One night

Chairman Mao sat on the bedside and stayed up all night. He casually picked up the telegram manuscript on the desk, his eyes filled with tears. That look clearly said: Son, I know you will come back! We, father and son, will definitely meet each other... Thinking of this, the chairman couldn't help but shed tears. He fiddled with the telegram manuscript vigorously and murmured: "Anying! Anying! Come back quickly." The food was still placed in its original place. How could the chairman be in the mood to eat at this moment? He gritted his teeth and thought: Anying is my son and the son of the Korean people. Let Anying be buried in North Korea! The chairman took off his shoes, lay down on the bed, frowned, and closed his eyes, but what came to his mind was that Anying returned to him safely after graduating from a foreign university; Anying returned to him safely after exercising in the countryside. He returned to his side... Tears rolled down one after another in his tightly closed eyes, and the tears wet the pillow cover...

In the morning, the Chairman came to Before leaving, he signed the telegram and wrote Gong Zizhen's words: "Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, why return their bodies wrapped in horse leather." He put the telegram on the wet pillow towel.

Two

That night, the chairman could not sleep all night. On the desk next to the bed, there is the telegraph manuscript. Chairman Mao sat on the bedside, unwilling to turn his head to one side and see the telegram that made him heartbroken. He wanted to lie down, but he had no intention of sleeping, and he didn't feel sleepy at all. The chairman wrote his son's name over and over again with his fingers, murmuring: "Anying! Anying! Anying..." Pictures of living with his son and his son being forced to live on the streets came to mind. The picture made him sad and heart-wrenching. As a father, he failed to fulfill his father's responsibilities, which made him regretful and made him blame himself. "But, for the sake of China's development, I cannot exercise my privileges!" Chairman Mao thought again. "Son, I'm sorry for you that I couldn't fulfill my responsibilities as a father. But, how many parents are like me! At this moment, you will definitely understand me, right?" He gathered all his emotions here He added the sentence "Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, why return the corpse wrapped in horse leather", and he signed it with his hands that could not restrain his trembling. Before dawn, Chairman Mao came to the house where his son had lived, the office where he had worked, and the woods where he had walked with him. Unknowingly, the tears that the chairman had suppressed for a long time burst into his eyes again. The next morning, the chairman cheered up again and devoted himself to his new work.

Three

Chairman Mao in bed

It is late at night, the sky has been shrouded in dark clouds, and the moon has disappeared. Chairman Mao was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He furrowed his brows and stared blankly at the ceiling. His face was pale and his eyes were shining with tears.

On the night when he lost his son, Chairman Mao's heart was filled with sadness. As the president of a country, he had experienced many heartbreaking separations of life and death, but he survived them all. But this time he was deeply hit, and he shouted loudly in his heart: "Kishin Ying, Kishin Ying!" Yes, as a father, how can you not feel sad when your own flesh and blood died in the war?

With a "creep", the door was pushed open, and the secretary walked in. He walked gently to the bed, comforted Chairman Mao and said: "Chairman, if you miss your eldest son so much, then Just transport his body back to the country!" After hearing this, the chairman shook his head with difficulty and was immersed in his own grief. When the secretary saw it, he didn't know what to say, so he had to walk away, not forgetting to tell him: "Chairman, please go to bed early and don't hurt your body."

After hearing this, Chairman Mao tried his best to restrain himself. With the grief in his heart, he comforted himself: "In war, there will definitely be casualties. As long as my son can make contributions in the war and win glory for the motherland, then his son's death is also meaningful." The harder he tried to comfort himself, The more sad I feel.

He couldn't help but think of every little moment between himself and his son: the first time his son called him daddy, and how he hugged him tightly every time he came back safely from a trip... He couldn't help but think of the scene when his son was about to leave, My son had promised that he would definitely come back, but this time he never came back!

Chairman Mao finally couldn't bear it anymore. She cried loudly, and the tears fell like raindrops, quickly wetting the pillow towel. The chairman cried so sadly that the grief of losing his son burst out in his crying. After a long time, the chairman finally stopped crying. He picked up the pen, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in his hand. The chairman gritted his teeth and wrote this sentence on the paper: Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, so there is no need to wrap their bodies in horse leather. It took more than an hour to write these words, but they were firm and powerful, but there were a few tear marks on the paper.

The chairman raised his head and looked out the window. The sky was already white. This painful, long night was finally over. That night, the chairman stayed up all night. He staggered out of the room. There were still wet pillow towels and tear-stained telegrams in the room.