Daddy Academy

Chapter 3348 Ideas for the New Film

Chapter 3348 Ideas for the New Film

At nine o'clock on Tuesday morning, the bright red national flag fluttered in the morning breeze on the playground of Hongqi Primary School.

Today is the school's Patriotic Education and History Education Day. The school organized a visit for all grades to the Pujiang Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall.

The principal stood on the podium, his voice carrying across the campus through the microphone: "Students, today we will be visiting the Pujiang Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall, where the heroes who sacrificed their lives for our happy life today are buried. Please remain solemn and feel deeply."

Xiaobai stood in the third-grade line, her red scarf tied neatly on her chest. Xiao Mi, in the same line as her, looked solemn, and even Liu Liu, who was usually the most boisterous, was quietly fiddling with her red scarf.

The principal gave a brief appeal from the podium, then shouted, "Let's go!"

Each grade and class filed out of the school gate and boarded the waiting buses in order.

First, students will board the bus in order of grade, with sixth graders boarding last.

When the second graders set off, Xiaobai, Liuliu, and the others saw Dudu, Xier, and Chengcheng. Liuliu solemnly saluted them with a standard Young Pioneer salute.

Dudu immediately returned the gift earnestly.

Liuliu whispered, "Visit carefully, gain a deep understanding, inherit the spirit, and carry it forward."

Xiao Bai couldn't help but say, "Liu Liu, you talk a good game, but can you actually do it?"

Liuliu said, "I can't do it, but I'm trying my best. This requires the supervision of my classmates and teachers to urge me to improve. I believe that one day I will be able to do it."

Xiaomi smiled slightly, pursing her lips.

Xiao Bai was speechless and said, "I also believe that you will be able to do it one day. That day will be when you become a grandmother."

Liu Liu laughed and suddenly said, "I saw the principal go back to his office. That guy just said such nice things, telling us to study hard and feel things deeply, but he didn't go himself. It's really outrageous."

Xiaobai nodded. She also saw the principal's chubby figure slip back into the administration building: "This is outrageous! What kind of principal can't set a good example?"

Xiaomi said, "The principal is busy with work and doesn't have time to go. He has probably been to the Pujiang Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall many times, so he won't go this time."

Liu Liu snorted coldly. She thought the principal was the kind of person who slacked off. Every time she went to his office, she would catch him secretly playing mobile games.

One by one, the buses drove away, heading east of the city.

The carriage was quiet, devoid of its usual hustle and bustle, save for the teacher's soft voice explaining the history of the memorial hall.

"The Battle of Pujiang was a crucial battle in the liberation of this city. At that time, many soldiers were only seventeen or eighteen years old, and there were even many minors who went to the battlefield at the age of eleven or twelve, not much older than your sixth-grade brothers and sisters..."

After everyone finished listening, the car fell silent. Everyone's expression was solemn. Hearing that the revolutionary predecessors had to go to the battlefield at such a young age and risk their lives, everyone felt very heavy-hearted.

Liu Liu's voice broke the silence. She said, "Thinking about all this makes me feel very heavy-hearted, and I don't know what to say. Thank you to these ancestors who used their lives and blood to build our new country, allowing us to study and live without worries. Compared to their circumstances, what are our current troubles?"

Xiao Bai continued, "Liuliu is right! Our ancestors should have been at school age, but they had to go to the battlefield and give their lives for freedom. We should cherish our lives now, study hard, love life, and protect peace."

With them leading the way, other students shared their thoughts, all expressing their determination to cherish this hard-won life, study hard, and contribute to the construction of the motherland.

Teacher Wu Mei was very pleased and happy for everyone's awareness.

The memorial hall is nestled among evergreen pines and cypresses, its white building solemn and serene.

Stepping into the exhibition hall, time seemed to stand still. In the glass cases, rusty kettles, patched-up military uniforms, and diaries with faded handwriting... every item silently tells a story.

The guide stopped in front of a yellowed photograph and said, "This is the belongings of martyr Li Xiuying. She was only 19 years old when she sacrificed her life; she was a battlefield nurse. This photo was taken with her last bit of allowance, which she asked a comrade to buy her. She said that if she couldn't go back, she wanted to leave it to her mother as a keepsake."

The girl in the photo has a bright smile, and her two dimples are filled with sunshine.

Xiaomi's eyes reddened, and Xiaobai silently handed her a tissue.

Liu Liu stared at the half-blackened steamed bun in the display case, the label reading "The Martyr's Last Meal".

She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only clenching her fists tightly.

Before the "Wall of Heroes," countless names, like a galaxy, cover the entire wall. Xiao Bai tiptoes, her fingertips gently tracing a few words engraved on the granite:

Chen Xiaodong, 15 years old, a communications officer, sacrificed his life to protect the radio station.

Lin Xiaohua, 17 years old, a medic, was attacked while rescuing the wounded.

Zhang Hongqi, 16 years old, bugler, was shot during the charge.

“They are still so young…” Xie Xiaoxu’s voice trembled.

Teacher Wu Mei said, "These are all part of our history. We must remember them firmly and never forget history. The red scarf you wear around your necks is a corner of the national flag, dyed red with the blood of martyrs. Wearing it means remembering its weight."

Xiao Bai looked down at the red scarf on his chest. The bright red color was burning hot at that moment.

All the teachers and students came. To avoid crowding, the visits to each grade and class were done in batches. The younger students arrived first and went in first. Everyone filed in.

After Xiaobai and the others finished their visit, they ran into Dudu and the others in the square in front of the memorial hall.

Xiao Bai waved and saw that Xi'er's eyes were red, so he asked her what was wrong and whether she had been bullied.

Xi'er shook her head, saying that she had not been bullied; she was just saddened by the weight of history.

Liuliu then held Dudu's hands and said, "Little comrade, we must cherish our lives today."

Dudu nodded in deep agreement: "Love life, love learning, Liuliu, you must study hard, learn more knowledge, and contribute to the development of Pujiang in the future."

Xiao Bai suddenly said to Cheng Cheng, "Cheng Cheng, do you think we could make a short film like this?"

Chengcheng looked at her, her eyes full of questions.

Liuliu asked, "Xiaobai, what do you mean?"

Xiao Bai's eyes shone like stars: "I'm thinking we can take a picture of it."

"What are you filming?" Xi'er asked.

"Film the stories of revolutionary martyrs. It doesn't need to be very long, just a few minutes."

Xiao Bai spoke faster and faster, his train of thought like a lit fuse.

"We will film what we see and feel at the memorial hall into short videos, like 'Being a Sister Isn't Easy,' but more serious and earnest, so that more children can see them."

Liu Liu raised her hand: "I'll play the martyr!"

Xiao Bai said, "This time, don't be funny, be serious and earnest."

Liu Liu said, "I can act seriously too, I'm not a comedian."

Chengcheng said, "We need to check more historical materials; they must be authentic."

Xiaomi said, "That's no problem, it's not difficult."