儿时起,当过兵的伯父就是我最崇拜的人。在抗洪抢险大堤上,他累得昏倒了,还是坚持“轻伤不下火线”;三年自然灾害期间,家里的孩子饿得头晕眼花,他坚决不肯用村仓库的钥匙,取哪怕一点点的小米;在配合公安严打期间,面对穷凶极恶的歹徒,他的鲜血流了几十米,也没有松开手。他对我和乡亲们说得最多的一句话是:“谁叫咱是共产党员呢?”于是,那时的我时常拽着他的衣角问:“党员是什么人呢?”他总是眯起眼睛,陷入深深的思考,之后语重 From childhood, the uncle who had been a soldier is the one I admire most. In the flood embankment, he was tired fainted, or insisted “during a three-year natural disaster, the family’s children hungry dizzy, he firmly refused to use the key to the village warehouse, even if a Little bit of millet; in the public security crackdown, the face of vicious criminals, his blood flow tens of meters, there is no release. He said to me and folks the most sentence is: ”Who told us to be a communist party?“ So, then I often grabbed his clothing Q: ”What is the party members? He always squinted, into deep thinking, then the weight