Siheyuan: Killing the gods against the will of heaven, causing great suffering to all living beings

Back at the courtyard in the evening, Han Xiaodong and his neighbors gathered together again, chatting about what they had seen and felt during the day. Qin Huairu asked with a smile, "Han Xiaodong, did your work go well today?"

Han Xiaodong nodded: "It went smoothly. Everyone worked very hard."

Liu Haizhong said: "Han Xiaodong, you are really a role model for our courtyard. With you here, everyone feels motivated."

Han Xiaodong smiled modestly: "We are all one family. Only by helping each other can we live a better life."

Bang Geng ran over and took Han Xiaodong's hand: "Brother Han Xiaodong, I drew a picture today and I want to show it to you."

Han Xiaodong patted his head with relief: "Okay, show it to me."

Banggeng took out a painting, which showed Han Xiaodong and the children playing in the forest. Han Xiaodong looked at the painting and was touched: "Banggeng, you draw really well. I will definitely treasure this painting."

Lying in bed, thinking about everything that happened today, he knew that although life was sometimes full of challenges and difficulties, as long as there was love and hope in his heart, everything would be fine.

Han Xiaodong saw a cemetery with many soldiers' monuments. He picked some wild flowers and placed them there, and poured the drink he brought in front of the tombstones.

Han Xiaodong has been feeling very heavy-hearted because life in the courtyard has become a little monotonous recently. Although his neighbors get along harmoniously, he always feels that something is missing in his life. So he decided to walk out of the courtyard again and go somewhere far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

On this day, Han Xiaodong chose a sunny morning to set out. He crossed the streets, walked through the alleys, and came to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. This cemetery is on the edge of the city, and few people usually come here, which makes it particularly quiet. Han Xiaodong has never been here, but he has heard that many soldiers who have sacrificed their lives for the country and the people are buried here.

At the entrance of the cemetery is a huge stone tablet with the words "Heroes and martyrs will live forever" engraved on it. Han Xiaodong stood in front of the stone tablet, feeling a solemn respect in his heart. He slowly walked into the cemetery and found that the tombstones here were neatly arranged, and each tombstone was engraved with the names and life stories of the soldiers.

Han Xiaodong squatted down and looked at each tombstone carefully. He didn't know the stories of these soldiers, but he could feel their fearless spirit of sacrificing their lives for the country. Han Xiaodong's eyes became gentle, and he found some wild flowers nearby, picked them carefully, and placed them in front of the tombstone.

"You have worked hard. Thank you for everything you have done for us." Han Xiaodong said softly. Although he knew that the soldiers could not hear these words, he hoped that their spirits in heaven could feel his respect.

Han Xiaodong took out a bottle of drink from his backpack, opened the bottle cap, and slowly poured the drink in front of the tombstone. This action symbolized respect and remembrance for him, and he wanted to express his respect for the soldiers in this way.

"You must be very thirsty. This bottle of drink is my respect to you." Han Xiaodong's voice was low and firm.

At this time, a breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if responding to Han Xiaodong's respect. Han Xiaodong stood up and looked around. The cemetery was still quiet and peaceful, as if time had stopped here. He felt that he had never been so calm, and the distracting thoughts in his heart gradually dissipated.

Han Xiaodong continued walking in the cemetery, and suddenly saw a little girl standing in front of a tombstone, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, with tears in her eyes. Han Xiaodong walked over and asked softly, "Little girl, why are you here alone?"

The little girl looked up at Han Xiaodong and whispered, "I'm here to see my dad, he's a soldier here."

Han Xiaodong was shocked. He squatted down and gently patted the little girl's shoulder: "Your father must be very proud to have such a sensible daughter like you."

The little girl nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks: "I missed him."

Han Xiaodong felt a pang of sadness when he saw the little girl's tears. He knew that the little girl's pain from losing her father could not be relieved by a word of comfort. He took out a piece of chocolate from his backpack and handed it to the little girl: "This is for you. I hope it can make you happier."

The little girl took the chocolate and forced a smile: "Thank you, big brother."

Han Xiaodong stood up, looked at the tombstone, and silently paid tribute to the little girl's father. Then he stood with the little girl for a while until her emotions calmed down a little, and then left the cemetery.

On the way back to the courtyard, Han Xiaodong was still in a heavy mood, but he felt a new strength. He knew that every day in life was not easy, but it was because of these selfless soldiers that we have today's peace and tranquility. Han Xiaodong is determined to cherish his current life more and use his efforts to bring more warmth and happiness to those around him.

Returning to the courtyard, Han Xiaodong pushed open the gate and was greeted by the concerned eyes of his neighbors.

"Han Xiaodong, where have you been? We are all worried about you." Qin Huairu walked over and asked.

Han Xiaodong smiled slightly: "I went to the cemetery. There are many soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country. I want to see them."

Liu Haizhong nodded, with a hint of respect in his eyes: "Han Xiaodong, you are really thoughtful. These heroes deserve to be remembered forever."

Han Xiaodong looked at everyone and felt warm in his heart: "Yes, they have given so much for us, we should remember their sacrifices."

Bang Geng ran over and took Han Xiaodong's hand: "Brother Han Xiaodong, do you also think they are great?"

Han Xiaodong nodded: "Yes, Banggeng, they are heroes in our hearts. We should learn from them and become a useful person to society."

At night, the courtyard returned to its former tranquility. Han Xiaodong sat in the yard and chatted with his neighbors. Everyone was curious about his experience today.

"Han Xiaodong, after hearing what you said, I also want to go to the cemetery to take a look." Liu Haizhong said.

"Yes, it sounds like a truly awe-inspiring place." Qin Huairu agreed.

Han Xiaodong nodded: "Yes, everyone can go there when they have time and feel the atmosphere there. It really makes people feel calm."

It was the spirit of those soldiers who sacrificed their lives for their country that gave him endless strength and courage.

Smiling, he asked, "Brother Han Xiaodong, did you have any special feelings when you went to the cemetery yesterday?"

Han Xiaodong nodded and said seriously: "Yes, the atmosphere there makes people feel very peaceful, and it also makes me cherish my current life more."

"Brother Han Xiaodong, you are such a thoughtful person. I also want to find time to go and have a look." Xiao Liu said.

Han Xiaodong responded with a smile: "Yes, we should all go and see and feel the spirit of those soldiers, so that we can work harder and contribute to society."

Han Xiaodong returned home feeling a little heavy-hearted. He had not expected that he would be so moved by the story.

Han Xiaodong returned home, feeling heavy-hearted, thinking about his experience at the cemetery today. The selfless dedication and heroic deeds of the fallen soldiers deeply touched Han Xiaodong's heart. Although he already knew these stories, seeing the tombstones in person still made him feel an indescribable sense of sadness and respect.

"Han Xiaodong, you're back." Qin Huairu was hanging clothes in the yard. When she saw Han Xiaodong come in, she greeted him with a smile.

Han Xiaodong nodded and forced a smile: "Yes, I just got back."

"Where did you go today? You seemed to be in a heavy mood." Liu Haizhong asked with concern.

Han Xiaodong sighed and said slowly: "I went to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city today. There are many soldiers who died for their country. I went to pay my respects."

Qin Huairu showed admiration on her face: "Han Xiaodong, you are really thoughtful. Those soldiers deserve to be remembered forever."

Han Xiaodong nodded, was silent for a while, and then said: "Yes, their sacrifice has brought us the peaceful life we ​​have today. We should cherish everything we have now."

Liu Haizhong came over and patted Han Xiaodong on the shoulder: "Han Xiaodong, you did a great job. We should learn from you and go see more of those heroes."

Bang Geng ran over and took Han Xiaodong's hand: "Brother Han Xiaodong, tell us the stories of those soldiers."

Han Xiaodong pondered for a while and nodded: "Okay, I'll tell you their story."

Everyone sat in the yard, and Han Xiaodong began to tell about some of the inscriptions he saw in the cemetery and the deeds of the soldiers he learned about. As Han Xiaodong told the story, the yard gradually became quiet, and everyone was deeply moved by the stories of these heroes.

"There was a soldier who was only eighteen years old when he died on the battlefield. His tombstone reads that he was an ordinary soldier but showed extraordinary courage in the battle." Han Xiaodong's voice was low and powerful.

Qin Huairu's eyes sparkled with tears: "They are really great. They sacrificed their lives for the country and the people without hesitation."

Liu Haizhong nodded: "Yes, our current peaceful life was bought with their blood and lives."

Han Xiaodong continued to talk, his mood gradually becoming heavy. He felt an indescribable sense of responsibility, and he knew that he had to work harder to live up to these heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country.

At night, everyone returned to their own rooms. Han Xiaodong lay on the bed, still thinking about the tombstones and the deeds of the heroes. He knew that although his life was ordinary, every little effort and contribution could add glory to this society. He decided that from tomorrow on, he would cherish every day more and work and live harder.

The next day, Han Xiaodong got up early and started his day's work. Although he was still a little depressed, he felt more motivated. Whether in the factory or in the courtyard, he faced everything with a more positive attitude.