Grandpa died, cancer. Still, in the midst of this sudden and great grief, I still felt a little relieved.

After all, the old man has nothing to worry about.

Everyone in the family knows that the old man has always had a wish in his heart, that is, to go to North Korea again to see his comrades-in-arms who are buried in a foreign country.

This matter is just a plane ticket today, but in his grandfather's time, he was powerless.

For the prosperity of the motherland and for his grandmother, he struggled for ten years after he was discharged from the army.

Along with my grandfather, there were thousands of ordinary workers, peasants, and soldiers.

They have made a great socialist state.

But the Cultural Revolution in the next ten years took away my grandmother and destroyed my grandfather's health.

Whenever I asked my grandfather about this history, the old man would always tell me in a serious tone, "People make mistakes, and if you don't make mistakes, you can't move forward." ”

But grandpa can't move forward, because with the old man's body now, he can't even afford a long-distance flight. But Grandpa was so bent on re-stepping on the land where he had shed his blood, and even death couldn't hold him back.

So, in the last spring of his grandfather's life, he returned to North Korea.

I watched my grandfather stagger up the hill, holding up the dirt soaked in the blood of his comrades with trembling hands, and the old man was pouring out the words that had been accumulated for many years.

He said......

No one will be hungry or clothed, and new houses have been built in the countryside, and children can go to school......

The lost Hong Kong has come back and will never go again......

Chinese hosted the Olympics, and no one dares to look down on us anymore......

I will never forget that day, when the bright sun poured and the figure of my grandfather loomed in the sun.

At that moment, I burst into tears, I couldn't help myself, I didn't know what I saw that day, what I felt, I only saw its divine brilliance, but I was deeply shocked by it.

I can't help but think that maybe the ancestors of the past will have a crush on a certain girl just like us today, will be enthusiastic about the sentence "love my China", and will chase the future with beautiful dreams......

However, the difference is that the group of young people went to the battlefield in a foreign land for the motherland, some of them died, some of them survived, so the survivors came back to pay respects to the dead comrades, held up the soil in the sun, and told their comrades that the dream for which they fought and even sacrificed had taken root.

Thanks to the blood shed by our ancestors, our dreams grow in their soil.

Today, not long after my grandfather's death, I put pen to paper.

There is a kind of hope flowing in our blood, which we used to call "super-British catching up with the United States", we called it "great rejuvenation", and now we call it "Chinese dream".

It's always in our blood, it's always there.

So generations of people have been chasing this dream.

Then this great nation will be revived.

So, that night, I dreamed of my grandfather's dream.

That Chinese dream.

[The characters in this article are fictional]

Source@SF Mr. Joker

In other words, the best school's school is also doing this kind of essay contest! It's a pity that the style requirement is a 3,000-word essay, novels and poems are excluded, and you haven't written a discussion essay since graduating from high school, and it's required to be 3,000 words.