Three articles commemorating the death of parents

I miss my parents' death and my father and mother.

It has been many years since my parents died, but my parents still often appear in my dreams. Parents' eyes are still so clear, and their kind eyes are still full of love and expectation. My parents in my dream are still persuading, caring and caring for me&; Hellip& amphellip wrote here, and my tears could no longer be controlled to drip on the keyboard, turning into thoughts of my parents. I don't know if my brothers and sisters are thinking about their dead parents like me. But I know that my parents who have crossed Hexi are still caring, caring and caring for their nine carefully raised children. Parents will still appear in their children's dreams when their nine children are in trouble, when they are sick, or when their children are in trouble.

When my father was twenty years old, he married his mother and lived a hard life.

If the father is great, it is not enough for the mother to describe it as great. My mother began to give birth to children at the age of twenty, and it was not until she gave birth to my brother at the age of forty-two that the painful physiological process ended. My mother gave birth to nine children in 22 years. This kind of suffering is beyond the ordinary people's endurance. Not all mothers can give such love. This kind of suffering is not what all mothers are willing to bear. My mother endured without complaint and raised us without hurting our spirit and body.

1April 3, 983, my father left us without warning. I remember the weather was very good that day. After lunch, he said he would go out for a walk, but his father left us forever (sudden cerebral hemorrhage). My father went through hardships all his life and grew up with my grandmother (whose parents died young). Because of his own experience, he loved his daughter very much and devoted his life to their children's life and study. Mom said: Your father is like a machine, turning all the time, and he finally has a rest.

Father is gone, and the four of us are not married yet. My mother is the only one at home, although my married brothers and sisters are very filial. Mom is a strong person, all her worries are in her heart, and she is taking our brother and sister forward &; After our four brothers and sisters got married, my mother often said: Seeing that your family is prosperous, I have nothing to worry about in my life. Nine children are all parents now. The mother exhausted her last energy and watched her nine children in pairs, unable to pay for her energy any more, and left helplessly &; Hellip& amphellip left a care, left a love, but took away a lifetime of suffering.

Mother left, leaving me alone to trudge through this world. Yes, we are adults and parents, asking us to be strong, but at that time, I really didn't want to hide my helplessness and weakness. Every casual time, every casual scene, even the voice of other people's mothers, will make my heart ache in an instant, and the scars in my heart are thousands of layers. Mom is still the most tender and untouchable pain in my heart.

Maybe my mother left too suddenly, and those short seconds were diluted and filled my dreams over and over again. I seem to have entered just visiting, and I want to change this ending. I care about my mother and feel her temperature clearly. I want her to take medicine, but I'm afraid the water will be cold and taking medicine before going to bed will keep her awake. There are people around me arguing. I want to stop it, but I'm afraid it will make my mother catch cold. I motioned anxiously &; Mdash& ampmdash Shh, no, please don't scare my mother. She has a bad heart and needs to rest. When I woke up, I still kept my dream posture.

Without parents, many sorrows can only be supported by themselves; Without my parents, I am like a kite with a broken thread. When the weather is clear, I will float leisurely. With the wind and rain, I can only float and be beaten by the wind and rain. Without my parents, no one would want to pull me back; Without my parents, I cherish having them more, and parting may be a matter of an instant.

I always believe that there is a feeling of transcending time and space between my parents and me. I always dream of being with my parents. In that world, my parents will miss me, just as I miss him and miss him. I believe, I prefer to believe, that there is a soul after death. The life of everything in the world is the same, and the vegetation rises and falls once a year, and the spring is full. Since they go back and forth like this, aren't human beings unique? I believe that mom and dad's departure is only a moment. In the future, I am still their daughter, and they are still my parents, but when is our spring?

"The tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the son wants to keep it." Love your parents when they are still alive. Tomorrow may be too late.

I miss my parents' death and my father and mother.

The surging Yellow River can't stop the tears of children's yearning, and the towering mountains can't stop singing about the parenting. At the dawn of February 15, 2008 (the ninth day of the first lunar month), my father hurried through the last moment of his life and met his mother Jiuquan, who left early 30 years ago. He died at 4: 39 in the morning with a smile at the age of 88.

Although my parents left us, they passed on their noble character and ordinary greatness and left their eternal thoughts to their nine children.

Dad, mom-you will always be with your children and live in their hearts.

Mom and dad's life is an ordinary and great life. My father was born in124 of the twelfth lunar month in 923. Grandpa 12 years old left this world, and grandma cried blind because of grandpa's departure. From then on, Dad and Grandma lived alone. Dad took on the heavy responsibility of the family when he was 12 years old, and began to work for the families of rich people, supporting his blind grandmother with his own labor. /kloc-when he was 0/6 years old, bad luck came to his father. Just as he was herding sheep in Dutou Village, he was arrested by the Japanese devils and began his first military service (Ruicheng, military land). In the Japanese camp, he couldn't stand the Japanese bullying the people of China and became a deserter a month later. There were always three people eloping together at that time. One of them was shot by a Japanese devil on the way to escape, and the other risked his life to cross the Yellow River and join the Eighth Route Army. My father recovered his life from the bullets that the Japanese devils roared past, returned home and hid in secret. 18 years old, catching up with the Kuomintang government to send troops to grandpa three. My father still gave up taking care of his blind mother and calmly joined the army for the second time instead of his third father. You should know that my father joined the army for his father, not his real father. How great it is that he gambled his life for the happiness of our big family! (From the military important place of Yuncheng, the arms are the guards). In more than three months of enlistment, he has always maintained the patriotic integrity of the Chinese people. The next month, he planned to escape with 17 comrades. Later, he was tipped off by traitors and failed to escape. In the face of torture, they endured humiliation and torture and avoided the disaster of life. A month later, together with more than 20 compatriots, they used Japanese devils to get rid of traitors, and a week later they fled collectively, joined the Eighth Route Army in the north and laid hands on him. When he joined the Eighth Route Army, he fought bravely against the enemy, participated in the liberation Jiexiu and Pingyao campaigns successively, and joined the China * * * Production Party. On the eve of liberation, the three of them were sent back to their hometown as the underground liaison of our party to prepare for the liberation of the whole country. Back home, because we haven't been liberated here, my father and the three of them buried the relevant documents issued by our party in the secret place of Zaogeta Village (belonging to Yongji Zaogeta or Ruicheng Zaogeta). Later, after the liberation of the whole country, my father could no longer find their relevant documents, but this history became his permanent secret. In order to take care of my blind mother, my father has been a farmer to the core ever since. My father's medical history was unexpectedly discovered last year, when he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease. When I asked him about the details, he could only say three words-I can't remember, and the investigation found that the situation was true.

After liberation, my father walked out of a brilliant life step by step. 1950, my father went to Chaoyi, Shaanxi alone, and now Dali County has been planting trees on the Yellow River Beach for eleven years. * * * planted more than 3,000 mu of trees and became the famous "forest" tree planting king in Sanqin at that time. 1953, influenced by his father's reputation for planting trees, Wang Xiuzhi, a beautiful woman ten years younger than him, fell in love and began to have our happy family. Mother's arrival not only gave birth to us, but also shared the heavy responsibility of housework and taking care of blind grandma for my father. At that time, the family's economic situation became a decent well-off household on the Yellow River beach. 1958, both parents are riding brand-name bicycles. You know, having a bicycle in those days was more precious than having an Audi at home now. Unfortunately, 1958, a fire on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month destroyed all our belongings. Father rushed into the fire and only robbed his blind mother, because he knew that her was more important to him than anything else. 1959, in order to build the Sanmenxia Reservoir, my father abandoned his family and cared for the country, but he still gave up his hard-earned forest land 1 1 year, donated 3,000 mu of trees to the country for free, and shed tears on the Yellow River beach and immigrated back to his hometown, which is now Xiayang Village, Shanxi (I was just born 40 days ago).

Back in China, our country was in a three-year difficult period of the national economy, and our family had no room to live and no food to eat. Father reluctantly gave up what he wanted, sold their bicycles and bought several shabby houses to keep out the cold. Because our family has many children and the production team has little food, we can only feed our hunger. Moreover, my grandmother's health was getting worse and worse, and my parents had no choice but to send my second sister, who was just born 10 months, to someone else's house. My young mind also tasted the pain of being separated from my relatives. During this period, due to his father's historical reasons, it was often regarded as a typical struggle. Father is a man with an economic mind, and he is often found to be a "bad" element of speculation and criticized; He is clearing land in the Yellow River beach to bask in the grass, and people want to cut off his capitalist tail; He keeps bees and tigers for a living, and people want to destroy his capitalist nest; He cultivated land in Zhongtiaoshan, and people wanted to tear down his hotbed of capitalism. Parents' grievances for our growth are beyond words.

1979, bad luck came to my home again. My mother died prematurely because of an accident at the age of 47. It was my dad's warm-hearted shit that brought up our nine children. Here, we just want to say: Dad, you are not only a great father, but also a great "mother". Although you are gone, you will live in your child's heart forever, and your child will miss you forever.

When I write about my mother, it reminds us of my mother. Although she has been away from us for 30 years, her children think about their mother all the time. Let's nine children shout together here: Mom, your children miss you. Maybe under the grave, you can hear your child crying.

Here I want to talk about my mother: My mother is a wise, kind and great mother. I have lived a poor life since I came to my home. For the sake of our family, she works hard and scrimps; For the sake of our growth, she has tasted the ups and downs of the world and eaten up the bitterness and tiredness that a woman should not eat. She not only took care of the heavy housework and raised us, but also took care of my grandmother for more than 30 years. My grandmother was blind in her thirties and paralyzed in her forties. She has to rely on people to feed her, defecate and pee, so she can't take care of herself. Even if others don't push her, she can't move and can only lie on the kang all the year round. It was my mother who fed her grandmother, wiped her excrement and poured urine day after day, year after year for more than twenty years. Mother's virtue, kindness and filial piety are still legends and models in our Shiliba village. We have such a great mother, but we are proud, proud and lacking.

1982, since the implementation of the responsibility system, my father has given full play to his expertise in economic thinking, taken care of seedling planting, land reclamation, long-distance trafficking and breeding, changed the face of poverty in my family, paid off all debts, built a new house and made my children a home one by one. The father's diligence, virtue, kindness and decisiveness become an example for children; Mother's simplicity, kindness, filial piety and virtue are praised by everyone; The great achievements of mom and dad are obvious to all; The greatness of mom and dad can be seen everywhere; The ordinary life of mom and dad will always be an extraordinary and inexhaustible spiritual wealth for children and society.

The noble character of parents still reappears. In the 1960s and 1970s, when the family was particularly difficult, parents always forgot to help people in need. They would rather starve themselves, even if they have sweet potatoes and wild vegetables, they should try to reduce their children's hunger. Beggars always give them a bun that they can't bear to let their children eat when they enter the house. When they meet food, they always keep them warm. We see it in our eyes, but the pain is in our hearts. Mom and Dad, you are so great and caring. In the 1990s, my father went to Henan to visit his eldest son. On the train home, he met a college student in Hunan. When talking about the family difficulties and the inability to continue his studies, the father gave his son fifty yuan to the college student. Six months later, college students wrote him a thank-you letter as an uncle and bravely walked through the university. Parents' words and deeds always educate every child, so that we can also help out-of-school children, donate money and materials to the disaster areas, and help the poor.

In his later years, his father never talked to his children, raised any difficulties and added any troubles. Their noble character is always worth remembering and inheriting by his children. Especially in recent years, my father has suffered from Alzheimer's disease, but his old man has always maintained a generous mind and never added any burden or trouble to his children. No matter what their children say, they always answer with a simple "good" and "good". At the moment he left, he was afraid that the child would feel uncomfortable, but he still endured the pain. He just gave a weak groan and left quietly. Dad, you have been wronged for the growth of your child. Dad, you have suffered a lot for the growth of your children. Dad, you have been waiting alone for 30 years, watching your love for your mother until the end of your life. Dad, you are great. Dad, you are too strong. Dad, mom, you will always be the pride of your children and their role models. Please rest in peace, your children will miss you forever. Please also rest assured that your children will bow down to your grave with Tomb-Sweeping Day on the anniversary of your death.

After his father's death, his friends, all relatives and friends, new and old neighbors, neighbors and villagers, and children's units all came to express their condolences and presented wreaths to show their condolences. The local government also made a special trip to dedicate a couplet to him: the first couplet-planting trees on the bustling beach in the Qin Dynasty to benefit the Linwang society, and the second couplet-seedling raising and greening in the old age of Jinyuan Yuman Forestry Bureau. Horizontal recognition is: silent dedication.

On the day of dad's funeral, a strong wind suddenly blew in the clear sky, and the dust was flying. The children knew: This is the earth seeing you off; The sky was cloudy for just over ten minutes, with a few snowflakes floating. Children also know that this is heaven crying for you; When you bury it, the sky is clear and quiet again, and the children know that you are encouraging them to cheer up and turn their thoughts about you into the driving force of life. Dad, don't worry, your children will not live up to your expectations. They will help each other, unite with each other and work together to pass on your fine tradition and let you rest assured forever.

Dad, mom, you will always live in the hearts of children.

Memories of parents' death miss my father and mother.

My father and mother are from Jilin Province.

Father He Yushan, 19 10, from Yongji County, Jilin Province, is a worker. My mother, Gao Yaoguang, 1906, was born in a poor peasant family. My father is in the second grade of junior high school in Jilin City. Because of poverty, he dropped out of school to find another job. 1927, my father was admitted to Jilin post office as a letter picker, and later transferred to Harbin post office as a coach (train) escort; With the help of relatives and friends who worked in Sanchahe town primary school, my mother finished primary school and junior high school in the town, and then went to Jilin Women's Hospital to study obstetrics for five years. My parents 193 1 got married in Harbin and met the September 18th Incident. Shortly after the incident, my father participated in the collective strike of Harbin postal workers, and the postal service was paralyzed and deadlocked for decades. The postal service stopped and the Japanese people were very anxious. At that time, the Japanese still had scruples about Britain, and they made several representations with the postmaster Smith, an Englishman, to give the postal workers who didn't want to stay on the Northeast Road the tolls and the tolls were transferred from the post office to Shanhaiguan. In exchange for handing over the post office to Japan, the Japanese authorities had to let 3,000 postal workers from the three northeastern provinces who did not want to be conquered people collectively enter the customs (to participate in the Anti-Japanese War). My parents settled in Hangzhou, and my father worked as a conductor and sorter in Nanxingqiao Post Office.

With the change of the war situation, they refused to be the parents of the conquered people, and moved from Hangzhou to the front line of anti-Japanese postal service, while Jinhua, Jiangshan, Pucheng and yingtan later fled to Ganzhou, Jiangxi. The Japanese fought in Ganzhou and moved their home to Jingdezhen until 1945 when Japan surrendered.

During the most difficult years in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression from 1937 to 1940, my father took on the job of escorting postal vehicles (train first, car later) at the risk of Japanese plane bombing and machine gun shooting, and often traveled to and from the anti-Japanese front, running between Hangzhou, Jinhua, Jiangshan, Pucheng, Huzhen, Yiyang, yingtan, Nanchang and Zhuzhou. My father is a native of Northeast China. Because War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression was exiled to Shanhaiguan, he volunteered to undertake the task of escorting the front mail car. In order to maintain the smooth delivery of mail, I am not afraid of sacrifice. My mother moved frequently in the war-torn days (Jinhua, Zhejiang, Pucheng, Fujian, yingtan, Jiangxi), worrying about my father's safety all the time, protecting and taking care of my siblings and me.

1940 With the shift of the front, our parents took us from yingtan to Ganzhou, Jiangxi. My father worked in Ganzhou Post Office (later changed to Postal Savings and Remittance Bureau) and was promoted to second-class postal clerk (later served as exchange supervisor) after examination, and his life settled down. 1943, the Japanese attacked Ganzhou, but refused to be the father of the conquered and took us to settle in Jingdezhen. My father is the cashier leader in the office of Jingdezhen Postal Savings and Remittance Bureau. My second sister was born in Ganzhou, and my third, fourth and fifth brothers were born in Jingdezhen. 1945 parents were overjoyed when Japan surrendered. In order to make our brother and sister have better conditions for running a school, my father took the opportunity to transfer to Jiujiang Post Office at 1947 and worked until 1970 when he retired. In Jiujiang post office, my father worked as a registration team leader, district inspector, mail payment team leader, sorter, rural postal instructor, inspector, director of Shahe post office branch and rural postal instructor of Jiujiang post office.

Although my father has only two years of junior high school education, he has been diligent and studious. His handwriting is very good, but the handwriting of our college graduates is much worse. Father Jilin made up English as a sorter, attended a cram school to learn Russian when he was a parking attendant in Harbin, and often translated English and Russian mails for the post office. Later, he volunteered to teach Russian in Jiujiang.

My father is proficient in postal and remittance business, and his work has always been serious and responsible, and he has always been praised by his colleagues. My father also loves innovation and invention. I remember his ballpoint pen oil was very good.

My father was clean all his life. In the "Three Anti-five evils" movement, he was framed (a trifle), humiliated, mentally stimulated and almost suffered from mental neurosis. Later, it was found out that he had been wronged, and after clarifying the facts, he was arranged by the post office to rest in Nanchang Donghu Sanatorium for a period of time (as compensation) before his body recovered.

Father has the habit of keeping a diary. We know that he kept a diary all his life, but when sorting out his relics, only five diaries from 198 1 to 1990 were found. About the diary of the past, he has this record in his diary:

" 198 1.9.4"

Remember whatever you want. If you don't count by the day, you will still keep a diary for decades. Write a few more times, and the words will be miserable. If you don't start today, you will remember it for a while. It's not the legacy of claws, so you can remember it when you die. When you are born in the heyday, you must remember the peak of your life.

86/9/26

Politics: The diary was destroyed several times because of lies. (More than that) Now that he is 77 years old, politics has become enlightened, and it's okay to talk about politics. & amphellip& amphellip"

My father said that his only regret was the Anti-Japanese War 15, and he worked in the post office for 43 years. 1940, postal workers were admitted as postal clerks, and they have been working as clerks ever since (treated as old clerks, they have been confused since liberation, enjoying workers' wages, and most of the cadres' jobs were realized only after retirement, but they actually worked for 20 years instead of workers). 1970 was designated as a worker after retirement (supplementary certificate, sometimes a worker, sometimes an employee). When you retire, as a worker, I will give you 80% pension, and your father will not treat you as a cadre. (In the early 1980s, the government began to admit that those who participated in the Anti-Japanese War before liberation in 49 years, including Kuomintang personnel, were all 1 1,000% of the pension, but they were all cadres. Because my father is a worker, he can't enjoy this treatment, only 80%).

My mother was influenced by _ _ _ _ _ since she was a child. She is friendly to people and warm to her neighbors. After liberation, she served as a cadre of neighborhood committees. He was once rated as the second model worker in Jiujiang.

I have seven brothers and sisters. Thanks to our parents with culture, faith and medical knowledge, we can grow up healthily in a bad environment and receive a good education. The education and influence our parents have given us are various.

We have known since childhood that we should resist Japan, be patriotic, be diligent, be honest and trustworthy, and be kind. None of our brothers and sisters have any bad hobbies (no smoking, no drinking and no playing mahjong), but they can bear hardships and adapt to the environment; We are all people who love learning and creating. Now my youngest brother has retired for two years. We will continue to work hard in different fields to create the brilliant rest of our lives, and we will comfort our parents with our achievements.

Miss my parents.

My father and mother are from Jilin Province.

Father He Yushan, 19 10, from Yongji County, is a worker. Mother Gao Yaoguang 1906 was born in Sanchahe rural area, and was born in a poor peasant family. My father is in the second grade of junior high school in Jilin City. Because of poverty, he dropped out of school to find another job. 1927, my father was admitted to Jilin post office as a letter picker, and later transferred to Harbin post office as a coach (train) escort; With the help of relatives and friends who worked in Sanchahe town primary school, my mother finished primary school and junior high school in the town, and then went to Jilin Women's Hospital to study obstetrics for five years.

My parents 193 1 got married in Harbin and met the September 18th Incident. Shortly after the incident, my father participated in the collective strike of Harbin postal workers, and the postal service was paralyzed and deadlocked for decades. The postal service stopped and the Japanese people were very anxious. At that time, the Japanese still had scruples about Britain, and they made several representations with the postmaster Smith, an Englishman, to give the postal workers who didn't want to stay in the northeast road tolls and tolls, and transferred them from the post office to Shanhaiguan. In exchange for handing over the post office to Japan, the Japanese authorities had to let 3000 postal workers from the three northeastern provinces who didn't want to be conquered enter the customs collectively. My parents settled in Hangzhou, and my father worked as a conductor and sorter in Nanxingqiao Post Office.

With the change of the war situation, they refused to be the parents of the conquered people, and moved from Hangzhou to the front line of anti-Japanese postal service, while Jinhua, Jiangshan, Pucheng and yingtan later fled to Ganzhou, Jiangxi. The Japanese fought in Ganzhou and moved their home to Jingdezhen until 1945 when Japan surrendered.

During the most difficult years in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression from 1937 to 1940, my father took on the job of escorting postal vehicles (train first, car later) at the risk of Japanese plane bombing and machine gun shooting, and often traveled to and from the anti-Japanese front, running between Hangzhou, Jinhua, Jiangshan, Pucheng, Huzhen, Yiyang, yingtan, Nanchang and Zhuzhou. My father is a native of Northeast China. Because War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression was exiled to Shanhaiguan, he volunteered to undertake the task of escorting the front mail car. In order to maintain the smooth delivery of mail, I am not afraid of sacrifice. My mother moved frequently in the war-torn days (Jinhua, Zhejiang, Pucheng, Fujian, yingtan, Jiangxi), worrying about my father's safety all the time, protecting and taking care of my siblings and me.

1940 With the shift of the front, our parents took us from yingtan to Ganzhou, Jiangxi. My father settled in Ganzhou Post Office (later changed to Postal Savings and Remittance Bureau), and was promoted to second-class postal clerk (later served as exchange leader) after examination. 1943, the Japanese attacked Ganzhou, but refused to be the father of the conquered and took us to settle in Jingdezhen. My father is the cashier leader in the office of Jingdezhen Postal Savings and Remittance Bureau. In Ganzhou, my mother gave birth to my second sister and my third brother, fourth brother and fifth brother in Jingdezhen. 1945 parents were overjoyed when Japan surrendered. In order to make our brother and sister have better conditions for running a school, my father took the opportunity to transfer to Jiujiang Post Office at 1947 and worked until 1970 when he retired. In Jiujiang post office, my father worked as a registration team leader, district inspector, mail payment team leader, sorter, rural postal instructor, inspector, director of Shahe post office branch and rural postal instructor of Jiujiang post office.

Although my father has only two years of junior high school education, he has been diligent and studious. His handwriting is very good, but the handwriting of our college graduates is much worse. Father Jilin made up English as a sorter, attended a cram school to learn Russian when he was a parking attendant in Harbin, and often translated English and Russian mails for the post office. Later, he volunteered to teach Russian in Jiujiang.

My father is proficient in postal and remittance business, and his work has always been serious and responsible. He has been praised by his colleagues and valued by his leaders. My father also loves innovation and invention. I remember his ballpoint pen oil was very good.

My father was clean all his life. In the "three evils" movement, because of being framed, my personality was humiliated and my spirit was greatly stimulated, I almost got mental neurosis. Later, I clarified the facts and was arranged by the post office to rest in Nanchang Donghu sanatorium for a period of time before I recovered.

Father has the habit of keeping a diary. We know that he kept a diary all his life, but when sorting out his relics, only five diaries from 198 1 to 1990 were found. About the diary of the past, he has this record in his diary:

" 198 1.9.4"

Remember whatever you want. If you don't count by the day, you will still keep a diary for decades. Write a few more times, and the words will be miserable. If you don't start today, you will remember it for a while. It's not the legacy of claws, so you can remember it when you die. When you are born in the heyday, you must remember the peak of your life.

86/9/26

Politics: The diary was destroyed several times because of lies. (More than that) Now that he is 77 years old, politics has become enlightened, and it's okay to talk about politics. & amphellip& amphellip"

My father said that his only regret was the Anti-Japanese War 15, and he worked in the post office for 43 years. 1940, postal workers were admitted to the postal service, and have been working as clerks since then, enjoying the salary of cadres. 1970 was designated as a worker after retirement (supplementary certificate, sometimes a worker, sometimes an employee). When you retire, as a worker, you will be given 80% pension, and your father, as a cadre, will not be given retirement benefits.

My mother was influenced by _ _ _ _ _ since she was a child. She is friendly to people and warm to her neighbors. After liberation, she served as a cadre of neighborhood committees. He was once rated as the second model worker in Jiujiang.

I have seven brothers and sisters. Thanks to our parents with culture, faith and medical knowledge, we can grow up healthily in a bad environment and receive a good education. The education and influence our parents have given us are various.

We have known since childhood that we should resist Japan, be patriotic, be diligent, be honest and trustworthy, and be kind. None of our brothers and sisters have any bad hobbies (no smoking, no drinking and no playing mahjong), but they can bear hardships and adapt to the environment; We are all people who love learning and creating. Now my youngest brother has retired for two years. We will continue to work hard in different fields to create the brilliant rest of our lives, and we will comfort our parents with our achievements.