My name is Jason Chung, and I live in Huaishuzhuang. The white-haired girl is on my left, and Li Shuangshuang is on my right. There is a watershed in front of my house, followed by Shajiabang, Longxugou in the east and Fenshui in the west.
I was born in a revolutionary family. My father is the secretary of the county party committee, my mother is the daughter of the party, my brother is a railway guard, my sister is Bi Zhao Yiman, my brother is a private, and my sister is a female pilot.
Today is my day off. I'm thinking about my family. Suddenly, 72 tenants came. They are all tourists on the iceberg. It is said that I lost the secret drawings and asked me to follow.
I rode for seven days and seven nights at a speed of thousands of miles a day, braved the storm, crossed the beacon fire in the border villages of Shangganling and Qingsongling, and walked through the blizzard Dabie Mountain, the silent forest and the beautiful forest.
Joined the revolutionary ranks such as Yan 'an Guerrilla, Plain Guerrilla, Independent Brigade, Hui Nationality Team, Honghu Red Guards, Flying Tigers, Red Female Soldiers, etc., and successively participated in the battles of defending peace, tunnel warfare, mine warfare, fighting in the south and north, and blocking warfare in Montenegro. After sailing in the foggy sea at night and crossing the river at risk, we broke through the darkness before dawn and finally laid out lotus lanterns on the eve of fierce fighting, welcoming how beautiful the country is.
For the sake of peace, people's soldiers, Dong Cunrui, hero tanker, five strong men of Langya Mountain, luliang heroes, eagle in the storm, condor at sea, underground soldiers and other comrades all showed heroic courage. They wrote magnificent heroic poems and heroic soldiers in battle.
When the grapes are ripe, the sun illuminates Hongshigou, and three comrades-in-arms who share weal and woe and the victorious reunion are fighting in the mountain village.
We forged eternal friendship in the battle, so that we will always be heart-to-heart, continue to March in the footsteps of youth, ride the wind and waves, return home in triumph, and continue to write the symphony of youth and life in the war.
Please don't forget that I have been growing up in the battle. In the name of the revolution, I will tell you about our younger generation in the big storm, crossing the river for reconnaissance and the red lantern. I want to know if you are satisfied with it.