On March 19, 20 1 1, the three sets of cars set off again. This is the second time that students get together again and go to Chongqing and Hunan to play after their trip to Yunnan last year. This is the tenth stop: Chairman Mao's former residence. Chairman Mao's former residence is located in Shaoshan Village, Shaoshan Township. This is a civil structure, sitting in a concave farmhouse facing north. The former residence can't be simpler, but it attracts thousands of people to visit it every day, because it is an eternal "holy land" in their hearts.

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At noon 12: 00, we finally arrived at Shaoshanchong. After a simple meal in the restaurant, everyone went directly to the former residence of Comrade Mao Zedong.

I can't remember how many times I have been to Chairman Mao's former residence, but every time it gives me a different feeling. I came here when I was a soldier. It's a feeling of worshipping God. When I was in college, I came with the mentality of looking for a chairman as a leader. I came to work, more memories of a generation of great men. Now, after decades, I have retired and come here again. What I still see now are those earthen houses, simple furniture and farm tools, a small dam at the door and a pond next to the dam. No surprise, no freshness. Everything is so dull, but I can't hide my deep yearning for this great man: I, the son of a farmer, have experienced the whole process from being naked to well-fed, from poverty to prosperity, and the Chinese nation from decline to prosperity in today's China, although I didn't feel the feat of the martyrs who fought bloody battles for the China revolution under the leadership of Chairman. All this has been forming an obsession in my mind. Without Chairman Mao, without * * *, there would be no new China, and there would be no Chinese nation today.

I will always remember my father's last words when he died, that is, listen to the party and follow it. I didn't feel deeply at that time. Today, I am old and have a deeper understanding of my father's teachings.

In front of the former residence, a group of tourists wound their way through the Woods and extended to the slope. People waited quietly, moving forward step by step, without noise and noise, and their faces were full of expectation and solemnity.

In the square, the flower baskets in front of the statue of Chairman Mao are stacked one after another, and there are still an endless stream of people holding or carrying flower baskets silently walking to the statue, bowing and saluting, and quietly leaving. Seeing this scene, I suddenly realized that not only I, but all the people in China still love and miss Chairman Mao's old man's house, and this love and nostalgia has been integrated into the blood and bone marrow, which will ripple in the long river of history.

In the evening, we arrived in Changsha. My son michel platini welcomed everyone in a restaurant called Changde Tuwancai. The warm hospitality moved everyone. Unfortunately, I didn't eat a few mouthfuls of rice, but I drank a lot of wine. Fortunately, it's not out of line, otherwise it would be embarrassing.