"A jade mouth, a tile top to marry, said the country is very big, in fact, a home ..."
Familiar melody rings in my ears, songs fly out of my mouth, and the feeling of home and country seems not far away from me.
Maybe it's because I was born in a military family. I have special feelings for Tiananmen Square since I was a child. The five-star red flag flies high and the lion stands proudly in the East. The fetters engraved in my blood will always pull my heart wherever I go.
"Covered in the country, single-handedly supporting the family, the family is the smallest country, and the country is tens of millions ..."
In my memory, my grandfather taught me the definition of a country at home. When I was a child, my parents went out to work and left me to my grandparents to take care of me.
Grandpa likes to lead me to lie on the rocking chair in the yard in the sunny afternoon, set the coffee table, pour a cup of good tea, lean against the tree and tell me the story of the Red Army's Long March in a leisurely tone. Now that I think about it, maybe at that time, the deep affection for the country has been planted in my heart.
Grandma worked as a literary soldier in the army in her early years. Until now, her literary style still exists. However, it is said that she is a literary youth, but strictly speaking, she does not lose her grandfather at all. Whenever I make a mistake, my grandmother's bamboo weaving will come at me with her East River lion roar, and my grandfather will persuade her. My grandmother's stubborn temper naturally won't listen to him.
Grandpa is scratching his head and trying to get whipped for me. At night, he would sneak into my room behind my grandmother's back, help me to take medicine and put me to sleep. Unfortunately, I will never see such a scene again.
"The country of the world, the home of heaven and earth, has a strong country to have a rich family."
I remember that during the Ya 'an earthquake, countless charities donated money and materials to Ya 'an. I naively asked my grandfather why he gave his hard-earned money to others. Grandpa touched my head without saying a word. I didn't understand his pains until I grew up.
"The country's family lives in the bottom of my heart. Where does the country stand? The country is the perseverance of honor, and the home is full of happiness. Every inch of land of the country, every miracle of the home, the country and the home are connected together, creating a miracle of the earth ... "