Patriotism is not about shouting slogans or piles of gorgeous sentences. It permeates life, details, encounters, and every move of ordinary people... The following three articles, from different angles and different characters, the persistence of a village secretary to lead the country to wealth, an ordinary old lady's understanding of national development, and a young man who meets on the street, to express the development and changes of the motherland and the deep love for the motherland...
You are here, you are at ease,
The wind passes through the mountains, the clouds are everywhere, and the autumn sun is shining in season, looking at the neatly arranged apple trees, the apples covered with branches, the red clouds, and you standing next to the fruit tree, you can't help but feel grateful: You are at ease!
That spring three years ago, I went back to the 24-liter Fortress with my dad to help my grandfather’s apple orchard. The first time I saw you was in my grandfather’s orchard. You are about forties, not tall, wearing glasses, a brown jacket, and a little out-of-town accent. Grandpa said, "This is the new secretary in the village. I can't see it when I come to our orchard. Hurry up, call me!"
From the talks between my family and neighbors, I gradually pieced together your experience: You are a civil servant in the urban education system. In response to the call of the country, you came to my grandfather's village to serve as the first secretary. From then on, your name often sounded in my ears, and I often saw all kinds of messages from the village you sent on my father's WeChat account, and I was as familiar with you as my family.
Most people in the village make a living by growing apples. Grandpa relied on more than ten acres of orchard to support his father in college and bought a house in the city. The first autumn you came, just in time for the apple harvest, but the price given by the fruit vendor made everyone sigh. While helping my grandfather, my father and I were also worried about the low price.
One day, I saw you in my father's circle of friends and you opened a "farmer live broadcast room" on Douyin . In front of the camera, I realized that you, who was a little shy in your impression, became a "food anchor" openly, and the skilled place said, "The apples in our village are different from other places. They are big and sweet, with thin skin and crispy flesh, extremely sweet. If you take a bite, they are crispy and juicy..." No one expected that your online clicks on your live broadcast of goods would exceed 600,000, which not only solved the sales problem of Apple, but also sold for a good price. From then on, you have become the spokesperson for Apple in the village and the considerate person for the villagers.
Whenever I think of you, this kind of picture will come into my mind: under rows of neat apple trees, full of red apples like fire cage , each apple blooms with a smile, just like the joyful mood of the villagers, baskets of apples, trucks of apples sent to the outside world, the small apples drive the hardworking villagers toward prosperity...
You are also like a fruit tree planted in the village, rooted in the earth, and do your best to dedicate the sweet fruit to the people on the land. In just three years, we can no longer live without you. If you are here, you will feel at ease.
The most beautiful encounter
"I love you China, I love you China, I want to dedicate the most beautiful youth to you, my mother, my motherland!" The passionate melody echoed in my memory, and I couldn't help but remember that young man, a passionate, a responsibility, and a sincere patriotism, made that memory shine more and more in the years, and made the most beautiful encounter...
Still remember the National Day three years ago, and my family traveled to Europe. Walking in the square in the city center, I suddenly saw a group of people gathering at the intersection ahead, and people continued to join. Out of curiosity, we slowly moved to that intersection with the flow of people.
is getting closer, and a clear singing sound comes into my ears. The singing sounds like a meteor, directly hitting the heart, sweeping away the haze and cleaning up the dirt. If you listen carefully, it turns out to be "I Love You China"! Many Chinese people stopped here to listen.
Walk through the crowd briskly walk to the front row, and I saw a young man wearing a red dress and full of righteousness. The singing is loud and vibrant. The late autumn wind swept through the boy's clear eyes, and his smile moved, and the brilliance of the galaxy was reflected in his eyes.Several of the young friends sent the red flag stickers in their hands to the masses. At the intersection with crowds, this scene was like a solidified scenery. The crowd instantly boiled, and everyone around was rushing to put the red flag on their chests and cheeks. Looking at the bright five-star red flag on their chests, their hearts seemed to be filled.
Unconsciously, I also sang with the boy. Stand up, raise your head, sing with pride and passion, and dedicate the most sincere blessings in your heart to the motherland. More and more people around him gradually joined the chorus, and they all held their heads high and their chests held high. A majestic song "I Love You China" echoed over the square and became the fiery red in the sky...
The warm sunshine scattered the fragrance of a room, memories intertwined, and thoughts flew - a boy standing like a zhi orchid and a beautiful tree, a smile like a bright moon entering his arms, a beautiful encounter in a foreign land, and a passionate song illuminated the bright Chinese red in everyone present! On the National Day in a foreign country, we, a group of people from all over the world, brewed the most mellow warmth with a song and a sincere blessing.
To this day, that boy, that encounter, still ignited the passionate Chinese feelings in my heart, and a strong sense of national pride in my heart arises naturally. It turns out that as long as you have a Chinese heart with love, affection and sincerity, you can still be your home in the world.
The dim night was gradually moved by this beautiful encounter...
I felt respect for you
" I have said it many times, don't go!" Grandma looked angry and rejected her mother again. (starting with language, straightforward and straightforward)
Every time I go back to my hometown, my mother always begs her to beg her grandma to go back to the city with us, and in the end she always ends up in failure.
Grandma loves her yard so much! In spring, peach blossoms are in full bloom, grandma does needlework in the yard; in summer night, the cool breeze blows, grandma looks at the clear stars in the night sky in the yard; in autumn, osmanthus flowers are fragrant, and the persimmons in the yard are red; in winter, grandma's yard is covered with a thin layer of frost... grandma is full of affection for the yard. Although grandma usually smiles, when she mentions the issue of staying or leaving the old house, she immediately turns her face faster than reading. (Grandma’s feelings for the courtyard and the beauty of the courtyard, explaining the background for her grandma’s unwillingness to leave the courtyard)
Mother’s lobbying failed again, so we had to enter the city in a depressed mood. It was a little cool in early winter, and the car was slowly moving in the mist. Several dead grasses on the road hung their heads listlessly, and my mother sighed. The old house at home is about to be demolished and built on a highway. My mother has done many times to think about her grandmother, but she is always scolded back.
This stubborn old lady! (This paragraph is to highlight the theme "admiration")
However, half a month after we left, grandma suddenly called and agreed to give up the courtyard in her hometown and return to the city to live with us. She said nothing else.
When grandma moved to our house, it was already early spring. In the neat environment, the children were playing on the lawn and getting along well with neighbors. The plants and trees sprout new life, the tall and short shrubs sprouted tender buds, and the sunlight jumped among the leaves. Later, I heard my grandmother tell my mother that the city can also be as peaceful and quiet as the countryside, with abundant sunshine, bright stars, and fragrant osmanthus flowers... (Praise the beauty of the city and guide grandma's thoughts)
We were all secretly happy, and always thought that it was our persistence in doing work that changed grandma's thoughts.
Until one day, I saw a news broadcast on the TV:
"Twelve residents in x villages in x County refused to relocate, and the construction of the viaduct could not be carried out..." "Ah, isn't that the village where my grandma's home is?" I hurried to ask my grandma for verification.
She said lightly: "National construction is the first priority. Those of us who are old cannot drag the country's development back."
So that's it! For the first time, I respect my grandma. (Points)
In the face of the development of the country, grandma gave her understanding and support.But can everyone do this? I fell into deep thought again. There are many "nail households" in society today. Perhaps some people are unintentional and just simply reluctant to leave. However, it is not ruled out that some people are "profit" and deliberately delay, hoping to get more benefits. (Strike grandma's selflessness)
But, as grandma said, society is developing, and we cannot let the pace of the times stagnate because of our own selfishness.
I believe that there is no real barrier between cities and villages. More and more people will find that they will understand, temporarily put aside their personal wishes and integrate into the torrent of social construction.
A grandma who has not read many books can understand the general idea, leave her home that she has protected for many years, and give way to the pace of national development. Isn’t it worthy of respect for people! (Another topic is sublimated)
Family affairs, state affairs and world affairs, behind every thing, the understanding and support of ordinary people are indispensable. Whenever I close my eyes and listen carefully, I will hear the "dongdong" heartbeat. This is our heartbeat, and it is also the heartbeat of the times. It is firm and powerful, guiding us to take every step and make every choice!
