Supporters of the Factory That Were Relocated in the 1960S

"My whole life has been connected with this factory!" A woman looked forward with a sad face. She was wearing a black floral skirt and carrying a bag in one hand. She was an elegant middle-aged woman, but the hand she was stroking a tree on the wall showed her age. She is so thin and yellow that the veins are visible, and her palms are so rough that her lines are clear. She is already half a hundred years old. This tree has already climbed up the wall. The tree whose roots were dug out suddenly sprouted new saplings, and now its branches are all over the wall. The trees are growing tenaciously, but this factory is about to collapse. "This factory is my life!" She gently stroked the branches again and murmured. Why did she come here? Because of this factory! She has worked here for twenty years, got married here, and moved out here... No! We must not let the factory collapse like this, it will be endless fun to fight against the sky! Just like when she boarded the train heading south, she has once again regained her fighting spirit as she nears retirement. This is the story of a group of young people. They are "support youth" and not "educated youth". They are educated young people supporting border areas, a group of people who lack attention but are full of stories. Welcome everyone to comment. If you like it, you can click to collect it~ Welcome to my serialized article: "After Being Sacrificed as a Boy", the text is as follows: "Hoo-hey-, hoo-hey--" Loud voices came from all directions, and everyone shouted in unison with excitement and hope on their faces. In front of them was a high platform with eight bronze drums placed closely on the left and right sides. The airtight arrangement gave people a strong sense of restraint, silently telling him, "There is no way to escape!" "Escape?" Such a word flashed through his mind. Tong Xinlingtai was so shocked that he struggled subconsciously and found that he had no strength at all. Suddenly, the surroundings were so quiet that there was no sound of wind. I saw that the strange man on the high platform had crossed his hands on his chest and muttered something. "They're going to burn themselves to death!" "This is... This is... The scene in grandpa's notebook!" This is a sacrifice, he is the boy! . Purpose: Pay tribute to those who support the border