Red River Valley
Author: Ma Zhongjun
Now, we live in the Internet age, and transportation and communication are relatively developed. I look at Douyin every day when there is nothing to do. I see many eldest daughters and young daughters in Douyin saying: Life must have a sense of ritual. I opened my diary and found that I had a sense of ritual as early as 30 years ago. Such as Saturday, October 27, 1984. I don’t know which day it is, maybe it’s not too far from today. I suddenly wanted to pick up my clumsy pen and write something for my classmates and the first anniversary of my leaving home. As for the genre and format, I don’t pursue it, just rely on my thinking and what I want to say to them, express my mood at the moment, let’s start with a song...
People say, you are leaving the village, you are leaving the girl who loves you, why not let him go with you? Why leave him in the village...
Whenever I hear this familiar and cordial singing, I think of a girl from afar...my dear. Think of the night before leaving home a year ago. You, and many classmates, came to my house to see me off. The students gathered together, singing and laughing, talking about the past, present, future, future, ideals... until all night, tireless, no sleep. At this time, there is only one hope, time! You, go slow, let us play for a while... Time is ruthless, reluctant to part, tears are full of tears, I want to kiss you one last time, hug you once, but, due to too many classmates, I can’t, neither Dare...
For a year,I always miss my dear one! When I think of you, I think of "Red River Valley", and every time I hear "Red River Valley", I also think of you... That pretty and somewhat mischievous face. During my three months as a correspondent, whenever I had the opportunity to broadcast, I always wanted to play "Red River Valley". To express my nostalgia and depression with singing, "Red River Valley" has also been broadcast on the camp many times. No matter what I am doing, as long as I hear this familiar and cordial singing, I will be more motivated and feel more comfortable. I am full of confidence in my life and ideals. I also think of the night when I left home a year ago. You sang "Red River Valley" saw us off, and "Red River Valley" was broadcast on the camp. No one knew the mystery and secret of this song. Only I was the only master who fully enjoyed this song. And the other hundred and ten brothers in the whole camp are just appreciating...
I remember that the day we left home on October 25th last year, we sent your soldiers into the car The company, how I wished you could suddenly appear next to the car, let me take a look at that familiar face one last time and say "goodbye". However, until the car started again, I didn't see the familiar face...
I guessed, maybe it was because you didn't sleep all night last night, you, have you fallen asleep now? Maybe it hasn't come back yet, it's just dawn, the road is not easy, and the morning is too cold? Will not. If you didn't come back in the morning, you would definitely send us to the car, and would never hide somewhere to sleep? Maybe...maybe..., when the car just drove through your courtyard, you suddenly appeared on the highway. At this moment, how excited and happy I was. I really wanted to jump out of the car to kiss and hug you. However, there are too many people in the car to see me off, and the car is too fast, I dare not, for fear that the people in the car will laugh at me. Uncle is sitting next to me, and more importantly, I am afraid of the impact on you in the future...I can't see the familiar face...
When I sent the first letter to you and your classmates,I stated in the letter why I wanted to be a soldier, against the wishes of my parents? Remember, you criticized my weakness in your reply and avoided it. My dear, let me tell you now! Leaving home to serve as a soldier is not a sign of weakness, but a classmate who is unwilling to recognize, suffering because of me and being emotionally tortured...
You know, what kind of person am I? In the first year of high school, I was insensitive, indifferent, and dismissive towards anyone, whether it was a boy or a girl. But why did he become the head of the class again in the second year? The activists and my buddies did some things to reverse the situation in the second year class. Leave a good impression on the teachers and students of the school. Do you know that it is because of these. In the extensive contact with classmates, some classmates have some misunderstandings about me. They think that I am passionate about them because I am interested in them. Therefore, they are extremely concerned about my personal problems. They introduced their so-called righteous sisters and righteous sisters to me...
There is nothing they can do with this approach. In order to do a good job in the class, to reverse the bad reputation of the class. I had to dare to be angry but not to speak, fearing that this new good situation would cool down again and ruin everyone. I swallowed and persevered. After graduation, in order to get rid of their continued entanglement, in order to find my future, ideals, and happiness, I left my hometown, bid farewell to my parents, relatives and friends, and you. I have made so much determination and pain for this. Painful...
In order to persuade the young school girls to fall in love, I once spent two days reading the world famous French writer Dumas 's "La Traviata". After learning about the protagonist Olma, , Margaret, Amon...
, the debate between the pros and the opposing side began...
I was very excited to learn that you have gone to school. I am really happy for you, and I feel a little melancholy when I am happy.College students, I am beyond reach, hopeful but not reachable, thinking of the life and interesting things of the past student days, but also a little hopeful and full of confidence. Because we are... after all, but we haven't seen the swan goose for a few months, and the swan geese flying away are like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no news. It is suspected that someone has made trouble and "detained" your letter, but it has no basis. I wonder if you are answering, and I don't dare to imagine or think about it. I want to write to you, but I am afraid of disturbing your thoughts and delaying your studies.
Distressed, too distressed. But there is another point that gives me some comfort, that is, we can meet and talk freely in our dreams. As for the future, I dare not think about it anymore...
This is my first time writing. It is my debut. I think it is well written and a true portrayal of my feelings, so I copied it in my diary. Later, I forgot. After searching for many years, I couldn't find it. After the epidemic, I wanted to write about my military career. I read it from my diary and broke it out to share it with my comrades in arms and classmates. My comrades-in-arms and classmates, don't get me wrong. In fact, I didn't even dare to touch the hands of female classmates at school, let alone kiss or hug.
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