In the 1 canyon, there is a low (simple, simple and humble) hut. The door is engraved with faint handwriting: "Zhao Yiman captured address" and "Anti-Japanese national hero Zhao Yiman is immortal!" It's only late autumn, but it's snowing heavily. Shan Ye is white. What a silver world. There are no towering Zhao Yiman Monuments, no flowers and no graves. She sleeps with Baishan Blackwater, and she lives forever with the blue sky and fertile fields. The north wind roared in the canyon, the snow fluttered in the sky, and the fields were silent. The mountain, the water, the wind and the snow all seem to be mourning the martyrs. A clump of oak trees in front of the hut is covered with thick snow, like a pear flower in full bloom. Its leaves are not withered, red, like burning flames, dazzling.

A writer who is writing a biography of Zhao Yiman casually picked a bright red oak leaf and told a story with a heavy heart (sadness, sadness and tragic):

Comrade Zhao Yiman broke his left leg in the battle, fell to the ground and was unfortunately captured. In Harbin, she was tortured in every way, but she remained firm and indomitable. Finally, the enemy escorted her to the Liangzhu River and killed her. On the way to the execution ground, Zhao Yiman held his head high and sang a farewell song to the people: "The people's flag, the red flag, received the soldier's body. The body is not stiff yet, and the blood has been dyed? " She shouted, "Down with Japanese imperialism! Long live the China * * * Production Party? " In the slogan, she fell in a pool of blood. She's only 3 1 year old?

We were all silent, no one spoke, listening to the writer's story. I feel like Zhao Yiman is standing in front of us. She is full of energy and bright eyes, wearing a coat, a belt around her waist and a magazine gun in her hand. She's as majestic as iron? She didn't die, didn't go, she stood on the top of this high cliff, like an immortal statue.

Every one of us is in awe. I was so angry with the Japanese invaders that I couldn't help but want to pick up something from the place where Zhao Yiman spilled blood, thus taking away my thoughts of the hero. I picked an oak leaf and put it in my notebook?

Isn't this red leaf my most precious bookmark? The bookmark is stained with the blood of Zhao Yiman martyr. I take them with me?