In 1982, during the renovation of Yang Kaihui's former residence, people found a letter in the crack of the wall that was never sent, at this time, the person who wrote the letter had been killed for 52 years, and the person who received the letter had been dead for 6 years.
In 1990, while sorting through the relics of Comrade ***, people found some clothes neatly pressed under the cabinet: two shirts, a pair of socks, a military cap and a towel. The owner of these clothes is Mao Anying, his son, who has been sacrificed on the Korean battlefield for 40 years.
In the Westward Journey", ** talked about his impression of the instructor and said:
I have the impression of a person with quite deep feelings. I remember once or twice when he talked about his dead comrades or recalled the deaths of people in the rice riots in Hunan due to famine in his youth, his eyes were moist. ”
For the sake of those who have the ambition to sacrifice and dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky", for the sake of those who saw and did not see, many people were sacrificed in their own families, and so many Red Army generals and soldiers' families were also killed by the enemy.
However, when he encounters those enemies, he will still shake hands, he will still do other people's ideological work, and he will still be patient to "unite those who disagree with him, look down on himself, disrespect himself, have had trouble with himself, have fought with himself, and have suffered losses in front of him."
This is the character of a true statesman.
But, as a husband, as a father, and as a brother, thinking of his sacrificed and missing relatives, what kind of loneliness and torment should he feel in his heart......
Perhaps, countless long nights, his mood is like his poem:
What is the sorrow on the pillow, and the rivers and seas turn over the waves. The night is long, the sky is always difficult to see, and the lonely clothes are covered and the cold stars are counted.
All thoughts are ashes, and there is a shadow left. A waning moon flows westward, and there is no reason not to shed tears about it. ”
In memory of the great man!