In 1985, when I was eighteen years old, I cut off my long hair, took off my floral skirt, and changed into a green military uniform. Everyone said that I was beautiful, but I was stupid and ugly, and such a person would not be able to eat it when he went to the army. But I didn't believe in this evil, and I just walked into the melting pot of the army.
I was in charge of managing cadre files in the army for more than 20 years. At first, I thought the job was boring, but over time, I realized that there were many ways to do it. Every file is a story, and I, the guardian of those stories.
I remember one time, I stumbled upon a special file, which was a cadre named Wang Dali. The file records his experience of growing from a rural child to an excellent cadre. But just as I was fascinated, the commissar suddenly walked in.
"Xiao Chen, have you touched this file?" the political commissar asked me seriously.
"Well, I took a look, and it's an amazing person!" I said excitedly.
"What do you know? This file is classified, and you have violated discipline by looking through it privately!" the political commissar's eyes widened.
I was shocked and knew I had made a mistake. But I couldn't help but be curious and wanted to know more about Wang Dali's deeds. So, I decided to go to him himself.
Wang Dali had already been discharged from the army at that time and returned to his hometown in the countryside. I went to great lengths to find him, and he received me with a kind face.
"Brother Wang, your deeds are really touching, I want to write them down so that more people can know about them. I say sincerely.
"Xiao Chen, I'm just an ordinary veteran, there's nothing to write about. He waved his hand modestly.
During our conversation, I learned about his hardships in the army and the story of his willingness to give up the opportunity to be promoted for the sake of his comrades. I was so impressed by him that I decided that I must spread the word about his deeds.
Upon returning to the troops, I reported the situation to the commissar. The political commissar was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Xiao Chen, although you acted privately this time, although you were wrong, you can also see your sense of responsibility. In this way, you sort out Wang Dali's deeds and hand them over to the higher-level propaganda department. ”
I was ecstatic and wrote a reportage about Wang Dali's deeds. Unexpectedly, this article caused a sensation, and Wang Dali was also rated as one of the top ten people who "moved the military camp".
Since then, I have loved my job even more and found it full of meaning. In the past 20 years, I have witnessed the growth of countless cadres and disseminated many touching stories.
Today, I'm in my fifties and gray-haired, but my love for archives remains undiminished. I know that these archives contain the stories of countless heroes, and I will continue to protect them and pass them on.
(End of story)
Time flies, and in an instant, I have spent most of my life in the army. Over the years, I have witnessed the honor and growth of countless cadres, and I have also felt the ups and downs of life in the barracks. And in the process, I am also slowly growing up, from an ignorant little girl to an experienced veteran.
One day, I was sorting through the archives when I suddenly received a strange phone call. The voice of a middle-aged man on the other end of the phone said, "Hey, hello, is it Sister Chen?"
"Yes, I am, who are you?" I asked, confused.
"Sister Chen, I am Wang Dali's son, and my name is Wang Xiaoli. I heard that you wrote a reportage about my dad back then, and our whole family is very grateful to you. Wang Xiaoli said excitedly.
I suddenly remembered the honest Wang Dali, and a warm current surged in my heart: "Oh, it's Xiaoli, your dad is an amazing person, I just did what I should do." ”
"Sister Chen, our family wants to invite you to a meal to express our gratitude, I wonder if you have time?" Wang Xiaoli sincerely invited.
I hesitated, but finally agreed. That day, I met Wang Dali and his family, and at the dinner table, we talked and laughed happily, as if we had returned to that passionate era.
After the meal, Wang Dali handed me a thick envelope: "Sister Chen, this is a little bit of our family's heart, please accept it." ”
I opened the envelope, and inside was a thick wad of cash. I was stunned, and then resolutely excused myself: "Brother Wang, I can't accept this money, I wrote that article back then, purely because I was moved by your deeds, and I never meant anything else." ”
Wang Dali was anxious: "Sister Chen, this is a piece of our family's heart, you can accept it!"
I shook my head: "Brother Wang, I have received your wishes, but I really can't accept this money." If you have to express your gratitude, then please pass on this heart to more people, so that more people can understand the dedication and sacrifice of soldiers. ”
Wang Dali and his family looked at each other, and finally nodded.
Since then, I have maintained close contact with Wang Dali's family. Whenever I have free time, I will go to their house as a guest and listen to Wang Dali's story of his time. And these stories have also become the material for my pen and spread to more people.
As the days passed, I still stuck to the archives, guarding those heavy archives. I know that these archives not only record the deeds of the cadres, but also carry their youth and dreams.
One day, I was sorting through my files when I suddenly found a familiar name: Li Shengli. The name reminds me of the brave warrior who once jumped into the icy river in order to save his comrades.
I picked up the file, tears blurring my eyes. I think it's time for more people to know about this hero's deeds. So, I picked up the pen again and began to write a story about Li Shengli.
And this time, I decided to let this story enter the hearts of more people, so that the spirit of the hero can be passed on. I know it's my duty as an archivist.
(Story continued)
As I delved into Li Shengli's archives, I discovered many untold stories. He was not only a heroic soldier in the army, but also a good comrade-in-arms who was willing to help. His story is not just a rescue operation, but also countless silent dedications.
I remember one time, when Li Shengli was on a mission, he met a little girl who had lost her parents. Regardless of his own safety, he carried the little girl on his back and crossed the dangerous war zone to bring her to safety. He had never mentioned such things to anyone, and if it weren't for the records in the archives, they might never have been known.
I decided to write the story of Li Shengli as a biography so that his spirit would forever illuminate people's hearts. I began to travel frequently back and forth between the archives and the library, consulting materials, interviewing his comrades-in-arms, and trying to reconstruct his heroic deeds.
In the process, I met a special old man, who was Li Shengli's company commander back then. When the old man heard that I was going to write the story of Li Shengli, he was so excited that he burst into tears.
"Xiao Li, the victory of that kid is the pride of our company. He always rushed to the front, the most dangerous place. The old man said affectionately.
"Company commander, I want to know more about him, can you tell me?" I pleaded.
The company commander nodded and began to tell about the dusty past. I was fascinated by what I heard, and my admiration for Li Shengli arose spontaneously.
Back in the archives, I put these valuable oral materials into writing. Every line of words is full of respect for Li Shengli. My Li Shengli is not only an image of a hero, but also a person of flesh and blood with deep emotions.
Finally, after months of hard work, I finished the first draft of this biography. I handed it over to the publisher with anticipation and nervousness. I know that this biography not only represents the spirit of Li Shengli, but also represents my hard work and dedication.
A few days later, the editor of the publishing house called me, and his voice was full of excitement: "Sister Chen, we have read your manuscript and are very moved. We decided to publish this book to let more people know about Li Shengli's heroic deeds. ”
I held the phone and tears welled up in my eyes. My efforts were not in vain, and the story of Li Shengli can finally reach more people.
Over time, the biography was published, which attracted a lot of attention from society. After reading Li Shengli's story, many people expressed their admiration and emotion. As a result, I have received countless letters from readers who share their feelings after reading and their respect for Li Shengli.
I know, that's what I'm meant to be as an archivist. I not only guard these archives, but also protect the spirit of these heroes. I want to keep these stories alive and inspire more people.
On this road, I will continue to move forward and use my pen to record the stories of more heroes. Because this is my mission, and it is a promise I make to the heroes who gave their lives for my country.
(Story continued)
As time passed, the story of Li Shengli became known to more and more people, and his heroic deeds took root in people's hearts and became an inspiring spiritual force. I have received many letters from readers who have said that Li Shengli's story has strengthened their faith and strengthened their courage to face difficulties.
One day, I received a special letter that read: "Sister Chen, I am a high school student, and I was deeply moved after reading the story of Li Shengli you wrote. I would like to ask you, how can I become a responsible and responsible person like Li Shengli?"
This letter made me think deeply, and I remembered some details of Li Shengli's life. He was always helpful, selfless and never gave up, even in the toughest of times. These qualities are exactly what we need in our time.
I decided to write back to the high school student and tell him that there were many details behind Li Shengli's story that he didn't know. I wrote: "To be a responsible and responsible person, you must first learn to care for others, whether in life or work, always pay attention to the needs of others and give help. Secondly, we must have a firm belief in facing difficulties and challenges and never give up. Finally, we must have the courage to take responsibility, whether in life or at work, we must dare to take responsibility and dare to face challenges. ”
After the letter was sent, I received a reply from the high school student, who wrote: "Sister Chen, I am deeply inspired by your reply, and I will remember your teachings, study hard, and strive to become a responsible and responsible person." ”
I am very pleased with this letter, and I think this is the meaning of passing on the heroic spirit. Every effort we make can influence more people and pass on the spirit of heroes.
As time went on, I continued to guard those heavy archives in the archives, looking for more heroic stories. Whenever I find a hero's story, I will dig it up with my heart and restore it, so that their spirit can be passed on.
In the process, I have not only witnessed the growth of countless heroes, but also my own growth. From an ignorant little girl, she has grown into a responsible and responsible archivist. I know that this is my life's calling, and it is also my commitment to the heroes who have given their lives for my country.
On this road, I will always move forward and use my pen to record the stories of more heroes. Because this is my mission, and it is a promise I make to the heroes who gave their lives for my country.
(Story continued)