When I was a child, my father had endless topics and endless stories in my mind.
Some people say that everyone's life is worth recording, and everyone's story is worth telling, because it is the real experience of ordinary people that constitutes the authenticity of life. It is true that my father is an ordinary person, although he did not do earth-shattering things, but his life experience is also worth recording.
Father's love is like a mountain
His father was born in Liaoning Province, during the period when the Japanese invaders forcibly occupied northeast China, and also used Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, to establish a "puppet Manchukuo" government in northeast China. At that time, my father was still very young, and he had just remembered witnessing the atrocities of the Japanese invaders, who did nothing wrong and wantonly arrested and killed ordinary people. Forcing ordinary people to plant poppies, selling and poisoning Chinese, and a distant relative of his father died of drug addiction.
Puyi and the de facto ruler of the Japanese Kwantung Army official
The 73l unit of the Japanese Kwantung Army, which is extremely evil, has also developed a method of using fleas to spread the plague, as a bacteriological weapon, poisoning Chinese, and they study the virus. If rats are needed, they use ignorant children to catch rats around for them to create bacteria. In that year's plague pandemic, listening to my father, the number of people in more than a thousand households in their village and town who had contracted the plague accounted for two-thirds of the population, and the twelve people in a family not far from my father's house were all infected with the virus. It was horrible!
At that time, my father was also infected with the virus, and fortunately, my grandfather used the soles of his shoes to beat him continuously and beat out a purple bubble to save his father from his coma. The heinous crimes committed by the Japanese invaders on the mainland are really difficult to read!
Another thing, is also the lingering shadow in the father's mind, that incident also happened in 1944 during the "pseudo-Manchukuo" period, the weather was very hot in July and August of that year, my father and a few friends went to the Liao River to take a bath, there was a melon field on the bank of the river, one of the friends said: "Let's eat some melons first and then go down to the river!" The little friend said in one voice: "Good! "They said they ran to the melon fields. However, the old man who watched the melon did not let them eat it, and said, "I will take you down to the river to bathe first, and when you come back, you will eat again," so they went down to the river.
They swam and accidentally swam into the "pot bottom pit" (the locals call it so), when the sky was overcast and suddenly the river was watery. Soaring, and then the fierce wind and waves struck, several people struggled to swim to the shore, they also held hands to swim forward, helpless pit is too slippery, too deep, they gradually lost their physical strength, at this time the father has no meaning, do not know when a big wave rushed the father to the shore, and when he woke up, he has been rescued by the passing villagers, after that, the father learned that the old man watching the melon and the other three friends have drowned!
Kids swimming
The father is the only son of his grandparents, and the villagers say that this is god with eyes, so that this single seedling should not be desperate!
However, my father's life was saved, but the Japanese gendarmes and the puppet government chief arrested my father, saying that my father had killed those people, tortured my father, and imprisoned him for more than ten days.
Time flew like water, and in the past four or five years, the Japanese invaders surrendered and were driven out of China, and people rejoiced. After that, there was the War of Liberation.
Ordinary people greeted the SOLDIERs of the People's Liberation Army
The third thing, and one of the things that my father was proud of, was that my father joined the team supporting the front. During the Liberation War, the famous Battle of Faku. It was started in my father's area, our PLA soldiers loved the people, fought bravely, and my father saw it in his eyes, so he actively supported the front line with the local people, braving the rain of bullets and bullets to send supplies and ammunition to the troops.
My father said with great emotion: Only when the Communist Party and the People's Liberation Army come, can the people have a good life!
Years later, these stories, my father often told us, teaching us not to forget the past and cherish the happy life of the present.
It has been more than thirty years since my father left us, but his voice and smile are still imprinted in my mind, and now, our motherland is becoming more and more powerful, not allowing all enemies to come, and the people have lived a peaceful and happy life, peace and prosperity, as you wish!
May my dear father be well in another world!
Remembering history and creating a better future is what our descendants should do.