In 1930, after the 26th Regiment of the Red Army entered Bijie, my grandma and grandpa visited Mr. Zhou Suyuan. They served hot tea in the main room. She vaguely learned that grandpa was the director

In 1930, after the 26th Regiment of the Red Army entered Bijie, my grandma and grandpa visited Mr. Zhou Suyuan. They served hot tea in the main room. She vaguely learned that grandpa was the director of warehouse closing, and his task was to ensure the food supply and demand after the Red Army entered the city. . Grandma described grandpa like this: Your grandpa has never worn a military uniform. He always wears a full robe and a top hat. He is very mysterious, but I know he is very good to people. Everyone says you Grandpa is chivalrous. Out of curiosity, when I was a child, I asked my grandma many times about my grandpa’s identity. I vaguely guessed that my grandpa might be an underground member, because my grandma said that there were some of my grandpa’s relics stored in a compartment of my home on Daheng Street, including a After my grandfather passed away, my widowed grandmother threw these precious commemorative relics into the rolling Tianhe River out of fear. The certificates of my grandfather’s identity also disappeared in the long river of time, becoming A dusty red memory of my family.

Due to lack of evidence, in the early 1970s after my parents were persecuted to leave their education jobs in 1958, my parents approached Zhou Pingyi, the daughter of Mr. Zhou Suyuan, hoping that she could prove that my grandfather was a Red Army soldier. , to resume the work of her parents. At that time, Ms. Zhou Pingyi was the principal of Bijie Primary School. She said: She was very young at that time, but she had an impression of my grandfather. It was a pity that there was no witness or physical evidence. Decades of time flew by. Later, my parents were rehabilitated and returned to work, so I had to give up.

Now that my mother has passed away, my 78-year-old father still has the desire to go to Sichuan to find his roots. For this reason, I thought that as the only person in my generation who still has a trace of enthusiasm, I should certainly write some words to express my sympathy and condolences to the spirits of my ancestors in heaven.

After my grandma passed away, my uncle who followed my grandpa told me many stories about my grandpa when he was still alive. To this day, I still feel warm when I think about and remember him. Every plot is a touching story.

It is said that five thousand children from Bijie actively signed up to join the Red Army, and my grandfather also made a contribution among them. Grandpa once lived alone in Heguantun, where he persuaded and inspired more than 200 green forest bandits to join the Red Army. Before the Red Army turned around and left Bijie, my grandfather went to Qixingguan in Yangjiawan alone to mobilize young adults to sign up for the Red Army. However, he was detained by local bandits. After some dealings with the Sichuan Chamber of Commerce, he was able to escape. When he returned to Bijie, the Red Army had already gone north.

Without hesitation, my grandfather said goodbye to my grandma, took my uncle and uncle with me, and embarked on a journey to catch up with the Red Army. Half a year later, my uncle returned to Bijie alone, bringing bad news. My grandfather and uncle pursued the Red Army to Huzhou, but unfortunately they both died of typhoid fever. After liberation, my grandma took my aunt and father to live as a widow for decades by running a small business; my uncle worked as a chef at Bijie Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, retired safely and died of a normal illness.

At that time, the Red Army launched a vigorous campaign against local tyrants in Bijie and divided the fields, winning the support of the people. During this period, Zeng Weixin, an enlightened doctor from Xiaoheng Street in Bijie, was wrongly imprisoned. He was released after my grandfather investigated and explained the situation to the Red Army. After liberation, when the four of us brothers suffered from headaches, brain fever, colds, and colds, my grandma took us to see a doctor at Zeng Weixin Clinic on Xiaoheng Street. With the gratitude of that time, Dr. Zeng always refused to charge for treatment, or only a token fee. A little fee for medicine, every little bit of kindness helped me get through a difficult childhood. I was very depressed at that time, but later I found out the whole story. I still remember that the kindness my grandfather sown is still reflected and benefiting my children and grandchildren. My heart feels very warm. At the same time, it also proves from another aspect that my grandfather is crazy. identity.

Today, I turn on the TV and watch those unknown pioneers and martyrs fighting on the hidden front one after another. Most of them are nameless or anonymous, but they are fighting for the truth of the Republic of China. Zaozhong devoted his young and fresh life without regrets. Seeing them, he can't help but awaken the tireless red sentiment in his heart. Maybe it's the inexhaustible blood of grandpa flowing in his body, just like the silver screen. Every vivid hero of a specific era played by actors on the Internet has become the incarnation of my grandfather, making my heart even more proud and stronger.

I believe that as the fire is passed down from generation to generation, the aspirations of our ancestors will always be maintained, and the unfading red will burn into the sun that will never fall in the hearts of each of us. This is the most sincere and simple Chinese dream in my heart.