"...They dedicated their lives to their motherland, and we and our descendants come here to pay tribute and salute. If we think about what we should repay their blood!"

"Think about what we should use to repay their blood!"

Putting the newspaper in his hand on the dining table, Lin Baoren, a young designer who is famous for designing and building the world's tallest building, murmured his last sentence from time to time. This was the words of the Prime Minister at the celebration banquet for the Expeditionary Army yesterday. Yesterday, all newspapers were talking about victory and the glory of the Expeditionary Army. Today, all newspapers were talking about a topic - sacrifice and dedication.

Hundreds of thousands of expeditionary forces were injured and killed!

This was the most cruel battle in the history of human wars. In that battle, too many heroes emerged, countless heroes who could be written and recorded with ink. Just in the telegrams received by the Army Department, there were as many as a thousand soldiers who were specially commended.

"On the 13th, the 44th Regiment of the 15th Division of the Expeditionary Force was stubbornly blocked by the German army when attacking the German army. Based on the steep terrain on the shore, the German army used machine guns to strafically shoot the Expeditionary Force's advance passage.

Lieutenant Wang Lijie and Lie Lei Ming of the 2nd Battalion led the way, tied a bundle of grenades to their waists in front of the entire platoon, and crawled towards the enemy's fire point. All the soldiers of the platoon covered them with machine guns. Lieutenant Wang Lijie and Lie Lei Ming used the stones on the river bank to move forward quickly, and rolled sideways to the front of the German two fire point respectively, raised the grenades and threw them over. The enemy's machine gun was hoarse, but the two were also shot and died.

As the soldiers of the Expeditionary Army were about to charge, the third fire point of the German army sprayed out fierce flames. Second-class soldier Xie Liangze bravely rushed forward and quickly threw away two bundles of hand bullets. Smoke burst out everywhere. However, the enemy machine gun was still shooting unscrupulously in the depression of two huge rocks. He could no longer hesitate. Xie Liangze stood up and rushed towards the enemy machine gun, blocking the machine gun hole that was devouring his comrade's lives with his seriously injured body. The Expeditionary Army officers and soldiers took this charge and shot the Germans in the castle one by one..."

Looking at the story that was so short that it could not be short, Lin Baoren's eyes couldn't help but wet, and tears slid down his cheeks. What should we use to repay their blood?

This is a problem!

All the Chinese owe something to the expeditionary army!

It is the sacrifice of the soldiers that the current Westerners face the Chinese people!

But how can the citizens repay the blood shed from the soldiers?

Their blood will never flow in vain. Their blood must be rewarded!

Thinking of this, Lin Baoren felt a stir in his heart. He closed his eyes and saw the scene of those soldiers sacrificing their lives on the battlefield. The stories of short expeditionary soldiers reported in the newspapers began to appear in his mind.

"Build a monument for them!"

When this idea just emerged, Lin Baoren shook his head. It seemed that this was not a good idea. A monument must be built for them, but is it just a monument they need?

No!

What they need is a place for loyal souls to return, just like... Lin Baoren's mind appeared in Lianyungang's Martyrs' Temple, which was built for Jiangsu Army officers and soldiers to commemorate those Jiangsu Army officers and soldiers who died in the "Jiaoao Battle". Perhaps. Jiangsu Army soldiers in the Expeditionary Force can get Fengling Martyrs' Temple and receive the glory of four sacrifices a year, but what about the Expeditionary Force officers and soldiers?

They were sent out in the name of the state. But what did the state do for them?

"A martyr's temple should be built for them in the name of the country!"

To judge a country's character, we must not only look at what kind of people it cultivates, but also look at what kind of people its people choose to pay tribute to and pay tribute to...

When Lin Baoren was talking softly, the sentence in his mind appeared in his speech delivered by the Prime Minister, who was the Huaihai Strait Envoy after the "Jiaoao Incident", at the Fengling Ceremony held at the Lianyungang Martyrs' Temple.

"It also depends on what kind of people its people choose to pay tribute to and to whom they pursue..."

Once again, when Lin Baoren talked softly, a real national cemetery appeared in his mind, a place where the loyal soul returned, where he would pursue some people in the name of the country.

"Respect the souls of those who sacrifice their lives for the country. Give equal honor to every martyr who devotes himself to the country!"

Perhaps it was the Lianyungang Martyrs' Temple that inspired Lin Baoren. When this thought emerged in his mind, the thought began to get out of control. He almost threw away the newspaper and breakfast in his hand, and walked quickly towards his studio, regardless of his wife's surprise.

As soon as he entered the studio, he immediately formed a spectacular architectural sketch with pencil at his desk. Similar to the Lianyungang Martyrs' Shrine, this cemetery is also centered on a building. Unlike the Martyrs' Shrine, this building is Chinese. In Lin Baoren's view, this building symbolizes a country, a nation, a culture or an era. Therefore, this building as the center of the national public curtain must be Chinese. Only in this way can we clearly tell others what this place is.

This is a place to commemorate the heroic spirits!

When he was about to make up architectural sketches, a huge national cemetery began to slowly form in Lin Baoren's mind. Under his pencil, he kept planning. At the same time, the systematic Chinese studies education he received made him constantly recall any historical articles related to the honour of the loyal souls he learned, so that the cemetery would be more Chinese and more oriental.

On the sketch, as his pencil moved, a arch was slowly drawn, which was located on the entrance road of the National Cemetery.

"Defend my mountains and rivers?"

After writing these four words, Lin Baoren crossed them out casually. These four words were not suitable, so what should we use? After thinking about it, Lin Baorenyi still did not get the answer. In the end, he chose to leave a blank space. Perhaps, others could give a suitable inscription.

On both sides of the road at the entrance of the National Cemetery, there are green pine cypress planted. Going further inside, there is a sculpture, a large sculpture...

"This should be a sculpture of loyalty..."

When he wrote this name on the sketch drawing, the first thing that came to his mind was "Yue Fei", Wen Tianxiang, and... But in the end, after biting the pencil and thinking for a while, he changed the "Loyal and Martyr's Sculpture" to "Soldier's Sculpture".

"It's soldiers, those little people without names. They are those little people who are not recorded in history books..."

He wrote this sentence a little excitedly. For the first time, Lin Baoren went beyond the tradition and no longer paid attention to the so-called famous generals, nor paid attention to those who were left in history. What he saw was only the little people who were not recorded in history - the most ordinary soldiers. In his mind, a simple and rough soldier statue even appeared in his mind. He was a soldier in attack. The famous ministers and generals in history may represent loyalty and martyrs, but it was these nameless soldiers who had achieved the great achievements of famous generals. They were also these nameless soldiers who were not remembered by people, who achieved the history of this country and made the achievements of...

"This place may be the tomb of an unknown martyr!"

A strange noun was spit out again from Lin Baoren's voice. He even deliberately modified the "soldier sculpture" again and changed it to the "nameless martyr's tomb", which was a monument to commemorate the unknown little people...

Further down there is the tall and majestic Chinese-style hall. It is the center of the national cemetery - the Martyrs' Temple. Above the Martyrs' Temple, Lin Baoren deliberately indicated it with a pencil. "Here, the loyal souls who are commemorated are the common country that serves them. Every recovery of them, regardless of the military rank, status and position, whether they are outstanding heroes or ordinary soldiers whose identities cannot be identified, enjoy a place where the loyal souls symbolize honor belong to them. Here, the name of each loyal person who is loyal to the country will be engraved..."

fair!

In Lin Baoren's view, this cemetery must be fair. Just like the Lianyungang Martyrs' Shrine, in order to show the concept of equality for everyone, the tombstones of officers and soldiers are in uniform specifications, and the families of fallen soldiers still have the right to choose the location of the cemetery.

Finally, after a whole morning, Lin Baoren drew a sketch of a huge national cemetery. Standing in front of the several revised sketches, Lin Baoren seemed very excited. He knew that this might be something this country could do for the soldiers who died.

What to repay their blood?

Only with eternal memorial and eternal gratitude! Only in this way can they repay their blood!

"It should be sent to the State Council!"

While talking softly, Lin Baoren denied this proposal. It should not be a matter of the State Council, but a matter of a country, it should not be an executive order to implement it, but a matter of a country and a nation that must be accomplished with gratitude.

In the classroom of the National Third High School Primary School in Foshan County, Guangdong Province, a teacher was reading a newspaper news report there in a voice full of spirit and touching.

"Every day on the front line, I am moved by something, and the tide of my thoughts and feelings is flowing indulgence. It makes me want to tell everything to my friends in my motherland. But what I am most eager to tell you is an important experience of my thoughts and feelings. This is, I feel more and more deeply who is our cutest person!

Who is our cutest person?

Our army, our soldiers, I feel they are the cutest people…”

In the teacher's affectionate reading, there was a strange atmosphere in the classroom. The primary school students, who were only about ten years old, listened to the teacher's reading, tears kept falling down his cheeks. For these unintentional primary school students, once upon a time, the war was too far away from them. From the teachers, they knew that the reason why the soldiers' elder brothers gave up their lives was for the honor of the country and for the enjoyment of a "fair and happy future."

"... Please realize that this is a blessing, because only when you realize this can you understand more deeply the reason why our soldiers are desperate in France.

Friend! You have known to love our motherland and our land. Please love our soldiers deeply. They are indeed our loveliest people!"

Finally, the teacher finished reading this documentary report that has become popular across the country with newspaper reports. The teacher with tears in front of him looked at the students in front of him and said in a low voice.

"Okay, classmates, everyone has learned this documentary report. Now, I have a question. I want to ask you all,"

Looking at the students, the teacher's question was natural. Who is the cutest person? There was no doubt. It was the soldiers, the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country, and the teenagers with tears in their eyes shouting without hesitation.

"So, classmates and soldiers have dedicated their lives to their motherland. Do we need to think about what we should repay their blood?"...

Another question was placed in front of these teenagers, and each teenager was thinking about it. They were thinking about how to repay the blood of the big brother of the soldier.

"Students, we should write to the military elder brother and tell them our gratitude!"

A classmate’s proposal was immediately responded to by other students. This was a response. While the teacher nodded, another classmate suggested.

"In addition to writing letters to the big brother of the military, we must use the weekends to conduct street sales and raise funds. We will build a national cemetery so that every soldier who died will have a place to return!"

Another young man who was very concerned about current affairs suggested on the side that his suggestions were also approved by his classmates, and students began to scoop pocket money from their exit bags and began to donate money to the National Cemetery.

In the past few days, an unprecedented frenzy has been set off across the country, and this frenzy is due to the design drawings of the "Loyal Soul Land" published in the newspaper by Lin Baoren, who is the "No. 1 Architect in China", and his design concept.

"Let us use a cemetery and a country, and a nation to commemorate those soldiers who are loyal to the country..."

Without any doubt, Lin Baoren's suggestion was responded to the first time. Although his "equal" cemetery was more or less "questioned" by some people. However, most people still agreed with his views and his suggestion, but arguments were inevitable, while the most fundamental argument was the most unexpected one.

"The National Cemetery is a cemetery that specifically burys those who have made special contributions to the country. It is the place where the loyal souls return, symbolizing the spirit of the nation and the honor of the country..."

In Congress, Li Zicheng, who had almost never attended a congressional hearing, looked at the members of Congress and journalists present, stood on his point of view and expressed his own opinions. After Lin Baoren made the suggestion in the newspaper, he immediately expressed his agreement. You must know that the construction of the Lianyun Martyrs' Temple was precisely because of the same idea.

I remember that in later generations, there was a Japanese technician in the company who opposed Li Zicheng's opposition to the Japanese Prime Minister's visit to the Yasukuni Shrine at the dinner table. The Japanese once said in an extremely contemptuous tone.

"In front of the Yasukuni Shrine, every Chinese is ashamed to say nothing! Because you don't know what to remember! For those who don't know what to remember, they are not qualified to accuse us of visiting Yasukuni's soul!"

I don’t know what to remember... Until now, Li Zicheng couldn’t forget the contemptuous look of the Japanese face. Although it was harsh, he… was telling the truth, what should we remember?

"Respect the dead who sacrificed their lives for the country and give equal honor to every martyr who devoted himself to the country. I think for us, this is what a country should do the most!"

He raised his head and looked at the members of Congress. Suddenly, Li Zicheng laughed, with a hint of contempt in his smile.

"Some people say that loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, so why not wrap them back with horse leather!"

When Li Zicheng said this, a series of whispers immediately rang out in the entire congress venue. Congress had never opposed the construction of the national cemetery, and the people did not object. The biggest debate was whether the cemetery was built anywhere. Perhaps every province hoped that the cemetery would be built with them, but the real debate was - transporting the bodies of the expeditionary army back to the country!

It is worth transporting the body back to the country from thousands of miles away - is it worth it? This is the biggest debate. In the newspaper, someone has calculated a calculation. For every corpse transported from France, the country needs to pay more than one hundred yuan, which is a huge additional expense, so some people suggest that instead of doing so, it is better to bury it on the spot and then give one hundred yuan to the soldiers' families...

"But, what I want to say is..."

After a brief pause, Li Zicheng's voice rose slightly.

"It is our responsibility and obligation for whom he asked him to come and who brought him home. The soldiers responded to the country's call and went to foreign lands to fight for the country. After they sacrificed their lives, we are talking here about whether it is worth bringing their bodies back to China. I think..."

Staring at everyone, Li Zicheng said in an extremely low voice.

"There is no more heartbreaking words than this! It is our responsibility and our obligation to let him come and take him home. There is no need for any discussion, and there is no answer worth it. This is a country's respect for those who are loyal to the country. A grateful country will never forget his protector, a grateful nation will never forget his protector."

Once again, the applause rang in this small parliamentary venue as Li Zicheng said. It was not only the reporters and the families of the dead soldiers of the expeditionary army, but also the members of Congress, and even the previous opponents.

Amid the applause, Li Zicheng stood up and walked towards the families of several dead soldiers. At this moment, he believed that at least from now on, the habits of this country are being changed - at least they will not forget their protectors again! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)
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