At 7 o'clock in the morning, more than 200 party member wore white shirts and took five buses to the Red Education Base.

The base is remote and the mountain road is quite difficult to walk. Many cars with sharp turns can't drive directly, so they have to back up for a while. We sat in the car, looking at the cliff with trepidation, expecting the driver to have excellent driving skills.

After three and a half hours, I finally reached my destination. When I got off the bus, my legs went soft, and I almost didn't fall down visually. I secretly scold myself for cowardice. I turned my head and looked at the others, but they were not much better than me. A considerable number of colleagues got carsick and went straight to the bathroom after getting off the bus.

The next step is to take photos and visit. After listening to the explanation, my heart still fluctuates. In such a remote place and such a high mountain, we came by modern means of transportation, and we were all very tired. In those years of war, the soldiers with backward equipment fought fiercely with the Japanese army and finally won. This indomitable spirit is unimaginable.

Looking around, the smoke has already dispersed, and this place has become a good place for summer vacation. Everyone enjoys breathing negative oxygen ions and watching the scenery in small groups. Think of those soldiers who climbed steep mountains on foot and fought bloody battles with the enemy. Of the 500 fighters, 477 were killed, and only 23 were severely disabled. I just feel that today's happy life is really hard-won.

Red base has the ability to stop complaining. Compared with those soldiers who shed their blood at a young age, what can we not overcome?

In the later life, less negative energy and more gratitude.