金色的童真的微笑,化为遥远的忧伤的回忆9岁那年,可敬可爱的父亲因救落水者而光荣牺牲了。拿着革命烈士证书,我哭倒在母亲怀里。好几天,家里都是一片沉寂。虽然我们大家都为我父亲感到自豪,但我们也深深地知道,艰辛的生活正等着我们。青蛙要跳,天要蓝,鸟要飞…… The golden innocent smile turned into a far-reaching memory of sadness. At the age of nine, the respectable and lovely father was honored to save the falling water. Holding a revolutionary martyrs certificate, I cried in my mother’s arms. For several days, the family was silent. Although we are all proud of my father, we also know deeply that the hard life is waiting for us. The frogs will jump, the sky will be blue, and the birds will fly...