I often read red classics and have a soft spot for them. But in this summer vacation, I read a red novel that moved me very much-two little eight roads.

The novel tells the story of the protagonist: Sun Daxing and Wu Jianhua, two children living in the Eighth Route Army barracks. Sun Daxing's father died to cover the army. When he grew up, Sun Daxing avenged his father, but he died. His friend Wu Jianhua took up arms again and accepted Sun Daxing's unfinished wish.

After reading the book, I have to ponder: why are they willing to sacrifice heroically for their country instead of enjoying the success? Someone forced them? Or did they volunteer? No, the living environment. They live in an era of hot water. They are afraid of being bombed by enemy planes at home and swept away by the enemy outside. Faced with a dilemma, these children made a difficult choice-to take refuge in the Red Army and the Eighth Route Army.

Childhood is very short, and everyone will cherish it, except a group of people-Xiaobalu. By describing the glorious deeds of two small eight-way roads, this book set off the sufferings of the children at that time and praised their fearless spirit. If it were us, would we be willing to risk our lives to shuttle through the bullets? I believe many people dare not, including me. But even the children at that time dared to escort information on the battlefield of war, and even dared to fight with the enemy with a gun. What inspired them? It is the courage to defend the country. I am very glad, because I was not born in that era, that unforgettable era. But I can't be happy blindly. I will study hard and become the pride and pillar of the motherland in the future. And fulfill the unfinished wish of the martyrs and Sun Daxing.