"Grandpa, I want to take the military academy!" The scene of
70th anniversary military parade is still vivid in my mind. That day, I was guarding the TV with my grandfather early in the morning, waiting for the beginning of the military parade. As the music sounded, the air flag guarding echelon broke through the air, opening the prelude to dichotomy . Grandpa put down his teacup, paused his conversation with me, sat upright on the sofa, staring in the direction of the flag. Immediately afterwards, various teams followed one after another, and advanced weapons and equipment such as bombers and fighter were dazzling.
Grandpa quietly wiped the tears at the corner of his eyes, took a deep breath and said to me, "Your great-grandfather and comrades sacrificed three of them to pick up the enemy's rifle." Grandpa's eyes drooped, and his thoughts fell into the gears of memories again: "At that time, it was really Xiaomi plus rifles. The soldiers blocked the enemy's muzzle with their bodies and protected the home behind him with their lives." Grandpa raised his eyes and looked at the TV and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay!"
"Grandpa, I want to take the military academy, I want to be a soldier!" Grandpa turned around and stared at me, slowly closed his eyes that had just opened, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out like running water: "Okay, okay!" I folded my hands, picked up several rays of sunshine, silently stared at the dawn in the sky, and drew my dream on Fire Cloud .
Those who have ambition have achieved success. I was admitted to the University of Science and Technology as I wished and embarked on my dream of joining the army. Shortly after we arrived at the military academy, we watched the Tiananmen flag-raising ceremony collectively through TV. Everyone took the folding chair marks and sat together. As the national anthem sounded, the flag-raising bear threw the bright red five-star red flag into the sky. Suddenly, a figure in front of me stood up, and then one by one, like mushrooms after the rain, the sound of the national anthem and the sound of standing echoed in the club. In the blink of an eye, only the song burst out from the thunder of the muscles and rushed straight to the roof, trying to break out of the window and shake the entire building.
The five-star red flag slowly rose. The sun in the sky had to bow its head secretly. The gorgeous sunlight ran to the bright red flag and felt its eternal light. The song ended, and the club was silent, as if they were holding their breath to listen to the sound of the needle and thread falling to the ground. The wind accidentally opened the door gate, and the warm applause sounded like a flood, burning every cell, and jointly creating this cheer from the soul. The sunshine shines on the five-star red flag, shines on everyone's faces through the window, reflecting the colors of youth and patriotic appearance. It turns out that not everything needs to be cultivated. Isn’t patriotism innate? After the
title ceremony, I couldn't wait to chat with my grandfather. My grandfather was a little excited and stuttered: "Okay! OK!" My grandfather, who had to call me several times a day even though he left home, explained the country and home in his language on the other end of his phone, and warned me to be patriotic first before he could love his family.
Looking at my grandfather's hunched body and snow-white hair, I turned my head to wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and looked at the dawn in the sky, and secretly planted the dreams for the rest of my life in my heart.
author | Chen Shensan
dubbing | Wang Qijun
editing | Ran Zhuo
