamiliar, and a truck unfortunately overturned while traveling. Five people were injured in one attack, two of whom were sent to our department. One was carried in, and it looked like he was seriously injured. The doctor on duty and I ran back and forth in the ward taking orders one after another, taking blood pressure, pulse, skin tests, and venipuncture. If we encountered such a thing in normal times, we nurses would feel very unlucky. At that time, I was full of deep feelings for the soldiers who came down from the front line or were going to the front line.

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

Finally, the rescue work for the injured can come to an end. I took a breath and walked towards the nurse's office. When I arrived at the door of the office, there seemed to be a wall of blood standing in front of me, and a broad back blocked my face. I could clearly see that it was the back of a soldier. The military uniform on my back has been scratched by some sharp weapon, and the wound on my back is bleeding... You, why are you still here... I didn't know what to say for a moment, and I couldn't help but say it as I spoke. I pulled his arm and walked towards the treatment room. At this time, I remembered that two wounded people had been sent.

I led him to the treatment room and called the doctor. When I got to the treatment room, I immediately started to unbutton his shirt. He said, I will do it myself, it doesn't matter. Suddenly, his guttural voice sounded in the small treatment room. Then I raised my eyes to look at him. He had a handsome face. In my opinion, such a face belongs to a hero. His performance was also full of heroism. He lay motionless on the treatment bed. I could clearly see that it was a large wound. The skin had burst open and the subcutaneous tissue was turning pink.

The doctor on duty was using a large curved needle to suture his wound. In my opinion, the needle the doctor used was too big. The large triangular curved needle looked like a strip swimming on his skin in the doctor's hand. The fish and subcutaneous tissue caused his skin and subcutaneous tissue to be picked up, punctured, and bleeding again and again. However, with the heroic spirit that I recognized, he did not say a word. He was just bearing it, and he was strong enough to bear it. It was manifested in a dense layer of sweat on his forehead. I was moved and excited by this scene. I bravely walked to the treatment bed and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a piece of sterile gauze. He raised his eyes and looked at me. , didn’t speak, I just saw deep wrinkles appearing on the skin of his forehead as he raised his eyes. In my opinion, such wrinkles must belong to heroes, and I walked a little panicked.

When the doctor and I finished treating his wounds, I learned that his name was Liu Haishan, and he had just arrived from the north a few days ago. After he got off the treatment bed, he said to the doctor, "Doctor, can I leave?" Our doctor was from Sichuan. The doctor looked at him and said in thick Sichuan dialect, "Are you kidding me? Young man, don't worry, we'll talk about it after staying for a few days." But I... But I haven't reached the front line yet... What the hell is going on. He argued murmuringly. He didn't look hurt at all, but he felt like he was exhausted. After listening to what the doctor said, I felt inexplicably excited, and I said, I don’t think you can even wear any clothes. Take it off and I'll take care of it for you. Sure enough, his clothes were stained with blood and had an oak-long tear.

At this time, he showed the panic of an ordinary man when encountering this kind of thing. He said, how can this be done? I was strengthened by his panic, and I said confidently, if you have anything here, take it, I am willing. But after saying this, I still regretted it for a moment. At that time, I was also a young and ambitious girl. I should be like some girls like me, the more I like the man, the more I should hold my head high. But I didn't. I hadn't learned how to deal with men at that time, and I didn't know if I would fall in love with him.

That night in the dead of night, I washed Liu Haishan’s bloody clothes. In fact, we often do laundry for the wounded. The skin on my fingers was torn, bleeding, and then grew again due to washing clothes for the wounded. But I never felt that I was giving. On the contrary, I felt that I was getting, and I was getting my dream of a hero.

The next afternoon I came to the ward again. Liu Haishan saw me and said, thank you. I knew he was talking about me washing his clothes, so I asked, are the clothes dry? He said, done it. He stood in front of me in the most standard military posture and answered my questions. I felt satisfied because of this. I know that the premise of a hero is an excellent soldier. I asked him for that piece of clothing and said, "I'll mend it for you."

That night I was on duty in the second half of the night, and I brought my sewing kit to the ward. Late at night, under the yellow light of the nurse’s office, I mended Liu Haishan’s clothes stitch by stitch. I was satisfied with what I was doing and excited about it because I thought about scenes from one war movie after another that I had seen. I thought I was a female soldier in the movie, wearing the military uniform of that era. I deliberately made the movements very slow, and I exaggeratedly pulled the hair up high, like in movies, but it was actually useless. I wanted the sewing process to have a more war-like feel. Usually when I am on duty in the middle of the night, I always feel sleepy before dawn. But that day I didn't feel sleepy at all. After I mended the clothes, I folded them and couldn't help but touch them with my hands. All this makes me feel happy.

When it was dawn, I was in the injection room preparing the injection medicines for the morning. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind me: Nurse Wang. I was startled and almost dropped the syringe in my hand to the ground. I turned around and saw that it was Liu Haishan. He said, I must have scared you. Needless to say? I said in my mind.