"Old X, happy new year! I came early in the morning, firstly to wish you a new year, and secondly, to thank you for the "Tiananmen Poems" that you made for me. This "Poems" is too difficult to buy. You really helped Do me a favor! "You're right, as long as it comes from the bottom of your heart, whether it's love or hate, it can move people. Look at these 'poets', one is not for the manuscript fee, the other is not for fame, and they never thought of becoming poets. What they have in their hearts is their incomparable love for Premier Zhou and their gnashing hatred for the "Gang of Four". Seeing that the path of the Four Modernizations was covered by the poisonous mist and demon clouds, their grief and indignation merged into a burst of thunder, blasting out a brand new world!

"Old X, in fact, apart from the poems posted on Tiananmen Square, there are also many small articles that have not been posted, such as those written by children, and they are not even for people to read. A little thought on Tiananmen Square. But this small flash of thought is also a small part of the wishes and determination of hundreds of millions of people. Premier Zhou, the embodiment of the people's wishes, demands, will and good character , How does it lead and inspire us to advance towards the bright and broad road of socialism and communism! "Last night, a student in the first grade of junior middle school came to see me. In 1976, when he was in the fourth grade of elementary school, I was their Chinese teacher. At that time, I asked them to hand in a song every day, "Fighting the Right Deviation and Overturning the Case". ', of course I know that it is difficult to do, but what can I do? 'Above' is such an order! But the children are also very smart, they know that I am dealing with it, so they also They can handle it. They copy from newspapers, or copy from each other, and hand in the papers every day, we smile at each other knowingly, and the task of the day is considered complete. Last night, he brought me a piece of paper, smiling Said: Teacher, when I was clearing out the waste paper today, I found that I wrote down a night in mid-January 1976, following the My mother’s thoughts on going to Tiananmen Square. You see, this is a piece of truth that I wrote down after a whole book of lies and lies, and I will leave it here for you.

"This little article reads: I had managed to inherit his old bike from my dad and his new car was stolen and it was still locked outside the office building!He took the car he gave me and asked for it back! Our dormitory is on the fourth floor, and my mother moved her car to the aisle on the fourth floor every day after get off work.I want to move Dad's old car upstairs, and Dad said dejectedly: "Forget it, who wants that broken car?"But the bell of the broken car that was locked downstairs was stolen!What a world!I don't trust the people around me anymore!I just doubt everything and knock everything down!

In the past two days, my mother has to go to Tiananmen Square every day after work. I always ask to go with her. Today, she promised me.I pushed my father's broken car home after class, and my mother was already holding the handlebar of the bicycle, waiting for me downstairs in the dormitory. When she saw me, she stepped into the car and said angrily, "Why did you come back so late?"I also stepped into the car and held back my breath and said: I am still writing that annoying wall paper in school!Mom probably didn't hear what I said, she just rode to the front quickly. I hurriedly followed closely, the cold north wind was blowing from behind, cutting my neck like a sharp knife!I pulled up the hat on the cotton monkey, and by then I had arrived at Tiananmen Square.There are too many wreaths and people to see the sides, and the neatly arranged bicycles on the side of the road are also invisible.Mom hurriedly put the bicycle on top of the queue of cars, and hurried forward.I hurried to catch up and shouted: "Mom, wait a minute, our car hasn't been locked yet?"Mom didn't turn her head, and just said: People who come to mourn the Prime Minister will not steal cars!

I had no choice but to run up, tightly pulling the belt on her padded coat, and squeeze into the crowd.I felt much warmer among the crowds, but my mind was always on the two unlocked cars.I looked up at my mother's face full of confidence, and looking around us, there were also faces full of confidence.How good they are to their mother, like sisters and old friends.When my mother finished copying her poems, a hand passed a few sheets of paper from behind. My mother just thanked her and didn't turn her head to look at her.It was getting darker, and an old woman was still flashing a flashlight on her mother's paper.An uncle of the People's Liberation Army read aloud the small characters on the poems hanging on the railing for his mother!Really, in the mood of mourning Premier Zhou, everyone's hearts are tightly connected, they love and help each other, how could they steal the car?They are all good people, how beautiful our world is!

When we came back, we found our own car in the neat row of bicycles, and a big stone in my heart fell to the ground.Mom is not in such a hurry now, and just pedals slowly and thoughtfully.Under the moonlight, the oncoming north wind blew more sharply, but my face and heart were hot!I followed my mother closely, walking confidently on the bright and broad road of socialism and communism that Premier Zhou guided and encouraged us to walk! "Old X, if you like this little article, please stay and read it carefully. Another guest is here, so I should go. Let me say happy new year again, thank you, and goodbye!" January 3, 1979