父親的工作單位是從 “401 信箱” 的保密代號(hào)開始的。新中國(guó)建成的時(shí)候，國(guó)家就提出了未來(lái)要建設(shè)四個(gè)現(xiàn)代化。1987年我的父親就對(duì)我說(shuō)：“我們的國(guó)家未來(lái)要實(shí)現(xiàn)四個(gè)現(xiàn)代化了：就是樓上樓下電燈電話。”國(guó)家危亡，中華民國(guó)28年最寒冷的冬天。國(guó)家身處黑暗，父親獨(dú)自一人從重慶北上參加了抗日名將傅作義將軍的部隊(duì)。父親參加了中華民族史上最慘烈的抗日戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)。他們的每一次行動(dòng)都可能是他人生最后一次。他們的每一次出戰(zhàn)都抱著必死的決心。當(dāng)年曾經(jīng)有20多個(gè)日本士兵追捕他，他逃進(jìn)了一座古廟，藏在大梁的柱子上，日本士兵沖進(jìn)了古廟，他們把整座古廟都打爛了，日本人要?dú)⑺?，他一個(gè)人單槍匹馬面對(duì)20多條槍口。1948年父親參加了平津戰(zhàn)役，他們的部隊(duì)和平解放北平。古城北平200萬(wàn)人民和百萬(wàn)軍隊(duì)安然獲得了新生。他堅(jiān)信無(wú)論未來(lái)我們的國(guó)家能不能變得更好，無(wú)論未來(lái)他能不能看見，他始終堅(jiān)信至少未來(lái)他的孩子肯定能夠看見。小時(shí)候我到學(xué)校讀書，看見同學(xué)們的爸爸都是20多歲，而我的爸爸已經(jīng)60多歲了，我的心里總是既傷心又難過。他還告訴我以后要帶我去照相的，還沒來(lái)得及，他就去世了。今晚有姣潔的月亮，絕美的相聚，我生長(zhǎng)在這個(gè)世界上最美的地方，但我的眼里卻始終只有你。暴雪將至，潛行于淵。生之意義不在于活，而在于怎么活?？v使這個(gè)未來(lái)沒有我的父親，縱使他們的姓名終將被眾人所遺忘。但他們當(dāng)年的付出不會(huì)沒有意義。正因?yàn)楫?dāng)年有了千千萬(wàn)萬(wàn)個(gè)像我父親這樣偉大的先輩，我們現(xiàn)在才建立了一個(gè)自由平等民主和平的新中國(guó)。我有了世界上最好的工作，我的工作可以和世界上萬(wàn)千人進(jìn)行分享。中國(guó)最狠的地方就在于敢在揭不開鍋的時(shí)候，把最后一粒米，當(dāng)作美好未來(lái)的一顆種子種下去。我多么希望新中國(guó)的醫(yī)生可以成為中國(guó)社會(huì)一群有道德、有信仰、有理想、有能力的人。吾輩理當(dāng)自強(qiáng)不息。前輩們嘔心瀝血，披荊斬棘，為民族爭(zhēng)取到了最后一線生機(jī)，是國(guó)家最黑暗，民族最無(wú)望的時(shí)候，先輩們挺身而出。這批人一無(wú)資源，二無(wú)名望，三無(wú)影響，四無(wú)地位，就是一腔熱血。我也愛那些腳踏黃土上的農(nóng)民。他們的生活是極端艱苦的，可是他們誠(chéng)實(shí)、良善、勤儉。他們哪怕自己挨餓，也不惜拿出糧食、金錢，甚至于他們的孩子，獻(xiàn)給國(guó)家。我們何其有幸，我們看見了新中國(guó)，在這個(gè)新中國(guó)里，鄉(xiāng)村都美化得像花園一樣。我們就應(yīng)感恩偉大先輩們的英勇付出。我們要生生世世，永永遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)銘記他們。我們更要熱愛我們可愛的祖國(guó)。我們每一個(gè)人，是的，每一個(gè)人都要永世銘記：天下興亡，匹夫有責(zé)。

My father’s work started from the secret code named “Mailbox 401”. When the New China was founded, the nation proposed the goal of building the Four Modernizations. My father told me in 1987 that our country would achieve the four modernizations, which means having upstairs, downstairs, electric lights, and telephones - the convenience of modern living. In the coldest winter of 1939, when the country was in grave danger and covered in deep darkness, my father headed north alone from Chongqing to join the troops of Fu Zuoyi, a famous anti-Japanese general. My father participated in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the most tragic war in the history of the Chinese nation. Every operation they carried out might have been the last in his life. Every time they went to battle, they held the determination to die.  Back then, more than 20 Japanese soldiers were chasing him. He fled in an old temple and hid on the main beam. The Japanese soldiers rushed in and destroyed the entire temple. They wanted to kill him. He faced more than 20 gun barrels all by himself. In 1948, my father participated in the Pingjin Campaign. Their troops peacefully liberated Beiping. Two million people and one million soldiers in the ancient city of Beiping were reborn in peace. He had a firm belief that no matter whether the country would become better in the future or not, no matter whether he could see it himself or not, at least his child would definitely be able to witness the change. When I was a school kid, I saw that all my classmates’ fathers were in their twenties, while my own father was already over sixty, I felt sad about the gap. He promised me to take photos together, but he past away before fulfilling it. Tonight, there is a bright and graceful moon, and such a beautiful reunion. I grew up in the most beautiful place in the world, yet in my eyes there has always been only you. A blizzard is coming and we shall all move silently through the deepest abyss. The meaning of life is not in merely living, but in how one lives. Even if the future no longer has my father in it, even if their names will one day be forgotten by the people, their sacrifices in those years will never be meaningless. It is precisely because of thousands and thousands of great pioneers like my father that we have today’s New China, a nation of liberty, equality, democracy and peace. I now have the best career in the world, which allows me to share with thousands of people around the world. The most formidable and fearless part of China is that even when standing on the edge of survival, it dared to take the last grain of rice and plant it as a seed for a better future. How I hope that the doctors of New China can be a group of people in our society who have morality, faith, ideals, and ability. We, of our generation, should strive to rise and forge ourselves in strength.  Our predecessors, with wholehearted dedication, cut through thorns and barriers, fought for the last glimmer of hope for the nation. They have no resource, no fame, no influence, no status, merely a heart full of passion. I also love those farmers who walk on yellow earth. Their life was extremely difficult, but they were honest, kind, thrifty. Even when they themselves were hungry, they would offered their food, their money, and even their children to the country. How fortunate are we to have seen the new China, in which even the countryside has become as beautiful as a garden. We should be grateful for the heroic devotion of our great predecessors. We shall remember them forever, from generation to generation. We should love our beloved motherland even more deeply. Each and every one of us, yes, every one, must remember for all eternity: Every inch of the land beneath our feet is soaked with the blood of our predecessors. Therefore, when the rise and fall of the nation is at stake, every citizen bears responsibility.