What is this? Two months ago, on the evening of 1 month 13, my parents took me to the Monument to the People's Heroes in Tiananmen Square to express their condolences and swore an oath to Grandpa Zhou, our beloved Premier Zhou.
This has to start from the morning of 1976 1 month 9-
This morning, as usual, I woke up at six. I was rubbing my eyes when I suddenly heard my mother crying in bed, crying very sadly. Dad sat by the bed, sighing with his head down. I don't know what happened, so I put on my cotton-padded jacket and ran to my mother's bed. My father pushed me to my mother. I held my mother's head, pulled off the handkerchief on her face and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" At this time, my mother couldn't help crying and sobbed and said, "My son, Grandpa Zhou, our beloved Premier Zhou passed away!" " "
Speaking of it, my name "Changyu" has deep roots with my beloved Premier Zhou! 1August, 966, the day my mother gave birth to me-that was in the early days of the Cultural Revolution. My father sent my mother to the maternity ward this morning, and he rode his bike to the university in the western suburbs where he worked. Just in time for the beloved Premier Zhou to preside over the ten thousand people's congress of this university. At this time, it was raining cats and dogs, and Premier Zhou stood in the heavy rain and seriously and firmly explained to tens of thousands of people not to point the finger at them. At this time, the excitement of the masses reached an extreme, and they all said that the Prime Minister was so supportive of us, and we must do what the Prime Minister taught us!
After the meeting, dad was so excited that he rode to the maternity ward in the heavy rain without wearing a raincoat. At the moment, Li Nainai, who lives across the hall from us, is holding me and sitting beside her mother's bed. Dad smiled and poked my face with his cold fingers, and sat down on the low stool beside the bed, dripping with water. He excitedly told his mother and Li Nainai about today's meeting of ten thousand people and Premier Zhou's speech to the masses. Dad said, "I stand so close to the Prime Minister for the first time in my life!" " I will never forget this day. "At this moment, Li Nainai suddenly smiled and said," this boy has no name yet. To commemorate your unforgettable day, call him Zhang Yu. ".Mom also nodded and smiled. Dad thought for a moment and smiled and said, "I heard that the Prime Minister has another name, which was used when studying in Japan. It is called rain and rain. Let's call this child' Changyu'. "
Today, none of us had breakfast on the day when the bad news of the death of the Prime Minister came. This day is the most uncomfortable day since I was born. Wherever I go, I can see my red eyes and hear my sobs. Teacher Wang, Li Nainai across the hall, the conductor's aunt on the tram, the uncle of the People's Liberation Army who took the bus, and the uncle of the postman who delivered the newspaper were all in tears and looked angry. I feel that Grandpa Zhou has passed away. Everything has changed! It is even colder when it is cold. Cloudy and windy! I felt breathless, so I clenched my fist and beat my chest, hoping to breathe more smoothly!
Anyway, on this day, dad got on the bus in a hurry and went to the university where he worked. Mother also rushed to the paper flower factory where she worked. She told me to add more coal to the fire and don't forget to lock the door when I go to school.
I put my schoolbag on my back and locked the door. When I turned around, I met Li Nainai. She was across the hall, carrying a vegetable basket and coming out with Xiao Tong's sister. Their eyes are red, too Sister Tong took my hand and we didn't say a word. As he walked, Li Nainai said, as if to tell us and himself, "I am seventy-eight years old, so it is meaningless to live. It is better to let me die and give Premier Zhou a few years. This is everyone's luck! " As he spoke, he walked slowly towards the grocery store alone. She has never walked like this. We stood there and looked at her back for a long time. My sister and I went to school. Today the campus is very quiet, I can't hear the sound of running and laughing! When they entered the classroom, the students were all there, squatting on the desks and whispering. As soon as I sat down, they gently said to me, "Zhang Yu, do you know?" Premier Zhou passed away! Then Mr. Wang came in and we all hurried back to our seats. Teacher Wang looked at us lovingly with tears, as if praising our good classroom order today. She didn't speak. I think if she talks, she will cry in front of us. ...
In the evening, my father came back from the western suburbs, looking horribly gloomy. At this time, my mother was taking a photo of our family from the wall, replacing it with a photo of Grandpa Zhou, taking out three black veils, putting them on herself and me, and handing one to my father. Dad said with a wry smile, "I can only wear it at home, which is not allowed in our university." Mother looked at her father and said loudly, "Why? Who is not allowed to wear it? If I were you, I would wear it! " Dad looked at mom and said nothing for a long time. Mother sighed and picked up scissors to make white flowers.
The air in the room was dull and uncomfortable, so I ran to Sister Tong's house across the hall. Uncle Li has come back from the factory. He is talking to Li Nainai angrily. On the wall of their house, there has been a large photo of Grandpa Zhou, tied with a black ribbon. Sister Xiao Tong beckoned me from the kitchen and said, "Xiaoyu, you also brought a black veil. Did you make the white flowers? " I said, "Mom is making it ... Dad says they are not allowed to wear it in college. Do you feel strange? " Sister Xiaotong whispered, "Didn't you see that my father was angry? Workers are not allowed to hold a memorial service in their factory, that is, they are not allowed at the top. They are protesting! " As she spoke, she called, "Mom and Dad are eating. Come on. " The child's sister had no mother when she was ten years old. She grew up with her grandmother. My mother always praises her for her ability, good study, more housework and everything.
1 month 10, my mother didn't come back until 2 o'clock in the middle of the night. My mother said that she and the workers and aunts in their paper flower factory were all wearing wreaths and paper flowers and crying. Almost all paper flowers are watered with tears. Later, my mother suggested: Today is the day when we bid farewell to Premier Zhou's body. Let's all go to Beijing Hospital. After today, I will never see Premier Zhou's kindness again. After work, they hurried off without even eating. However, under the street lamp in front of the Beijing Hospital, the people who asked to see Premier Zhou's remains for the last time have stood up, and the staff in funeral committee are gently discouraging everyone. People who asked and dissuaded cried ... finally my mother said, "let's try again tomorrow!" "
1 month 1 1 day at noon, we had lunch in a hurry, and my parents took me; Li Nainai and Uncle Li came to the working people's cultural palace with Xiao Tong's sister. I looked up and walked from Beijing Hotel to Jinshui Bridge in front of Tiananmen Square. There are several layers of human walls standing on this ten-mile-long Chang' an Avenue, as far as the eye can see! This wall with hundreds of thousands of people is dense, but there is no sound at all. In the cold north wind, thousands of pairs of sour eyes stare at the straight streets and the municipal party Committee building in the south ... how time flies! The north wind is blowing behind me, and I shrink my neck with cold. My mother put a cotton monkey hat on me from behind. Li Nainai's legs were sore, so she ran under the locust tree behind the wall for a while, but she soon came back to stand.
It was getting dark, and I stamped my numb feet gently, and suddenly I felt my mother holding my shoulder. Looking up, Grandpa Zhou's hearse is coming! After several cars passed slowly, a big hearse with huge black flowers came slowly! At this time, there seemed to be a silent call to arms, and people, men, women and children, all straightened up for a while and took off their hats and headscarves-I quickly pushed the cotton hat on my head back-hundreds of thousands of people couldn't help crying out loud, but they didn't care to wipe the cold tears on their faces for only a few seconds. Although the hearse is driving slowly, it has already crossed the Jinshui Bridge. Oh! I want to run with the hearse and even run to the horizon! Mother gently carried me on her back. But I heard many people chasing hearses on the sidewalk behind the wall ... As night fell, the north wind blew harder. Everyone still looked at the westbound direction of the hearse with tears in their eyes, standing quietly and unwilling to leave. ...
When we got home, the cold half moon was already hanging on the treetops without leaves. Li Nainai and I didn't talk, so we went back to our home, warmed up casually and fell asleep after eating.
The next night, my mother was cooking and I was doing my homework. My father came back from the western suburbs, took out a white paper wreath the size of a rice cooker cover from his handbag, put it on the table and went to the kitchen. I saw this little wreath, but it was tied with a wide white note with many words written on it. I ran to see, only remember it read:
..... is such a small morning circle, they won't let us into the school! ..... All our love, all our hate, all our nostalgia, all our anger are tied to this little wreath. Dear Premier Zhou, you can understand us.
..... college students of workers, peasants and soldiers
While I was watching carefully, my father and mother came in with food. Mother said, "Son, go to bed after dinner ..." I said, "It's too early for me to sleep." Dad said, "You will fall asleep. If you fall asleep, tonight, we will take you to the monument to the people's heroes in Tiananmen Square ... "
I quickly grabbed a bowl of rice and plunged into bed ... I was sleeping soundly and suddenly felt someone pushing me. When I woke up, my parents had put on their cotton-padded clothes and stood in front of my bed. The mercury-like moonlight outside the window shines on the white flowers on their big skirts, which is particularly dazzling! Dad still has that little wreath in his hand. I quickly got dressed and put on the cotton monkey. Mom also turned up my cotton monkey collar. When we walked out the door, Uncle Li, who was across the hall, also pulled his sister Xiao Tong out. Out of the street gate, under the cold street lamp, there was no one. Mom and dad are holding my gloved hand tightly on both sides and walking very fast. We walked to the edge of Tiananmen Square, wow! What beautiful flowers and mountains! I have never seen such a spectacular sight! In the moonlight, the center of the square and around the Monument to the People's Heroes have been filled with layers of wreaths, large and small, with white notes hanging on them, all of which are written in large and small words. These wreaths cover several layers of white marble railings! Dad went over and put the small wreath in his hand squarely between the two big wreaths. He took off his hat and we all bowed respectfully and stood in silence for a while. I looked up, Li Nainai and others had moved on, and we followed a long line to the south of the monument. On both sides of the parade, there are silent and solid human walls that stretch for miles, standing relatively in the cold north wind, watching groups of people who send flowers, marching slowly with neat steps. In the moonlight, thousands of people standing and walking in Qian Qian have crystal tears on their faces. ...
We walked to the south of the monument, looked up at the glittering Chinese characters written by grandpa last week, and lived in the middle of the queue to the North Station. Mom untied the headscarf, dad took off his hat, raised his fist together, and swore to the beloved grandpa Zhou. The north wind rattled thousands of garlands in Qian Qian.
I couldn't hear what mom and dad said in many vows, so I pushed my cotton cap back and raised my hand. I said softly, "Dear Grandpa Zhou, I solemnly swear to you that I am determined to follow your example and be a selfless and fearless person all my life." I will always be your good boy. " I thought and thought, and at this point, I couldn't help crying. Mother looked down at me, wiped my face with her wet handkerchief, held my hand, and we walked to the small pine tree in the south of the monument together.
These two rows of small pine trees have become flower trees, and each branch is covered with white paper flowers. The three of us also picked the white flowers from the skirt and tied them to the branches below. The stream of people pushes the front wave like the back wave, pushing us to the east of the monument. Turning to the north, from the west of the square, the rolling stream of people is still in the direction we came from, and heading south ... The sky is still crystal clear as mercury, the ground is as uniform as a night March, and the north wind plays solemn and stirring military music for us on countless wreaths ... We reluctantly walked out of the square and went home against the north wind. When we went to bed, it was already three in the morning!
In the next few days, everyone was listless and seemed to be holding their breath. Wherever I go, it's hard for me ... Grandpa Zhou, we can't live without you!
/kloc-on the evening of 0/7, I just had dinner and wanted to sleep. Dad sat by the fire, leafing through the newspaper, and said to his mother, "There are more news and reports of mourning for the Prime Minister abroad than our own newspapers. Why can't we hear our own voices? " ! "Mom shook her head and lowered her head to mend my broken gloves. Generally, my mother always talks a lot, but these days, my mother is also horribly dull. I just sat by the bed and took off my cotton shoes. Sister Tong pushed the door in and said, "Last night, there was a documentary mourning Premier Zhou on TV. Tonight, grandma said that she would invite her uncle, aunt and Xiao Yu to come over. "I can't wait to say a word, put on my shoes and left, and my parents followed.
Li Nainai put some small stools in front of the TV, and we all sat down. Uncle Li, on the other hand, was sitting in the back room reading alone, ignoring us. Showing the documentary, the picture flashed "China people's great proletarian revolutionary and outstanding proletarian fighter Comrade Zhou Enlai is immortal!" Banner characters ... the scene of people saying goodbye to the body of the prime minister appeared, and we all held our breath! Dear Grandpa Zhou was lying quietly under the banner of a big party with a small wreath at his feet ... At this moment, Li Nainai put his hand on his mother's shoulder and sobbed, "Aunt, look, how thin the Prime Minister is! He broke his heart for us! " Mother stared at the screen with tears in her eyes and made no answer. At this moment, we saw the beloved Commander-in-Chief Zhu come in with the help of two people. I really can't describe the sad expression on his old man's face! He raised his hand and gave an extremely serious military salute to his old comrades who had lived and died together for decades. At this moment, I couldn't help crying. We were watching the national leaders come up to bid farewell to Grandpa Zhou's body when Grandpa Li suddenly stormed out of the back room and slammed off the TV! I was about to ask why when my parents shook their heads at me. Sister Xiaotong didn't speak. Li Nainai stood up, sighed and said, "You young people, don't be too discouraged. Don't forget, Premier Zhou passed away and Chairman Mao is still alive. I hope his old man will live a long and healthy life ... "She turned to Sister Xiaotong and said," You children go to bed first! "
I came home slowly, bored and turned on the light. When I made the bed, I turned around and saw my father's notebook spread out on the table with a few lines written on it, which seemed to be a poem. When I went to see it, it said:
The people, only the people, are the driving force to create world history. -Chairman Mao
I have a lot on my mind, even Guangyu,
Listen to thunder in a quiet place. -Lu Xun
If winter comes,
Can spring be far behind? -Shelley
What do these words mean? Lu Xun, I know who it is, is the greatest and most heroic standard-bearer of China New Culture Army praised by Chairman Mao. Teacher Wang told us a little thing he wrote. I have read the True Story of Ah Q written by him. But who is that Shelley?
I took off my clothes, lay down and turned off the bedside lamp ... what a bright moonlight! This moonlight has been shining on my bed, on the big portrait of Chairman Mao and Grandpa Zhou hanging on the wall beside the bed! I looked at these two hanging pictures and remembered many stories about Grandpa Zhou's revolutionary life that my mother, father, Miss Wang, Uncle Li and many uncles and aunts told me. He has been to Tianjin, Japan, France, Nanchang, Yan 'an and Chongqing during the Long March, until he was in Beijing ... I have seen his old man's house many times in newspapers and TV, and his respectable and lovely image.
I thought about it and found that the pillow was wet. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and turned over. I remembered what Li Nainai said: "Don't forget, Chairman Mao is still alive ... I hope he will live a long and healthy life!" I looked up at the photos of Chairman Mao and Grandpa Zhou in the moonlight. I closed my eyes as if to comfort.
The moonlight still shines on my face, and my eyes are still bright with closed eyes!
Sleep, I want to sleep in the light, I want to dream of a bright tomorrow!