He Rongxin, from the Republic of China to the victory of New Democracy, to now, she stares under the blue sky of victory.
Every time when children pass by the Monument to the People's Heroes or a museum after school, they find there is always a kind grandmother sitting quietly under the tree, with tall ginkgo trees standing on both sides. Occasionally the wind blows, and the ginkgo leaves rustle in the sky, whispering of the past that cannot be repeated. He Rongxin stretched out her wrinkled hands and held a piece of orange that happened to be in her arms. She was stunned for a moment, then rolled her eyes and smiled. The cultural relics in the museum are so beautiful, the children should feel very proud... She remembered the years of the Republic of China again: she still remembered the scene when she set off from the Forbidden City Gate with the batch of cultural relics and followed Team Leader Yao southward; she still remembered the thrill of becoming a party member to perform tasks; she still remembered the joy of meeting a close friend or reuniting with old friends on the road...
"As long as there is wind, no matter how far away, my thoughts can arrive." The echo of time is gentle and cruel.
The old friends of the past are now the rivers and mountains. I hope I can be your eyes and see for you every unforgettable spring and autumn for the rest of your life.
The children's laughter gradually faded away, and she looked at it all with a smile. During countless war-torn nights, she had imagined such a scene.
Purpose: Each generation has its own story. We hope to cherish life, cherish history and protect culture.