This Is Called Poor Students Class? This Is The Whole Class!

A man doesn't flick his tears easily, but he doesn't reach the sad point.

In the Martyrs Memorial Hall, Du Yan stood quietly in front of the wall of the deeds of the three martyrs, looked at the resolute face in the middle, and wept silently.

No crying, no sobbing.

Only tears ran across his equally resolute but slightly immature face.

That year, he was only 9 years old.

That year, he was only in the third grade of elementary school.

That afternoon, when he saw his mother limp on the ground with a pale complexion and crying loudly, he didn't know what happened that afternoon.

When more and more relatives and friends, unknown Uncle Aunt, and soldiers in military uniforms came to his home.

Only then did Du Yan know.

It turned out that he lost his father forever on that day.

"I don't have a father anymore!"

His childish cry broke the hearts of many adults present.

When Du Yan was a child, he actually didn't like his father.

Because they always gather less and leave more.

He watched his mother work hard every day, and always wondered why his father didn't come back to help his mother.

Mom never said anything bad about Dad in front of him.

She always told Du Yan that her father was a glorious people's soldier, and he guarded thousands of children like Du Yan where people couldn't see him.

In Du Yan's impression, his father is not like other children's fathers, who will buy him such and such toys.

When he was young, he didn't understand very much.

For this reason, he even developed a playful and rebellious psychology.

But as his father left, as he slowly understood his father's past, Du Yan gradually began to understand his father.

And finally, the idea of ​​inheriting his father's behest and enlisting in the army came into being.

He wants to be like his father, guarding his mother, guarding this land, and guarding the people worthy of protection in this land.

Xu Jie never looked away from Du Yan.

When he saw Du Yan standing there in tears, Xu Jie finally understood why Du Yan was so different today.

He glanced at the story introduction on the wall.

Du Shouhua (1980-2014), male, from Zhongnan City, Hua Province, with the rank of captain, former deputy battalion of a brigade in the Central Theater.

In the "720 catastrophic flood" rescue and rescue work, after receiving the order from his superiors, Du Shouhua took the lead and rescued 24 trapped people from the monstrous flood.

While trying to save two people who were trapped on top of a building, raging floodwaters knocked out the house.

Du Shouhua used all his strength to push the two people onto the lifeboat.

But he himself was swept away by the flood and sacrificed heroically...

Xu Jie was silent.

From his name and age, he could easily infer that Du Shouhua, the martyr who died heroically to save the people from the torrential flood, should be Du Yan's father.

He never expected that his student Du Yan would be the Empress of the Martyrs!

Du Shouhua was only 34 years old when he died.

The rank of captain and deputy battalion position all show that he has a bright future.

But in the face of raging floods, as a soldier, as a soldier of the people, he did not back down.

Fighting to the last moment, until being swept away by the flood, a heroic sacrifice.

Du Yan was only 9 years old when he died.

A 9-year-old child lost his father.

Xu Jie couldn't imagine how much his young heart had been hit back then.

A 9-year-old child is no longer a babbling, toddler.

They have begun to gradually form their own ideas.

At such a critical moment, such a tragic thing happened.

Xu Jie only felt that it was not easy for his student Du Yan's temperament not to change drastically because of this.

What is even more commendable is that he actually had the idea of ​​following in his father's footsteps and wanted to join the army.

Not everyone in Du Yan's position would make the same choice as him.

There is no question about that.

It is human nature to be greedy for life and fear death.

But some people can hold their heads high and move forward in the face of death.

Xu Jie looked at the photos displayed in the Martyrs Memorial Hall.

Some are old and fuzzy, while others are still brand new.

The Chinese civilization has a long history and is endless. Isn't it because one after another ordinary and great people went on and on, that created this legend in the history of human civilization?

Xu Jie walked to Du Yan's side and comforted him softly.

"He is like a lighthouse, illuminating the way forward for you."

"I'm sure he'll be proud of you."

The movement here attracted the attention of other students in Class 9.

There are many smart children in the class. They looked at Du Yan, Teacher Xu, and the story introduction on the wall, and quickly deduced the truth of the matter.

As long as one person deduces it, the students will know it in a soft voice.

It turns out that Du Yan, a man who has always been tall and straight, walks like a soldier, and folds a quilt in the dormitory like tofu, has such a moving story behind him.

It turned out that his father was such a brave and great soldier of the people.

There are a few sensual girls who couldn't help crying after knowing the truth.

Lu Jun, who is usually close to Du Yan, Zhang Yang, his roommate in the 403 dormitory, and other classmates surrounded Du Yan one by one, giving him silent comfort.

Many students know that Du Yan has always wanted to be a soldier.

But until today, they didn't know why Du Yan wanted to be a soldier.

Du Yan's father is a real hero.

He also wants to be like his father, to be a hero who protects the great rivers and mountains under his feet.

Such lofty aspirations made the students admire.

Du Yan always wanted to hold back his tears, but he was as strong as him. When he saw this wall of deeds again, his psychological defense collapsed all of a sudden.

Everyone present didn't know that when this story wall was created, he was only 11 years old.

That was the first time he saw this white wall with his father's photos and his father's deeds recorded.

Today, after 6 years, it is the second time.

Yes, in 6 years, Du Yan has never entered this Martyrs Memorial Hall again!

Every year during the tomb-sweeping festival, he would go to his father's tombstone with his mother.

But he never came to the wall of the Martyrs Memorial Hall.

In primary school, junior high school, and freshman year of high school, whenever the school organizes students to come to the martyrs' cemetery to pay homage to the cemetery, Du Yan will not participate in the school's tomb-sweeping activities on the grounds that he is not feeling well.

Until today.

Here, Du Yan has always been a hurdle that he is unwilling to cross.

In the past, although he appeared to be strong and courageous, he never really mustered up the courage to break through this barrier.

Until today.

Under the comfort of Teacher Xu, under the comfort of the classmates, in front of the wall of father's deeds.

Du Yan, step over.