Tingtou Tao Tao | Three old photos

Author:Southern theater Time:2022.06.19

Author | Lu Weik

The audience and friends are good at night. Welcome to listen to the southern theater "Tide Listening to Tao Tao". Hard, resolute, and bad words are the image of most fathers. They are the pillars of the family and the superhero of the child ... What is the father in your heart? Today is Father's Day. Let's find answers from the past marks with Lu Weik. Please listen to "Three Old Photos".

Go home from the army on vacation, and accidentally discover the dusty family albums on the bookcase. The mottled images record the shameing years and open a page of albums. The three familiar old photos come into my eyes. My thoughts also follow Pull back to the time in the photo.

Original intention

Twenty years ago, when I was dying, every time I was asked by my teacher and classmates, I always answered proudly: "My father is the PLA!" A smile on his face was filled with a sunny smile. In the memories of their childhood, the impression of the soldiers is the neat pace of the honor guards of the three armed forces, showing the image of the great power; the duties of the soldiers are to protect the five -star red flag on the wind on every inch of the motherland; Responsible ... Father in military uniforms is the hero in my mind, making me proud. Especially every time my father came to pick me up from school, the green in the crowd was particularly bright. My father Kong Wu had a powerful hands on his shoulders, as if he became the focus of the child's attention. On the way home, my father pulled my hand and asked, "My son, what do you want to do when you grow up?" I leaned my head and told my father without thinking: "When I grow up, I will also become a PLA like my father! "Okay, then we say it." My father touched my head. When I got home, my father put me on his training cap and took the photo downstairs in the family courtyard. In the photo, the shadow of the setting sun is colorful and unique. I wore a military cap, and worshiped the uncle in the courtyard the uncle in the courtyard. Since then, the seeds of the military dream have quietly planted the field, waiting for breaking out.

Toughness

The soldiers in the photo were dark and full of mud, and they had fought several days and nights on the embankment. They carried the sandbags and rotated towards the decision. The rescue was urgent. In 1998, his father, as a propaganda officer, and the troops fighting at the forefront of flood resistance and rescue. It was a witness to this battle and participants. Since then, every time I saw this photo in the album, my father would tell me about those people behind the people and nature. In 2012, I was admitted to the Armed Police Police College and became a soldier. During the new training, the students who used to be gentle and jade could not bear the quenching in the barracks for a while. In the face of high -intensity training, "hanging color" in training has become a commonplace, and the soaked in the water in his hands is ground into a cocoon in the years, and his heart gradually raised his retreat. In the talk of the same family, I wanted to talk a few times, and then I swallowed it. My father read my mind and told me that I couldn't pass the bitterness, so I couldn't pass the time. My father told me about the experience of 98 floods. At this time, the hero group of heroes that fight against Hong Mo with flesh and blood appeared in my mind. I also believed that the long -cold night will usher in the dawn of the sun.

inherited

His father was dedicated to the news he loved for half his life. In the thickness of the ink side and the obscurity of the light and shadow narrative, he didn't know how much effort and sweat he had poured. On the garden of news writing and photography, he always does not let go of any opportunity to learn. As long as there is a large -scale event, he carries a camera bag and holds the camera in his hand to record the best in life in life. Precious moment. For more than 20 years of work, his father's footprint spans the north and south of the river. He described a lively character image after another with a camera and a pen tip, but there are only a handful of photos left to him. What he liked most was the photo of the Borders of the 163rd in the China -Mongolia border: the father in the camera held the steel gun, beside him with a solemn and sacred boundary monument, and his back was the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland. My father said, "It is my dream to take a photo of the same world monument. I love the troops to propagate the work, but I love my motherland more." My father's words and deeds deeply affected me. A generation has the responsibility and ambition of a generation. People have the mission and responsibility of a generation. Today, I have grown from the head of the head to the grass -roots squadron instructor. In the face of the severe and complex epidemic situation and the real environment of the long -term training of the troops, how to master the "living" ideas of officers and soldiers, creatively carry out ideological and political education and publicity and cultural work. This generation of young officers and soldiers rushed to the exam. Although the historical background and the social environment are changing, the consistent love is still the love of the troops and the immortal belief in the hearts of the two generations. Father, I will take over the relay stick in your hand. I wrote because of "clear love, only for China", and spoke for the "Story of the strong army, protecting the country and defending the country", telling the story of the new era of military brigades.

This issue of anchor: Fang Zhaoli