After a day of mourning, at six o'clock in the morning on October 6, the hearse loaded with Mr. Jiang's body came out of Xinhua Gate. At this time, a large number of people had gathered at the gate of Xinhua Gate, all of whom came to see him off.
Early in the morning, people braved the cold wind and air-conditioning, shivering at the door wrapped in cotton-padded clothes. In October, the capital city was already freezing and cold.
However, the cold weather could not stop everyone from respecting Mr. Jiang. From Xinhua Gate to Chang'an Street, the ten-mile long street was full of people. There were two rows of armed police soldiers standing on both sides of the road, each holding real guns and live ammunition.
, standing guard on both sides of the road, the people looked at the black glass coffin with a look of reluctance in their eyes.
Wow……
In the crowd, someone burst into tears. Such emotions were spread instantly like a virus. Everyone's eyes turned red, and everyone started crying. Everyone knew that Mr. Jiang was a person worthy of love.
He spent his whole life serving the country and the people, and it can be said that he dedicated his life to death. He did not marry a wife in his life, so he did not have a child. He did not take anything away from this world. Such a revolutionary ancestor, such
A great man of the country is worthy of everyone's respect and love.
I remember that in the past, there was a ten-mile long street to send off to the Prime Minister, and now it is a ten-mile long street to send off to Mr. Jiang. It was the same grandeur and the same reluctance.
The cold wind makes people shiver all over. It is early in the morning, which happens to be the coldest time. Even though I am wrapped in thick cotton clothes, I can still clearly feel the howling cold wind that makes my bones hurt. However, despite the weather like this
, However, everyone stood on Chang'an Street, looking at the coffin with reluctant eyes, wishing they could personally escort Mr. Jiang to Babaoshan.
After the car passed the ten-mile long street, it headed straight towards Babao Mountain. According to Mr. Jiang's last wish, he was cremated after his death and his ashes were scattered into the sea. Li Si stood behind the incinerator, looking at the raging fire inside and the burning master.
After taking a quick look, he closed the incinerator.
"Li Jiangjun!" The burning master glanced at Li Si and said, "Don't be sad, this is a disaster that happens in life!"
"Yeah!" Li Si nodded and said with a smile, "I know!"
"That's good, that's good!" The master smiled faintly. After the day of mourning, at six o'clock in the morning on October 6, the hearse loaded with Mr. Jiang's body came out of Xinhua Gate. At this time, people had gathered at the gate of Xinhua Gate
A large number of people came to see them off. These people braved the cold wind and air-conditioning early in the morning, shivering at the door wrapped in cotton-padded clothes. In the capital city in October, the cold wind was already blowing.
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However, the cold weather could not stop everyone from respecting Mr. Jiang. From Xinhua Gate to Chang'an Street, the ten-mile long street was full of people. There were two rows of armed police soldiers standing on both sides of the road, each holding real guns and live ammunition.
, standing guard on both sides of the road, the people looked at the black glass coffin with a look of reluctance in their eyes.
Wow……
In the crowd, someone burst into tears. Such emotions were spread instantly like a virus. Everyone's eyes turned red, and everyone started crying. Everyone knew that Mr. Jiang was a person worthy of love.
He spent his whole life serving the country and the people, and it can be said that he dedicated his life to death. He did not marry a wife in his life, so he did not have a child. He did not take anything with him in this world. Such a revolutionary ancestor, such
A great man of the country is worthy of everyone's respect and love.
I remember that in the past, there was a ten-mile long street to send off to the Prime Minister, and now it is a ten-mile long street to send off to Mr. Jiang. It was the same grandeur and the same reluctance.
The cold wind makes people shiver all over. It is early in the morning, which happens to be the coldest time. Even though I am wrapped in thick cotton clothes, I can still clearly feel the howling cold wind that makes my bones hurt. However, despite the weather like this
, However, everyone stood on Chang'an Street, looking at the coffin with reluctant eyes, wishing they could personally escort Mr. Jiang to Babaoshan.
After the car passed the ten-mile long street, it headed straight towards Babao Mountain. According to Mr. Jiang's last wish, he was cremated after his death and his ashes were scattered into the sea. Li Si stood behind the incinerator, looking at the raging fire inside and the burning master.
After taking a quick look, he closed the incinerator.
"Li Jiangjun!" The burning master glanced at Li Si and said, "Don't be sad, this is a disaster that happens in life!"
"Yeah!" Li Si nodded and said with a smile, "I know!"
"That's good, that's good!" The master smiled lightly.
