At that time, my father was not dead, and there was no such small house, so he stood on the beam of Taihang Mountain, took a Chinese cigarette handed over by the reporter, put it to his nose and sniffed it, put it on his ear and said that he often came to the cemetery on this mountain.

Did you see that? Behind the 6-meter-high monument, there are 103 raised mounds. Lying there are my father's comrades-in-arms, the martyrs of the 30th Regiment of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region, who have been lying here for 65 years.

Why did my father come to the cemetery? He came to visit his comrades. He came to add soil to the mounds, to weed, to talk to them, and to light a cigarette with a large leaf. My dad said he was qualified to visit his comrades. He joined our local Volunteer Army in 1937, later became the Eighth Route Army, and later transferred to the 30th Regiment. He and his comrades-in-arms shed blood to defend Taihang Mountain! My father also said that he was not qualified to visit his comrades, and in that tragic battle, 103 of his comrades lay down on this mountain beam, and he was also wounded. His ass was cut in half by shrapnel from little Japan. He is recuperating from his injuries at home. After the injury, he retired. Dad said that in fact, it is not called retirement, but he did not go with the big army. My mother didn't let him go. My mother said, your tall tree now has half a butt left, I can still give you children and follow you, if you go again, I'm afraid you won't even have that half of the buttocks, you don't even have a wife and children.

My dad didn't go with the big army. If he didn't leave, he didn't participate in the three major battles that followed, and he didn't cross the river, and he didn't mix with the division commander and brigade commander in the troops. He didn't leave and he kept his wife, and he gave birth to my tall stump. But he didn't leave, and my father suffered in the later movement. He was treated as a deserter and classified as a "four-class element". Criticized and fought, they marched crookedly and wearing big pointed hats. Of course, my mother and I also ate and hung up. My mother's hair was cut off, and even her shoes were hung around her neck. My mother couldn't stand it, so she jumped off the mountain beam. I accompanied my father to continue to be criticized and fighting, and once I was kicked off on a high platform. I was thrown into a concussion......

Oops, how do you talk about these unpleasant things? Let's move on to my dad. After the exercise, my father couldn't come to the martyrs' cemetery for a while. Those who do sports say he doesn't have the right to come. Later, my father was rehabilitated, and he took me with him, demolished the house at the bottom of the mountain, and built this small house on the ridge of the mountain. He and I lived on the mountain beam and began to guard the graves of our comrades.

At that time, most of the mounds were bulldozed and the trees were tossed into stumps. My father knelt in front of the pile of martyrs' graves, tilted his body and kowtowed. I bit my fingers and was silly. I've been happy with my dad for so many years, and his ass hasn't grown well, and it's still light and heavy. When my father saw that I was happy, he slapped me on the ground, where is your son of my tall tree, kneel down and kowtow! I knelt down, and I heard my father's oath: comrades-in-arms, you died for the living, and I must protect your heroic spirits! After my father finished speaking, a hurricane blew on this mountain beam, and I saw the 103 martyrs flashing in the wind one by one.

My father and I carved out a plot of land on a hill beam, and we exchanged the harvest from the field for small pine trees. In the past few years, there has been a green pine tree in front of the tombs of 103 martyrs. We rebuilt the grave and planted flowers and plants in the forks. Whenever summer came, the trees and red flowers were shining, and my father walked back and forth in the cemetery. He sat at one grave for a while, and talked for a while. I don't know what he said or who he spoke to. I rushed out, I said, Dad, what you said is nonsense, and you don't know who they are? These are nameless tombs?

My father raised his hand and tried to slap me again. I flashed his slap. My dad said, you stupid boy really reminded me, although I don't know who is buried in which grave, but I know that they are all soldiers of the 30th regiment, and I remember their names! I'll make them a spirit card! My father used one summer to make a spirit card, he recalled, let me write the name he recalled on the spirit card: Zhang Ping'an, Zhou Sidai, Liu Dou, Wang Shishi, Li Lao Tam......

After writing the spirit card, my dad felt that there were still shortcomings. He led me to the mountain beams. We looked at a protruding stone. My father and I got a shovel, a chisel and a sledgehammer, and we began to dig for a year. In the summer of the following year, a stone monument 6 meters high and 1 meter wide was erected in front of the martyr's tomb. My father clutched my tattered hand and wept, and he said, silly boy, look at your hand like a file! I laughed and said to my father, you still talk about me, your hands can be used as saws in the future!

Our father and I laughed happily. My father and I happily guarded over here. Decades have passed in a flash. We thought it was nothing, it became the whole of our lives. We chose to live on the mountain beam and wait on the mountain beam. My dad also chose to bury himself on the mountain beam.

Right! My dad died. When did you die? 10 years ago. Sick to death! Before he died, my father didn't slap me, he couldn't slap me, he was almost out of strength to speak, he said to me, you stupid boy remember the stump, you will continue to guard here in the future, and you are not allowed to go down the mountain. When the animals that steal the flowers and trees come, you will drive them away; The merchants who cut down trees are coming, and you are going to curse them; The students, the masses and the officials who pay their respects to the martyrs are coming, and you have to greet them......

I nodded, I don't need you to say this, I know. My dad laughed a little, he could still laugh at that time, it was funny. After laughing, my father said again, silly boy, I delayed you and made you a fool, and you didn't even have a daughter-in-law in your 50s! I said, "I have a daughter-in-law, and this mountain beam and cemetery are my daughter-in-law!"

My dad swallowed. I buried him next to the martyr's grave, I built him a mound, and I planted a pine tree for him. When I'm dead, let the little pine tree protect my father!

Master reporter, don't write about me, if you want to write, write about my father. In my mind, my dad wasn't a deserter, he was a hero. You should also write my request for the renovation of the martyrs' cemetery. Now that the living are living in high-rise buildings, the people who give them this kind of enjoyment should have a good home, what do you say?