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I love red azaleas

It has been more than two years since I left Huanglonggou, but I often think of the azaleas in the green bushes.

At that time, I would go up the mountain to pick azaleas every time they bloomed. Once, I saw an old man placing a bouquet of azaleas in front of a tomb with the words "Tomb of the Revolutionary Martyrs" on the tombstone. I asked the old man: "Why is there a martyr's tomb here?" He looked at me. At a glance, he told such a story:

During the Anti-Japanese War, three Eighth Route Army sick and wounded patients lived in this village to recuperate. While helping the villagers work, they also publicized revolutionary principles to the villagers. They treat them as their own relatives and take good care of them.

They like azalea very much and say she is a symbol of the victory of the Chinese revolution. Later, the Japanese invading army entered the village for a sweep. In order to protect the safe transfer of the villagers, they dragged their injured bodies through the azalea bushes and led the enemy to the hillside. After firing all their bullets, they fired grenades and rushed into the village. , died together with the enemy.

Looking at the azaleas that my grandfather placed in front of his tomb, I seemed to see the touching scenes of the deep friendship between soldiers and civilians, the voices and smiles of the martyrs when they preached the principles of revolution, and the tragic scenes of bravely resisting the enemy and dying generously. . It is them, and countless people like them, who have exchanged their blood and lives for the happy life we ​​have today.

Looking at the rhododendrons all over the mountains and plains, clusters in clusters, I think of patches of red clouds scattered on the hillside; like balls of flames, reflecting the quiet mountains and fields red. She silently embellishes nature and exudes bursts of fragrance. She is so beautiful, so lovely, and her exuberance, isn't it a symbol of the Chinese revolution moving from victory to victory?

The red azalea is made of the blood of the martyrs. It is rooted in the land of the motherland and will never wither. It will always bloom in the hearts of our descendants.