My father is a great man who reads poetry and books, has great ambitions, is jealous of evil, and stands up to the sky, and is also a tough guy who is not afraid of violence, is upright, and would rather bend than bend. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info His life, seemingly ordinary, is actually great.

When his father was born on October 27, the eighth year of the Republic of China, he was the third among many brothers, and his grandfather named him Fanxiang, which means: prosperity is not moving, and Xiangshui leads to ancient traces.

When he was three years old, bandits set fire to the village, his father and fourth uncle were trapped in the raging fire, and my grandmother was so anxious that she wailed outside, and it was the uncle who rescued my father and fourth uncle from the fire regardless of their safety. This incident left a deep impression on my father's young mind.

When he was seven years old, his father studied in a private school in the Zhengong Palace, and because of his talent and intelligence, his memory was amazing, and he never forgot the enlightenment books such as "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Character Text", "Sound Rhythm", and "Kindergarten Qionglin".

When he was eleven or twelve years old, he was familiar with "Tang Poetry and Song Ci", knew the rhythm of sound, chanted poetry correctly, and was at ease. At the age of thirteen, his father entered the state capital to study, and often encouraged himself with "three watches and five watches, which is when the boy is determined".

When he was sixteen years old, his father changed his name to Zeng Zhongfan and composed a poem "Sixteen Words": the mainstay is unshakable, and the country is like a rock and tenacity; Listening to the laughter outside, the warriors on the border of the domain are heroic.

At the age of seventeen, his father taught in the Huangqiao Township Office, and was highly praised by the principal Yang Guangzong and the surrounding people. No matter what occasion Principal Yang goes, he always takes my father with him.

In 1938, the Japanese invaded China on a large scale, and the North China crisis and the Chinese nation crisis were in crisis, and my father could no longer bear it. He originally wanted to go to the front line to kill the enemy and serve the country, but unfortunately he had a serious illness and could not do so. Wuhan fell, Changsha was lost, and my father, who had not yet recovered, could no longer sit still. He left a letter for his family and hurriedly joined the army. This letter is only a few short sentences, in which "The Japanese invaded and killed, robbed, and burned, how can the man endure it anymore?" Smell the chicken and dance like the ancestors, and throw the pen from the Rong class. These four lines of poetry express his emotions and show his ambitions.

My father heard that Li Mingxia's division of the 100th Army was stationed in Hengyang and Baoqing, so he went over the mountains and mountains to look for troops, and after more than a month of hard searching, he finally found the 19th Division of the 100th Army, and the division commander Yang Ying was also a native of Huangqiao and a cousin of Yang Guangzong.

When Yang Ying heard his father talk about Yang Guangzong, he looked at his father differently and arranged him to be a sergeant clerk in the third battalion and eight companies. Because of his father's courage in battle, his integrity, and his high cultural quality, and his outstanding performance in various fields, my father was transferred from the company headquarters to the battalion headquarters in less than a year.

When the troops were stationed in Baoqing, once, several soldiers in the second platoon of the Eighth Company went out of the camp to steal chickens and dogs, and my father knew about it, and immediately ordered them to return the things they stole and robbed, and apologized to the people.

The troops were stationed in Caiqiao, and his father was already an adjutant at the regimental headquarters of the 58th Regiment. One day, several fathers and villagers from their hometown went to Tangdu to buy grain, and when they came back to pass through Caiqiao, they were forcibly stopped by several soldiers and the bridge tax was levied. The two sides argued, and almost fought, and a short young man said confidently: "Call Adjutant Zeng, how did he lead the troops?" When a soldier heard this, he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he hurried to the regiment headquarters to report.

My father hurried over and asked why, only to learn that the soldiers guarding the bridge were making a fortune at a time when the country was at stake. He was very angry, and immediately scolded the soldiers guarding the bridge, and gave the platoon commander in charge of guarding the bridge 20 canes and removed him from his post for investigation. After the matter was dealt with, the father apologized to the villagers, and left them for a meal, and each sent a piece of Guangyang as the travel fee.

In 1945, the troops were stationed in Shanmen, and my father was transferred to the division headquarters as an adjutant. At that time, a few recruits were so frightened that they deserted when they saw the mountains of bones and rivers of blood. They were arrested and were about to be executed in Sunguping, when my father learned the news, he hurried to Sunguping and shouted: "Leave people under the gun."

The father asked the reason, and learned that they were strong men who had just been captured for a few days, had never fought a battle, and had never seen the kind of tragic situation on the battlefield.

In order to boost morale, my father stood on the earthen platform and said with a majestic face: "Brothers, we are soldiers for nothing else, just to fight devils, to protect our families and defend the country, and for our 40,000,000 Chinese compatriots. If we are afraid of death in the war and flee from the battle, then who will fight against the Japanese invaders? Who will drive the devil out of the country? If we don't destroy the devils, the devils will destroy us. At that time, there will be no more kingdoms, and how can there be a home? Now that people are swords, I am fish and meat, and the devils have all hit the doorstep, and if we don't fight the enemy bravely, then we can only be slaughtered. Brothers, a manly man behaves and does things, looks up to the sky, and bows down to the earth, even if he dies, he will die vigorously. ”

When the soldiers heard their father's words, their emotions were high, and even the deserters were ashamed of themselves, and vowed to kill the enemy bravely to repay the favor of not killing.

In mid-May 1945, the 19th Division echoed with the officers and men of the 18th Division on the eastern side of Xuefeng Mountain, annihilating all the Japanese 109th Wing. The officers and men of the 19th Division fought bravely to kill the enemy, and won major victories in the Battle of Fangdong, the Battle of Longtan, and the Battle of Xuefeng, and received two commendation orders from Chairman Chiang, two Blue Sky and White Sun Medals, and a pennant.

His father was also rewarded, but he was not happy in his heart, because he faintly felt that the mountain rain was coming.

After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, his father resigned and returned to the field, and Master Yang worked hard to keep him. In 1947, when the civil war broke out, my father recognized the situation and wrote a resignation of more than 1,000 words to Commander Yang. It is a pity that a savage cherishes the soil, the grass loves the mountain, and he is born as a son of man, and he cannot fulfill his filial piety. In today's current situation, fratricidal warfare, the ability of the clan is limited, and it is incapable of saving it, returning to my hometown and guarding my homeland. is disrespectful, and looks at Haihan.

In 1947, my father returned to his hometown and, under the sponsorship of his grandfather, set up a private school to teach and educate people. He has successively taught in Yijiaqiao, Zhengong Palace, at the foot of the wall, and in Zhushan to cultivate talents. Not long ago, an 80-year-old man said that he was a student of my father, and he told me about the martial arts competition between my father and the bandit leader Sun Tomoda.

It was the autumn of 1948, and a student fished out a handful of dried fir leaves at Sun Youtian's family's fir tree mountain and was caught by bandits. Sun Youtian took the bandits to the student's house to do mischief, and the parent knew that his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he had to watch the bandits smash things and grab food.

"Stop!" When my father heard the news, he rushed over and shouted.

When the bandit leader saw his father, he thought that a scholar was a bully, and ordered his subordinates to beat his father together. The father was not afraid, he let go of his hands and feet, left fist and right leg, up and down, and knocked the bandits to the ground.

Seeing this, the bandit leader relented, and he made three demands, as long as his father did it, he would not pursue it again.

In order for this poor family not to be bullied, my father had to agree.

The first thing is to test your strength. There is a stone tablet of more than 300 catties at the bottom of the mountain, and Sun Youtian asked his father to carry it up to his family's ancestral grave on the mountain. The father didn't say a word, he had enough strength, carried the stele and left, he used all his strength to carry the stele to the mountain.

The bandit leader wanted to make things difficult, but he didn't expect his father to pass the test easily, and they were stunned when they saw their father's brute force.

"What's the second thing? Have you thought about it? Father asked.

"Than marksmanship." Sun Youtian thought that his marksmanship was great, so he took out his gun and made three "bang, bang, bang" sounds, and two shots hit the big hole in the trunk of the ancient tree on the mountain.

The father looked at the distance, took the gun, loaded the bullet, and said "look at it". "Bang, bang, bang" three shots, the bullets are like a puff of smoke all sunk into the tree hole.

"Wow! It's amazing! The bandits sighed.

"Is it more than that?" Father asked.

"No need, I'm convinced." Sun Youtian said sincerely.

Since then, with his father here, Sun Youtian did not dare to be domineering, and the people in his hometown also lived a stable life.

At the end of 1948, Zeng Qingguang, a young officer who joined the army with his father, went to Hong Kong, and before leaving, he wrote to my father, inviting him to sail across the ocean with him and do a great career. Qingguang wrote in the letter: "Men have ambitions, in the Quartet, why should they love their hometown? Monolith Sanzhai, you can't move away, and it's hard to find life opportunities. Come out! Let's work together to make Dushi Sanzhai famous all over the world because of us. (I heard that this letter is still in the hands of Qingguang's family.) ）

On the eve of liberation and after liberation, he actively participated in the suppression of bandits to ensure the safety of people's lives and property in his hometown.

Whether it was during the Anti-Japanese War, or before and after liberation, my father never walked out of the circle of his homeland, he loved his homeland deeply all his life, and was reluctant to leave this piece of paradise, and he had a deep affection for his homeland.

When I was in elementary school, I often heard my father talk about those past events, and I asked him curiously, "Why don't you become a big official and come back to deal with mud?" ”

My father smiled and said: "Everyone has a complex in their hearts, every mountain and water, every grass and tree, and even every stone in their hometown has an indescribable sense of intimacy, which is my homeland complex." “