Goodbye, Loved Ones The little practice pen in the booklet What will Xiao Jinhua say when parting

Uncle Wishing Army, goodbye! It makes me feel so sad to see you on the train back.

Mom is gone, I'm sad, I'm angry. I held back my tears to keep myself from crying. I want to cry when I see you crying, but I can't cry, everyone is already very sad, I can't make everyone sadder!

I hate, hate the Americans' tyranny, hate the hatefulness of the American invaders! I feel pain, my mother was killed by the enemy, my mother gave her life to die with the Americans! I love, love the uncle of the volunteer army from China, love the Korean people and all Chinese!

I am moved, moved by the bloody struggle against the enemy by the uncle of the volunteer army in order to help us, and moved by the contribution of the Chinese people to us!

On that occasion, my mother took me and said that she wanted to rescue a Chinese scout and sacrifice her life to save him. I know that maybe this is a parting of life and death, and maybe my mother and I will have to make a bloody sacrifice and make our contribution to the revolutionary cause! I won't be afraid.

I nodded firmly, took my mother's hand, and walked to the room where the investigator was being held. When I was about to start acting, my mother kissed me deeply and said to me with tears in her eyes: "Hua'er, you, you must live well in the future, endure humiliation, and serve the motherland!"

I already knew the result, and I couldn't help but cry. When my mother saw it, she said to me, "Hua'er, you have to be strong, be a strong child!"

I wiped away my tears, nodded, and hid in the grass, waiting for the time to come. Mom lured away the gatekeepers, and succeeded in attracting the Americans, and I took the opportunity to run in and rescue the scout uncle.

The next day, as I expected, my mother pulled a grenade and the enemy perished. Although I already knew the result, my nose was sore, and tears were rolling in my eyes. I suddenly remembered my mother's words:

Be a strong child, be a strong child! "That's right! I want to be a strong boy and I can't trouble my volunteer uncle anymore!

Uncles of the Volunteer Army, your contribution to us is really great! Many uncles of the volunteer army sacrificed their young and precious lives to help us attack the enemy, what a selfless dedication!

Uncles of the Volunteer Army, although we are not relatives, isn't it touching that you have made so many contributions to us?

Although we are not relatives, we are better than relatives, aren't we?

Goodbye volunteer uncles, our hearts will always be with you.

We always have too many partings. We always think that time will wait for us, allowing us to start all over again and make up for our shortcomings. But disaster always strikes when we are caught off guard, and you have no way to avoid it.

Before fate, we are so cowardly and heartbroken, and we are powerless to parry. The only thing we can do is to take care of the baby in our hands while we still have time, and don't relax for a moment.

Thinking of this, I am reminded of my grandfather, who was an octogenarian. That night, it was raining lightly, and I was packing my things to go out, and my grandfather saw me in a hurry and asked worriedly"When it's raining, don't go out.

I didn't have him, I just packed my things, and my grandfather saw that I was helping the bicycle, and handed over the raincoat with concern, and said:"In the rain, be careful on the bike, eat? "I whispered to him and rushed away, who knows, this is the last time I and my grandfather will meet.

When I came back, my grandfather was in the hospital with a cerebral hemorrhage.

We always have too many partings, and we always think that time will wait for us, allowing us to start all over again and make up for the shortcomings. However, disasters always come when we are caught off guard, and we have no way to avoid them, we cannot be afraid, we are heartbroken, and we are powerless to parry.

The only thing we can do is to take care of the treasures in our hands while we still have time, and not relax for a moment.

Uncle, thank you for your care and help over the years. We will all always remember the care and help of our uncles. Thank you!

Your mom will be there for you all the time! You have to be strong! Don't shed tears, or we'll be sad too!

1.Uncle Volunteers, please get on the train quickly! You haven't been home in eight years, and how you look forward to coming home!

Get on the train! Why do you shake your head? Are you worried that I will forget you, the uncle of the Chinese volunteers?

No, not in a lifetime. Over the past eight years, you have sacrificed so much for us that we can finally live a peaceful and comfortable life. I remember that time, you were telling me the story of your childhood life in the tent, you told me so devotedly, I listened so energetically, the intelligence officer quickly ran in and shouted:

Evacuate! Enemy planes are coming! Quick, fast forward to the bomb shelter!

You picked up your grandmother, hugged me, and led everyone into the bomb shelter, and then you said to me, "Little Jinhua, you must take care of yourself, your grandmother, and everyone." You wait here for your uncle, who will be back in a moment.

I waited anxiously for you, and after a few hours, several other uncles helped you in, and I saw that your face was sallow and sallow, and your left leg was bleeding, and I immediately cried out with a "wow", but you said casually: "Little Jinhua, don't cry, uncle is fine." "Think that a few hours ago, you were handsome and mighty, and you had just helped your grandmother pick up a few buckets of water, but now, you can only lie quietly in the hospital room, and you can no longer be as lively as before.

How could I not cry? It was you, for the sake of our peace, who lost your legs and paid such a high price, you say, this friendship that is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, how can we forget?

2.Dear Uncle Volunteers, will you still come to our North Korea? How reluctant I am for you to go!

Remember? I'm the little golden flower who once sang "The Ballad of Pounding Rice" to you. When the American devils crossed the "38" parallel and invaded our DPRK and killed the ordinary people of the DPRK, it was you who bravely crossed the Yalu River and came to the DPRK to fight side by side with us, regardless of your own lives and safety, and repelled the devils' attacks again and again, saved the lives of our entire village, and defended our Korean country.

In the past eight years, you were the first to help us in the war of resistance and the last to leave the heroic army, and you have really done so much for our Korean people. I remember that during the Battle of Shangganling, there was a volunteer soldier named Huang Jiguang, in order to take a commanding height that could not be attacked for a long time, he used his body to block the enemy's machine gun that was spitting tongues of fire, and sacrificed his precious life at the age of 23. I still remember that there was a soldier named Qiu Shaoyun, who was burned alive under the incendiary bombs thrown by the enemy in order to prevent the enemy from discovering the target of our army.

All these have been passed down as good stories among the Korean people and have become eternal heroes in our hearts.

When the war ended, you rebuilt our homes, planted crops, and delivered food and clothing. You have fought bloodily, shed blood and sacrificed, endured hunger, and selflessly contributed for us, allowing us to overcome one difficulty after another. This friendship is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, how can we forget?

Although we are not relatives, we are better than relatives. How can we forget this great friendship cemented with blood and life?