Although it is early spring and April, it is as cold as winter. You are calm and step by step towards that endless death. You have no fear and no regrets. What you expect is a productive society without oppression, aggression and warlords. The days when flowers are in full bloom are covered with your blood for the new China. -inscription

You are like a morning star, illuminating the way forward, and your fall has made thousands of people sad. You are like a blazing flame burning in the cold winter. Your extinction makes people angry. Your deeds have been circulated, who knows the last sorrow of "Heaven"?

I heard your grandmother tell your story when I was very young. I was impressed by you when I was young and ignorant-you are a good man and a hero. Over time, I entered the school and studied history before I really began to understand you, your deeds, your personality and your awe-inspiring righteousness.

Open the book gently and dig more information about you between the lines: you were born in the late Qing dynasty, which was on the verge of collapse; You embarked on the road of saving the country and the people under the background of the May 4th Movement. Your grades are excellent, your literary level is also very good, you worship Marxism very much, and you are the founder of the China * * * production party. ...

These are all your history, and your time has been devoted to the revolutionary struggle. I smiled. You are so far-sighted at a young age that you really deserve the saying "heroes make teenagers"

On April 28th, spring blossoms. April, what a beautiful season. Unfortunately, it's not anymore. Has long been smeared with blood and rancidity. Even if it blooms, what is there to see? Those flowers that grow on scarlet land are flattering and gaudy. The original pleasant aroma is also disgusting.

You came to the end of your life in chains. Under the gallows, in those black eyes, there is sadness. The ugly face on the gallows is happy. You go.

Closing the book silently and lamenting that you are the tragedy of China and the regret of an era. You've worked too hard for all this. All you long for is a bright future, children's smiling faces like flowers, and the rise of China. Unfortunately, you didn't wait until this day.

I stood up and patted the dust on the book. Compared with those singers and movie stars that modern people admire, you have been forgotten for too long. With a wry smile, I put the book back and rolled out of the old library. "I won't forget you. You have paid too much for the present. " I think.

Walking out of the library, it was already dark. When the light is on, everything is as beautiful as a flower.