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The bright national flag is flying in the blue sky, the sonorous pace is advancing on the Earth, and the sound of peace is echoing in the world. On September 3rd, it was a great day. A grand military parade commemorating the 70th anniversary of the victory of the Chinese People’s Anti-Japanese War in the name of the country was going on ceremoniously. Accompanied by a cup of green tea, I watched it with relish, thinking of something more or less related to that war. Father was an only child. It has always been strange that how can old-fashioned families have the consciousness of only child? I dared to ask my father when I was in high school. Father sighed: Isn’t it all caused by war? Your grandmother died when she gave birth to me in her hometown Hefei. Your grandfather took me to Shanghai to go to his sister. This is my aunt. That year, the Japanese invaded and Shanghai fell. Your grandfather was scared and ran back to the countryside. As a result, it was robbed by bandits. Your grandfather was injured by bandits and died without treatment. When I was over one year old, I was brought up by my clansmen. I ‘d like to think that my sister and brother can still visit the door on festivals and festivals. Father’s eyes were a little erratic, and his tone was a little depressing. I have been stunned for a long time and never recovered. I grew up in peacetime, and my understanding of war was limited to those in movies. Looking back now, the cruelty of the war and the hatred for invaders probably started from then on. As for that war, my mother was even more impressed. During the anti-Japanese War, my family was too poor. Grandpa only follow countryman pao qi ion northeast, earn money. At that time, the three northeastern provinces were reduced to the hands of Japanese. My grandfather, who was a little bit cultural and understood Japanese, became a teacher and later made a Japanese translation. Is it a translator like a movie? I surprised. My mother didn’t know the specific situation at that time either. But my father said disappointedly: That was a traitor’s behavior! How can it be a traitor? Isn’t it just a little translator to earn some money? If the traitors, after the victory of the anti-Japanese War, why didn’t anyone bother him! Mother refuted with a pale face and explained. My grandfather was not at home, while my teenage uncle and aunt joined the underground anti-Japanese organization in their local hometown. Later he joined the Army. Until liberation after. My aunt died of tuberculosis after working in the art troupe of the Army. He was only 20 years old when he died, and he was not married yet. Now there is the name of aunt in the local martyrs cemetery. However, my great uncle entered Shanghai with the troops and became a cadre heading south. After the anti-Japanese War, when Grandpa returned home, his two children had joined the Communist Party and were both in the Army. I guess it is for this reason. In addition to my grandfather’s relationship with the villagers, no one mentioned my grandfather’s history. However, it was discovered during the Cultural Revolution, and my uncle was criticized for this matter. His body collapsed and he died early. My mother was also investigated. Every time when talking about these histories, the mother of Shandong accent said bitterly: if it weren’t for the little devil coming, the family would be poor and beaten again. How did your grandfather run to Mukden? How could your uncle be involved in this matter later? Your aunt might not join the army, so she got married and had children in her hometown. Both parents changed the pattern because of that war. If a war puts a country into a critical moment, how can the fate of the common people not be changed? But people still have choices. That is to take up arms and unite to resist invaders. I think of the female archives of anti-Japanese war I read not long ago. At the most dangerous time of the motherland, women like flowers one by one threw themselves into the flood of resisting Japan and saving the nation without hesitation, and chose to share the fate with the future of the motherland. 70 years have passed. If they were alive, the maximum age of them today is nearly 100 years old, and the minimum age is nearly 90 years old. I don’t know whether there are their aging and respectable figures in today’s Tiananmen Square. Should some. The people will not forget them, and the motherland will not forget them. One by one, they lined up and walked across Tian’anmen square proudly with neat steps. In that war, the martyrs just took such a powerful step to move forward and then move forward. After 14 years of bloody fighting, they drove away the invaders, ushered in the day of victory and ushered in the light of peace. Looking back at the efforts made 70 years ago, we can always see something. Today, everyone is busy with their own business and their own small family. Everyone hopes that their small family will be safe and quiet. However, without the existence of a big country, how can there be a small family? Without a strong country, how can a small family be safe? We should remember history and the martyrs. We should cherish peace. A burst of applause came out of the window. Looking at the probe, there is a big color TV set in front of the supermarket downstairs. Nearby construction workers gathered in front of the screen, watching and talking excitedly. In early autumn, the sunshine is mild and the breeze is pleasant. The dove of peace is flying, and the colorful ball of victory is dancing. We pray: there is no war under the blue sky, and peace will last forever in the world. We Remember: Justice will win, peace will win, and people will win! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. 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