My mother's well-being and satisfaction is my greatest comfort.

Every time, in the circle of friends, when I see filial sons and daughters, traveling with their elderly parents and enjoying delicious food, I feel a little envious and guilty.

Looking back, I owe my mother too much in my life. When I was a child, I was weak and sick, which broke my mother's heart. Academically, my mother gave me great support and expectation, but I failed to make a name for myself, which made my mother look bad in front of my hometown and relatives. When getting married, because of her willfulness, she held a wedding banquet in the border guards, which made her mother feel helpless. After marriage, I still let my mother worry about it. I have reached middle age, and I have white hair on my temples. The mother with white hair has no steady dependence and steady happiness. The only thing that is gratifying is that my mother's body is still tough and her spirit is good. And one by one, my mother's peers leave, and one by one is sick, which makes my mother's anxiety more and more serious.

My mother has never been out of town, and she has been busy on her own land for several years. Every time she is asked to go out to play, she always says that she is carsick, it is too hot and so on. In fact, I just can't live without my nephew and five brothers and sisters. But I know that she is also afraid of spending my money and putting pressure on me. I also know that my mother wants to visit the scenic spots on the border where her son joined the army to fight. I want to witness the place where my son once fought and worked. Because there is not only her son's sweat, but also her mother's residence, and her son's dedication to his youth and blood.

In the summer of 1984, at last, at my repeated insistence, I reluctantly took my granddaughter Wenya, who was four or five years old, to visit Jingxi, a border city known as Small Guilin ... Although the weather was not very hot, my mother was very energetic. Dressed in black cloth, put on liberation shoes and a hat. Change your usual sloppy clothes. When you are old and strong, you will never lose your heroic spirit. You will break into the primeval forest infested by tigers and wolves, and use your own hands to split up hundreds of acres of wasteland for planting and breeding, make a fortune, walk like a fly, and do farm work, so that you can thrive. At first glance, I knew that my mother especially wanted to see the southern Xinjiang, the motherland where her hills shed sweat and blood and tears more than ten years ago. What was it like?

On the way, I met a fellow villager (director of Huang Yuanjun, the military service agency of the Frontier Defense Corps), and they hit it off and talked happily. Talk about the hometown where I used to work, the folks who worked together and the current war situation in the border. In particular, my mother talked about how she and her first husband avoided the experience of recruiting Rafe by the Kuomintang, which made people fascinated and felt that it was a legend. Seventy years of age's mother was in a good mood when she was in the army. She repeatedly praised the good national policy, and the friendship among comrades in the army was better than the warmth of brothers. What she didn't expect was that officers everywhere in the barracks love soldiers and soldiers respect officials so well that they are not brothers but better than brothers!

Just in those days, Li Yaming, the head of the League, and I both went to the frontier troops to carry out ideological propaganda activities for Vietnamese soldiers and civilians. With the permission of the head of the League, my mother took the special car of the No.2 head (political commissar) of the Frontier Corps for the first time and for the last time to travel around the first-line border companies. It was really an eye-opener and icing on the cake. Mother was fascinated by it and was very happy and excited.

Along the way, my mother kept abreast of the changes in the border before, during and after the war. She traveled hundreds of kilometers from the morning trip to the night return, although she had passed through seventy years of age, but she was not tired at all. Looking at my mother's excitement to visit the cultural landscape on the border, I made up my mind even more. While my mother's legs and feet are still good in recent years and her eyes are still bright, I must show her old man around more and see the border defense lines in southern Xinjiang of the motherland.

for this reason, my mother went to live in the army for more than a month, and the chief granted me a special leave to accompany my mother around every border garrison. In fact, it is also a small filial piety to make the elderly play healthily and happily. Because, only my mother's well-being and happiness is my greatest comfort to my son. For this reason, my mother often said in front of me, "It's true that your father died young, leaving me a widow who didn't hurt you, a frail and dying orphan." In the past, I have been a father and a mother for more than ten years. Now I can enjoy my son's filial piety and be satisfied with my mother's life. It is worthwhile to die now. I have nothing to regret when I close my eyes and fulfill my wish! "

at 9: 56 on April 24, 222, at Hua 'ergong Valley in Tancheng.