I used to think begonia was the city flower of Tianjin. I never thought that it could not be elected as this honor, but it is the first rose, but this does not affect its gorgeous degree and coverage. Accompanied by the fragrance of Haitang flowers all the way, we embarked on the road to the martyrs cemetery. I wanted to use my journey to tell a travel story. I really thought so before I arrived at the destination, but when I really entered the place, I changed my attitude of playing games all the way and I began to become solemn.
Martyrs Cemetery is located in a remote corner of Beichen District. After three bus stops, it finally floated in front of us. There are many flower sellers at the door, which also saves us a lot of trouble. Maybe it's because of Tomb-Sweeping Day. It seems a little too noisy around. There are many college students like us who come to visit the grave with tasks, many taxi drivers waiting to pick up passengers, and some family members or friends who may have been martyrs before their death ... Everyone gathered at the door, talking and laughing.
Our party is the same, talking and laughing, holding flowers side by side, walking into this solemn place. About a few hundred meters later, a huge frustum of a cone appeared on the right side of the road, and a thick cylindrical stone pillar stood tall, engraved with the words: the people's hero is immortal. With curiosity and boredom, we set foot on the frustum of a cone. I never thought that this gentle step changed our attitude towards this martyr cemetery. We all realize that this is not a tourist attraction or a trace of history. It truly records the heroes who sacrificed for the motherland and the people around us and the bloody battle for disaster relief. They may not have children, they may not be married, and some of them are not even our age ... but they dare to sacrifice their lives in the face of disasters and use their bodies to protect their beloved motherland and people. As a new generation of college students, how many of us can do it?
Most of the fire officers and soldiers who died in the 8. 12 explosion accident in Tanggu, Tianjin were engraved on that monument. One of them, Yuan Hai, came into our sight, not because of his great achievements and titles, but because he was born in 1997 like us, and he was younger than many of us here. He was born in September, and he was not an adult on the day he died!
We all froze. We don't know what kind of mentality to face this powerful soul. We can't imagine him being blown up beyond recognition. We can't imagine the pain of his parents when they received the bad news ... what a shock all this has brought! With such a heavy moral burden, we have completed all the grave sweeping work.
The way back is still so far away, but no one is talking and laughing. Everyone is sitting silently, with deep eyes, but it seems that there is a direction to chase. Outside the window, the begonia flowers are still so warm, and it seems to be the same, just for this season's bloom.