Chapter 166 every festive season

Tang poet Wang Wei's poem "Recalling Brothers in Shandong on September 9th" has been popular for more than a thousand years. During the festive season, wanderers in foreign lands, who does not recite in their hearts: Knowing that there is only one person who planted dogwoods all over the place where the brothers ascended, in fact, in the crisp autumn scenery, on the hilltops full of yellow flowers and red leaves, the brothers who drink chrysanthemum wine and plant dogwoods will also remember "alone in a foreign land as a stranger" Wang Wei, they stood side by side on the mountain and looked at the horizon, and they would also miss the wanderer in a foreign land, wishing that he would be there at this time, and spend this happy time with everyone.

I know this emotion deeply, because every National Day, I think of our relatives overseas very deeply.Under the fresh autumn wind and the warm morning sun, I climbed onto the viewing platform in front of Tiananmen Square, and saw a long line of military bands, bright white uniforms and golden musical instruments, shining in the morning sun, and The grass is green and white, and the neat ranks of various armies are cut out by knives. Behind them is a line of young people and children who are like a large flower bed. It is too far to hear. Their laughter, but judging from the crowds of thousands of people, you can tell that they are talking non-stop... All this, from the two hours after the salute was fired, to our great Chairman Mao, state leaders and distinguished guests, Until the time when we waved our hats and waved to us from east to west from the Tiananmen Tower, my heart has been thinking about the faces of many men, women and children who are now abroad. I recall their sincere eyes staring at your face, Their expressions of listening to your conversation, their warm hands stretching in from the car window, their high-pitched singing of "Singing the Motherland" outside our car... I think, at this time, in the whole world , I don’t know that there are tens of millions of hearts, turning towards Tiananmen Square like a sunflower, and on Tiananmen Square, and around Tiananmen Square—this surrounding area extends to the border of the motherland—I don’t even know that there are hundreds of millions of hearts. I am also missing my relatives abroad!

A mighty sea of ​​colorful flags surged in front of the viewing stand, and the sound of cheers rose and fell like majestic waves. My thoughts drifted to Mumbai, India with the sound of the waves. I saw an old man with a clear and wrinkled smiling face. The years of going abroad are almost as long as the age of my birth!He followed us so affectionately and tremblingly, he kept asking questions, joy, and surprise, two lines of excited tears flowed along the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and flowed down his cheeks... My thoughts drifted to England. Liverpool, in a restaurant with Chinese landscape paintings on the walls and Chinese palace lanterns hanging on the roof, the enthusiastic owner couple poured glasses of rich wine, wishing the motherland and the people of the motherland long live, and forced us to have a drink Drink it dry by the glass.The heroic people stood up, which made their life of living in a foreign land for more than 30 years suddenly brighten. Seeing the visiting relatives made them even more excited. The deep affection of the sea... Who said "West out of Yangguan has no old friend"?Although we are people who don’t know how to drink, we drank it “with ten cups without getting drunk”... My thoughts drifted to Yangon, Myanmar, where a long row of flower-presenting children on the pier rushed towards us Come.This group of overseas Chinese children are dressed as bright and beautiful as water lotus, with short shorts and short skirts, showing fat calves, and joyful eyes shining under the black hair covering their foreheads.After they presented flowers, they hung on our arms and followed us closely. I asked them with a smile, "Do you recognize us? Why are you so intimate with us?" They smiled innocently and looked up and said, "Why? You are our relatives!" The mandarin they spoke was so crisp and correct, the word "relatives" reached our ears and melted our hearts... My thoughts , Floating to Kamakura, Japan, this garden, after a spring rain, the grass is as green as a blanket, and a few unknown thick red flowers are blooming beside the pavilion far away.The "tea room" I live in has large glass windows on both sides, as bright as a goldfish bowl. In the room, there is a square low table and a big brazier. Around the brazier sit several overseas Chinese youths hugging their knees.These young people have been with us since our visit to Japan, but we are busy with the visit, and they are busy with work, so we have never talked freely. Now that we have come to Kamakura to rest, they will never let go of this opportunity , but they were afraid that we would be tired, so they pushed each other outside the paper door, and finally knocked on the door and came in... We gathered around the brazier, talking about the construction of the motherland, talking about world peace, talking about Sino-Japanese friendship, and talking about each of them. Their life, their volunteers... they talked so enthusiastically and sincerely, until the lamp was turned on at night, the fire was turned on and off, and it was added and added. If someone came to remind them, they still refused to leave....

My thoughts drifted across many ports in foreign countries, pressing on relatives who were guests in foreign lands everywhere.They and their ancestors are industrious and brave working people, oppressed by the dark politics of the past, gritted their teeth and crossed the sea, to places far away from the motherland, relying on their own strong hands, through untold hardships, established a career .In the tragic and dark years of the motherland, they were unable to escape from their homes, and it was difficult to return to their country. They celebrated the festivals and yearned for their hometown, but they could only be ecstatic. However, they were not discouraged, and they tried their best to assist the cause of freedom and independence of the motherland from all aspects. , while cooperating and being friendly with the local people, courageously live on.The heroic Chinese people have stood up. In the past twelve years, they have not only stood firm, but also stood high. They have become a bright red banner to defend world peace. Now, our relatives overseas, every festive season, do not hang around in low spirits. Homesickness, but jubilant suspense about the glorious Tiananmen Square.

However, they should be aware that on and around Tiananmen Square, there are also countless fiery hearts thinking about them, the intersecting hearts of hundreds of millions, beating violently in the same rhythm, this music, and our socialism Like our motherland, it is brand new. It inspires us, under the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind, across the ocean, to do our best for the construction of the motherland and world peace together! great". )