Guo da gong de Bei

When the bad news came, people in Huijiagou were very sad, as if the sky had collapsed and everyone had lost their backbone at once. What a sad night it is! Everyone is immersed in the pain of losing their loved ones, letting tears flow freely, letting crying tear their hearts out and reverberate in the night sky for a long time.

At three o'clock the next morning, Guo's body was in the van and was carried back to the village by three young men from An. According to local customs, people who die outside are not allowed to enter the village. This time, however, the whole village lit a bonfire against the biting cold wind and stood in the night to meet their good secretary who fell on the battlefield. Everyone didn't believe that their good secretary had just left.

Guo's funeral was arranged by the whole village. Everyone shed tears to build sheds, repair cemeteries, make coffins and sew clothes for their good secretaries. In the hearts of the villagers, Guo is a relative of the whole village.

65438+February 24th, a gloomy day. People in Huijiagou Village helped the old and took care of the young, holding wreaths and playing suona, and saw Guo off in the most solemn form of mountain people.

A deep sadness sounded, and old party member covered Guo's body with a glittering party flag. Huang Fujinming, an old branch secretary, was red-eyed and full of tears, holding the coffin and crying, saying, Ming Xiu, you can feel the bright red party flag on your body, which was built by party member and the whole village! You serve the public wholeheartedly, making everyone rich, but you are suffering. You are the real producer of party member, and you deserve to face party flag!

When I woke up, dozens of wreaths, dozens of elegiac couplets and hundreds of angry faces slowly walked on the mountain road several kilometers long in Huijiagou Village. In this mountain, this field and this road, Guo walked many times, fell many times and spent many sleepless nights. From barren hills to shade, from narrow paths to boulevard, how much effort and sweat Guo has paid. This is the road paved by him all his life! The coffin slowly moved forward, and the villagers' sad cries came and went on the winding mountain road.

Secretary Guo, do you know that leaders at all levels have come to see you? They said: You sacrificed your life to get rid of poverty in the ditch and live a better life for the villagers. You are an outstanding representative of party member and the backbone of the Party in rural areas. Secretary Guo, do you know that party member cadres sent you here? They said: You are the one who carries the banner for us. You let us know what the real party member is, and you are our pride.

Secretary Guo, do you know that the villagers have come to see you off? They said: you have been a branch secretary for eight years, and you have no money and no name, but you are dedicated to doing practical things for everyone. You are a workhorse in Huijiagou, and you are exhausted by this heavy cart in Huijiagou.

The old people came with hard steps. They said, Ming Xiu, you are a real producer! A broken heart with eight petals, all of which are for people in Huijiagou Village! How many generations have walked such a spacious road and planted such flat land? You are our good secretary and our caring person!

The children with tears on their faces also came. They said, Grandpa Guo, you don't want us to learn culture well and build our poor ravines well, but how can you leave before that day?

Guo's wife worked day and night, tears streaming down her face: Have you seen our poor white-haired old lady? Did you hear the cries of your children and grandchildren? How can you bear to put the burden of the whole family on me, and then just walk away? You are cruel.

This tearful cry made the mountains hang their heads and the earth moved. This cry shocked the ravine of Huijiagou Village and stung everyone's heart.

The villagers buried Guo on the mountain ridge near the highway in the southwest of the village, which was the only place for three groups of villagers to leave the village. The villagers also spontaneously set up a meritorious monument for Guo at the entrance of the village overnight, detailing his life story. The villagers said this: We just want future generations and passers-by in the village to remember this good secretary who exhausted his last efforts for the development of Huijiagou Village forever.

A heavy snow covered the cape of Huijiagou. Immersed in grief, Huijiagou Village has regained its former calm. However, in the empty village, the solemn oath of party member cadres in front of Guo's tomb always echoes: all party member cadres in Huijiagou Village are determined to carry on the legacy of Secretary Guo, take Secretary Guo as an example, make selfless dedication, work hard and make positive contributions, and strive for leading the whole village to live a prosperous life as soon as possible.