My father comforted my grandfather and said: "The Southern Song Dynasty court wanted to be in a safe corner, but the chairman would not do that." He wanted to lure the Japanese to a more difficult battlefield and fight a beautiful counterattack. Moreover, our weapons and equipment are really backward, and five Chinese soldiers cannot defeat a single Japanese devil. ”

Therefore, he also has to seek support from foreigners, buy more advanced weapons, fight hard, and then take back the lost land, and avenge the current blood revenge. ”

Grandfather still hated: "He Jiang speaks better than he sings, his battle is half as good as he says, and he will not fight a battle or lose a battle, and lose to the point that he even loses face." ”

He sighed: "Zai Xun, don't mention him again, life in troubled times is not as good as a dog, whether it is life or death or ask for more blessings." However, since you and Qiming have decided to do something, you must not be greedy for life and afraid of death, and lose the face of our Zhu family. Now the people of China can only count on you. ”

After his grandfather finished speaking, he did something that surprised everyone, he solemnly handed over a small wooden box containing gold bars to his father: "Didn't he Jiang call on everyone to unite to save the country and resist Japan, I could have taken out my coffin." I will believe him for the last time, if he does this, he will still lose this battle, and that will be the fate of the Chinese. ”

My grandfather's actions were at odds with what he had said and done since the war began, but that was perhaps what he really did in his heart. Just like their own children, everyone is deeply grateful for the motherland that is moving forward in the wandering, and although there is a seemingly irresolvable dissatisfaction, in fact they will never abandon her.

My father didn't say much, but solemnly took the heavy wooden box from my grandfather's hand. I saw that the small yellow croaker inside was neatly stacked, and it looked like there were no less than ten, so it was no wonder that the uncles and aunts on the side had blue faces.

Grandfather smoothed down and said: "There is another thing I have also figured out, Qizhi that child, although he usually looks always worrying, but in fact, he does not lose anything in the big festival." Originally, I thought that he could develop well abroad, but after all, this is my idea, and I can't impose it on him. Now that he has not heard from him, if any of you can contact him, tell him for me that he must live well no matter what, and when the Japanese devils are driven out of China, I will teach him a lesson. ”

When his mother heard his words, she couldn't help but cry secretly. She later told me that it was the first time she had seen her grandfather so emotional. She thought that her grandfather must have cared about his second brother deep down, and not only that, but he had always cared about his father and eldest brother. He really wanted them to be good, which is why he demanded them so harshly. She said that no matter what happens in the future, we must take care of our grandfather. He has now donated all his last savings, and the only one he can rely on in the future is us.

I asked my mother if my grandfather had been very harsh on her for so long, and even if he had "respected her like ice" for his second aunt much better than for her, would he resent my grandfather?

But the mother said that it was normal for her grandfather to complain about her when she abducted her grandfather's beloved youngest son, and that she had not taught his two favorite grandsons to be what he wanted. But the old man has always been duplicitous, and when she was sick, her grandfather would be very anxious to find someone to see her for her, and he would no longer care about the problems of Chinese and Western medicine, which may show that her grandfather still loved her in his heart.

In this world, there are as many people as there are people who repay virtue with grievances. My mother's actions have left an indelible mark on my heart and have a profound impact on the trajectory of my future life.

November 1937 was more bleak and cold than the autumn of previous years. The streets of the French Concession are covered with fallen sycamores, and pedestrians make a rustling sound when they walk by. The leaves of previous years are gradually falling, and it is a poetic rhythm. But this year is different, the heavy fallen leaves fall to the ground one after another, and they are watered by the autumn rain again, and they have a dilapidated taste. The attitude of the plane tree leaves to die is just like the speed of the Japanese occupation of Shanghai, invincible and devastating all the way.

On November 12, 1937, Shanghai fell, and it was only a month before the Battle of Songhu began. Although the concession was still safe, the firm belief in people's hearts was completely shattered by reality.

Everything was normal in the school, but suddenly Mr. Cao, the head teacher, rushed in and asked everyone to gather in the auditorium to listen to the radio. In the loud echo hall, we heard a passage that we will never want to recall again, that is, the letter issued by Mayor Wu Tiecheng to the citizens, if the army's successive defeats make everyone retain some unrealistic illusions, maybe the national army still has a strange trick, maybe it will make a comeback in a few days. But as soon as the letter to the citizens came out, it was tantamount to a death sentence for all hope, and even the most happy people felt that they were being baptized by the catastrophe.

This day is the day nailed to the pillar of shame, and it is also the beginning of the suffering of every Shanghainese. With the strategic retreat of the Nationalist army, Shanghai became the fish of the Japanese army, and since then it has been cruelly cut off. When the same geopolitical culture was forcibly separated, it was the beginning of the collapse of Shanghai's civilization. Many people say that Shanghai's glorious era ended with the death of Eileen Chang, but I firmly believe that Shanghai's glorious era fell the day the Japanese stepped into the boundaries of Shanghai. Shanghai is still brightly lit and all night long, and even miraculously there is a deformed island civilization. But this Shanghai is no longer the same as it used to be, although it has a similar face, but the depths of the soul have become empty.

The head teacher gave us a special "lesson". He asked each of us to prepare a three-minute impromptu speech in English entitled "My Motherland". It is not so appropriate to use such a broad topic as the subject of a speech, and how can it be said in just three minutes? If we encounter such a topic in the past, we must inevitably ridicule: "It takes me five minutes to start, and it takes five minutes to express my feelings, and ten minutes have passed before I get to the point, three minutes?" It's better to just take a knife and kill me. ”

But now, as the war situation continues to deteriorate, the humorous cells that originally existed in the body are gone. When I heard the words "my motherland", my chest froze for some reason, and all the blood rushed to the top of my head in an instant, and my eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.