This article is a fictional novel, the pictures are all network pictures, and the names of people and places are all apocryphal
It was a dusty memory, a youthful time. In 1980, I, an urban female intellectual, returned to my hometown with my husband. Our emotions are complex, ranging from longing for a new life to come, and being reluctant to let go of the past.
My husband's hometown is in a remote mountain village, where life is hard, but the people are very simple. Our arrival has undoubtedly become big news in the village. On that day, all the people of the village came out to see us, their eyes full of curiosity and kindness.
As soon as he entered the house, his husband excitedly pointed to a black-and-white photo on the wall and said, "Look, that's my father." I followed his finger and saw a heroic middle-aged man, dressed in a military uniform, majestic and majestic.
I was just looking at it when my husband exclaimed, "Oh my God, it's a general!" I was startled by him and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" My husband said excitedly: "I remember when I was a child, my father said that he used to be a general, but when I grew up, he never mentioned it again." ”
The two of us looked at each other, our hearts full of doubts. In the evening, the husband chatted with the elders of the village, wanting to inquire about his father, who was a general. But the elders avoided talking about it, and just advised us to live in peace and not to pursue the past.
This made my husband and I even more curious, and we decided to find out on our own. In the days that followed, we traveled all over the village and finally learned the truth from the mouth of an old man.
It turned out that her husband's father was a general in the People's Liberation Army and participated in the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and the War of Liberation. However, during the Cultural Revolution, he was forced to leave the army because of persecution and returned to his hometown to live in seclusion. In order to protect his family, he never mentioned his past to anyone.
When we learned the truth, we couldn't calm down for a long time. The husband burst into tears, and he said guiltily: "Father has silently endured so much for us. I held his hand tightly and comforted him: "Now that we know the truth, we must let my father live a happy old age." ”
However, just as we were about to confess everything to my father-in-law, we learned a shocking news: his father-in-law suddenly fell seriously ill and was dying. We hurried home, looking at my father-in-law lying on the hospital bed, and our hearts ached.
In the last moments of my father-in-law's life, we decided to tell him everything we knew. When the husband tearfully said, "Father, we know that you were a general, and we are proud of you!", tears flowed from the corners of my father-in-law's eyes.
In that turbulent era, my father-in-law paid too much for the country and family. And we, as future generations, will always remember his heroic deeds and inherit his spirit.
After my father-in-law died, we told the whole village his story. They were proud of this hero and expressed their desire to inherit the spirit of their father-in-law and build the village better.
My husband and I also started a new life in this small mountain village. We strive to move forward with respect for the past and a vision for the future. In this place full of stories, we write our own chapters of life.
The days flow slowly like flowing water, and the change of the seasons in the small mountain village has taken away the figure of the father-in-law, but it cannot take away the legend he left behind. My husband and I put down roots in the village and our lives gradually got back on track. He inherited the tenacity and responsibility of his father-in-law and became the backbone of the village, while I was responsible for teaching the children in the village to read and write.
One day, we were approached by an elder from the village with a worn-out diary with a dense record of events. The elder said, "This is what your father left behind, a diary of his youth. I think it's time to let you know. ”
We took the diary as if we had taken over my father-in-law's unfulfilled wishes. In the dead of night, my husband and I snuggled up and opened the diary. The handwriting is mottled, but it clearly outlines the life of his father-in-law: from a high-spirited teenager, to a heroic general in the war, to a lonely old man who was forced to live in seclusion.
A passage in the diary made her husband burst into tears: "In my life, I am worthy of the country and the people, and the only thing I am ashamed of is my family." I want my children to understand that their father's love, though unspoken, is as deep as the sea. ”
The husband raised his head, his eyes shining with determination: "We want to pass on my father's spirit and let everyone in the village remember his story." ”
We decided to build a library in the village, named after my father-in-law. We hope that this library can become a source of knowledge for the children in the village, and can also become a carrier of the spirit of the father-in-law.
In the process of preparing the library, we encountered many difficulties. Funds are scarce, books are scarce, and people in the village have different opinions on the matter. Some support, some question, and even ridicule. But my husband and I didn't give up, and we know that this is the best memorial to my father-in-law.
One day, while sorting through the donated books, I found a book about my father-in-law's time. The book not only details the battles in which his father-in-law participated, but also photographs of him. I excitedly showed it to my husband, who looked at my father in the book with pride in his eyes.
We finally raised enough money and books, and the construction of the library began. At the groundbreaking ceremony of the library, her husband spoke: "This library is our memorial to our father and our commitment to the future. We will continue to work hard to make the village a better place. ”
As the days passed, the library gradually became the cultural center of the village. It's a place where children read, learn, and grow. Whenever I see this, I think of my father-in-law's resolute face.
Inspired by the spirit of his father-in-law, the village is changing with each passing day. Roads have become smoother, crops in the fields have increased year by year, and young people have returned to the village, bringing new hope and vitality.
My husband and I are still guarding this library and the spirit of my father-in-law. We know that the story of my father-in-law has been deeply rooted in the hearts of every villager, and his spirit will always inspire us to move forward towards a better future.
Over time, the library became the pride of the small mountain village. The children are swimming in the ocean of knowledge, and the young people of the village are beginning to realize that if they want to change their destiny, they must keep learning. The establishment of the library is not only a commemoration of my father-in-law, but also a beacon for the development of the village.
One day, a strange middle-aged man walked into the library, his eyes full of searching. When he saw me, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Excuse me, is there a widow here who was a former general?" I was stunned and replied, "I am, is there anything wrong?"
A trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, he took out a letter from his bag, handed it to me, and said: "This is a letter written by your father-in-law to an old comrade-in-arms before his death, and he entrusted it to me before he died, so that I must hand it over to you." ”
I took the letter, my hands shaking. The father-in-law's handwriting on the envelope was still strong and powerful, as if he was right in front of him. I cautiously opened the envelope, which read:
"Dear comrades-in-arms, if you read this letter, it means that I have left this world. I have no regrets, the only thing I can't let go of is my family. I want you to tell them that the proudest thing in my life is to be a family member with them. Let them not forget that no matter where they go, they must have a heart of patriotism and love for their families. ”
After reading this letter, I burst into tears. My husband came over and hugged me gently, and we looked at the middle-aged man together, wanting to know more about my father-in-law's story.
The middle-aged man told us that he was an old subordinate of his father-in-law, and that he had fought side by side with his father-in-law during the Cultural Revolution. Later, he was transferred to another place and lost contact with his father-in-law. It wasn't until his deathbed that my father-in-law told him our address and entrusted him with the letter.
After listening to it, we were full of emotion, it turned out that there were so many legends in the life of my father-in-law that we had never known. We invited the middle-aged man to live in the village, and he readily agreed and expressed his willingness to contribute to the development of the village.
With the help of the middle-aged man, the library has a rich collection of books, and we have also set up some training classes to teach the villagers how to plant and breed. Life in the village is getting better and better, and people's mental outlook has changed dramatically.
Soon after, the middle-aged man left the village, and he told us that he would continue to look for his father-in-law's other comrades-in-arms and let them know the story of his father-in-law and the changes in our small mountain village.
My husband and I said goodbye to him, filled with gratitude. We understand that the spirit of my father-in-law has transcended blood ties and has become the spiritual pillar of the entire village. What we want to do is to continue to pass on this spirit and make the village more prosperous.
The years are like a song, and the small mountain village is full of vitality under the illumination of the spirit of the father-in-law. We firmly believe that as long as we make unremitting efforts, my father-in-law's last wish will be fulfilled and this village will become a place full of hope.
In this small mountain village full of stories, we continue to write our own chapter. And my father-in-law will always live in our hearts and inspire us to move forward.
With the passage of time, the small mountain village has become more and more beautiful under the inspiration of the spirit of the father-in-law. The living standards of the villagers have been continuously improved, and the development of the village has also attracted the attention of the higher leaders. One day, a leader came to the small mountain village, and he heard the story of his father-in-law, and he was very surprised by the changes in our village.
When the leaders visited the library, they were full of praise for the deeds of the father-in-law, and said that they would report to their superiors and strive for more support for our village. He also suggested that the library could be used as a platform to hold some cultural activities, so that more people could understand the spirit of his father-in-law and inherit the red gene.
We listened to the advice of the leaders and felt very excited. With the help of the leaders, we prepared a commemorative event about my father-in-law. During the event, we invited my father-in-law's old comrades-in-arms, old subordinates and young people in the village to tell about my father-in-law's heroic deeds. This activity not only deepened the villagers' understanding of their father-in-law, but also let more people know the story of our small mountain village.
At the end of the event, the leaders proposed to build a road to the outside world for the village so that the villagers could better communicate with the outside world. We were thrilled to hear the news, which meant that the development of the village would reach a new level.
In the process of road construction, we encountered many difficulties, such as shortage of funds, technical difficulties, etc. But instead of giving up, we actively sought help, and finally overcame many difficulties to get the road open to traffic.
On the day the highway was opened, the whole village cheered. This road not only makes it easier for the villagers to travel, but also allows the village to communicate more closely with the outside world. With the influx of information from the outside world, young people in the village have gone out to study and work, bringing advanced ideas from outside back to their hometowns.
There are more and more young people in the village, and the development of the village is also showing vitality. We realized that in order to continue to pass on the spirit of our father-in-law, we must let the young people in the village become the backbone of the new era. Therefore, we decided to hold a series of cultural activities in the library to cultivate young people's patriotism and responsibility.
During the event, we invited the elders of the village to tell the story of their father-in-law, so that the young people could understand the difficult years of the past and cherish the hard-won happy life. We also organize volunteer service for young people, so that they can experience the joy of helping others in the process of helping others.
The years are like a song, and the small mountain village continues to grow and develop under the illumination of the spirit of the father-in-law. We firmly believe that as long as we do not forget our original intention and continue to inherit the spirit of our father-in-law, the village will become better and better.
In this small mountain village full of stories, we continue to write our own chapter. And my father-in-law will always live in our hearts and inspire us to move forward.
This story is purely fictional, the names and events in the story are fictional, and the purpose of using place names is only for the purpose of describing the plot and making it easy to read and understand