小的时候,我经常坐在祖母的怀里,让她给我讲述安康牛蹄岭战役的故事。虽然祖母没有亲身经历那场战争,但是当时炮火映红了我家的墙壁,让祖母刻骨铭心。每当祖母给我讲述那段故事,描述可爱的战士们在祖母家老屋扫院子、担水的情景,我总是入神地听着。那时候我还不太明白什么叫崇拜,只是盲目地陶醉在其中。长大后,在课本上,电影里,小说中,战斗英雄的故事伴随 As a kid, I used to sit in my grandmother’s arms and tell her to tell the story of Ankang Niutioling Campaign. Although my grandmother did not go through that war, the walls of my home were blazed with fire and my grandmother was unforgettable. Whenever my grandmother told me about that story, describing the lovely soldiers sweeping the yard in my grandmother’s old house and carrying water, I listened attentively. At that time I still do not quite understand what is worship, just blindly intoxicated. Grow up, in textbooks, movies, novels, fighting the story of the hero accompanied