Ma Dongyang: pay tribute to the colorful life

Chengdu Xichuan Middle School on the third day of the third class of Ma Dongyang

I respect the style of his life because I love his life colorful

--Inscription

Before I met this hero, my understanding of life was superficial; after I aware of this hero, I saw the tenacity and colorfulness of life -flowing green is the tone of life, heavy yellow is the background of life, and it is spraying The red is the loudest of life, and the rustic brown is the most primitive true nature of life -it is him, Uncle Midi from the Western Sichuan Plateau, which makes me cherish my life and respect my life.

I remember that it was a sunny weekend last winter. I accompanied my mother to work overtime in the office of the publishing house. Moms are compiling a book that reflects the models of minority heroes, which need to interview several typical characters. Just when I raised my head in the sea of ​​Shushan inadvertently, a tall and burly Kangba man walked in. I saw that he was wearing a brown tibetan robe, with thick eyebrows with thick eyebrows on the copper -colored four -square face, and his jaw was black with black beards, and he was particularly eye -catching. A tough man's temperament is aggressive, making people unforgettable, and awe.

I felt that this face seemed to have known each other, and I always felt that I had been with him for a long time. Editor's uncle enthusiastically greeted the people and introduced to us. It turned out that he was Uncle Midi, the employee of the Ganzi Regional Post Office of Sichuan, one of the "moving Chinese characters" in 2018. His deeds are well -known. When he first entered junior high school, the head teacher also organized us to watch the "award ceremony that touched Chinese characters". No wonder it is so familiar.

When my uncle went out to take the school -like sample, I played a temporary reporter. I boldly asked Uncle Duji and carefully asked: "Is the person who participated in the National Day parade in TV not long ago? How did you come? "Uncle Duji nodded with a smile and told me his story enthusiastically. One year, he walked through the green mountains and mountains of Ganzi, and when the postal mission was performed, at a steep slope, a group of gangsters came out of the road to stop the post. Uncle rushed. In order to be safe in mail, he fought a deadly fight with the gangsters. Due to the defeat of the crowd, he was unfortunately 17 knives in his body, the ribs were interrupted, and the four heads were lifted off, and the left hand and right foot vein were cut off. The flowing blood stained with a green postal service, and it was also red that he was lying on the yellow land lying ...

He was sent to Chengdu for emergency treatment, and almost all experts were worried that the possibility of recovery was almost zero. Later, an old Chinese medicine taught him a therapy. Uncle Dujiji gritted his teeth and endured the pain every day. One or two hours was practiced, and finally Uncle Duji created a miracle of life. Strong, he returned to his job with sacred mission. Uncle Duji described it, and the calm tone seemed to tell the story of others. It was just that when talking about the stamp with hope and vitality, his eyes flashed with enthusiastic light, showing his persistence and love for work.

With full respect, listening to Uncle Doji's remarks, my thoughts flew to the vast snowy plateau, and I seemed to see the postal green flowing on the holy snow. It is the most beautiful scenery of the plateau and the most beautiful color in the world. It accompanied Uncle Doji's uncle, for thirty years, he complained with the mountains, fighting against the snow, fighting with the snow, fighting with pain, and even repeatedly facing the test of life and death, sending unlimited joy and happiness to the people there.

On that ordinary winter, I was moved by an extraordinary hero, moved to the non -stop flowing green that accompanied him to life, and moved the vowed vow: "As long as there is an email, the post will leave; As long as I am there, the post will arrive. "The" one side "of Uncle Doji's" one side "has passed for more than two years. His tall figure, the scars on his face, like the sculpture of life engraved in my heart. Today, when I saw the composition of the teacher's composition, I couldn't help thinking of Uncle Doji. Open the door of memory, I write this composition and pay tribute to the colorful life!

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