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I often think of those young faces, although I don’t know what those young faces look like now. I met them when my motherland needed it most. They exchanged their truest heart for the deepest love.
Resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea Among the Hunan soldiers, there are a total of 11,541 martyrs. My father and some of his Hunan comrades were lucky to return to their motherland, and also lucky to come to Guangxi, and to , and become a member of the construction of Guangxi.
I have seen photos of my father and his comrades. Although the black and white photos have turned yellow, the young heroes look so handsome in military uniforms. Each of them held their heads and chests with a smile that would surely win. Every star on their epaulettes and every button on their military uniform conveys solemnity and piety, and is deeply written in my childhood memories.
The road to Daxin is the road to my childhood. In the 1970s, a group of men in their 40s in Hengyang, Hunan savored what it means to leave their hometown.
Back then, my father and people from all over the country gathered in a place called 701 Mine. Many years later, I learned through a thick book collection in the home of an old expert from the Guangxi Geological and Mineral Engineering College that this 701 mine has made great contributions to the country's nuclear industry.
The uncles and aunts in the mining areas I have seen are kind and friendly. They were in a state of mind and nailed the motherland to the most needed place like screws. There is a tall and thin mine manager who is said to have participated in the Eighth Route Army. Sometimes he would sit next to the basketball court in the mine and tell the children the stories of that year. He said: "The blood of heroes and martyrs on the road we have walked is dripping with blood; a happy life is hard-won, everyone must cherish it." Since then, I have known what "communist members" and what "the way they come".
More often, I meet my older brothers and sisters in their 20s. They ride bicycles to work in the mining area several kilometers away every day. As trucks were loaded with ore to the distance needed by the motherland, they also gradually changed from energetic young people to mature and steady middle-aged people.
When the Qingming raindrops fall on the white wild flowers, the father will find the photos of his comrades back then and recite their names, as if they are still carrying steel guns on their backs, standing in the distance of the ice and snow, protecting the oath they made together. And we children will also follow the teacher to present flowers to the martyrs. Those flowers are placed in front of the martyrs' tombs, as if telling us how many heroes who have left quietly are protecting their smiles with their lives. History remembers these young lives that have dedicated their brilliant years to the Republic. Some are energetic and powerful, or they are silent.
In the 1990s, we bid farewell to the mines that were mined one after another. So far, I haven't returned to the mine in nearly 30 years. In the mining area where there were more than 1,000 people, there are only three families left behind. In the mining area video sent by a friend, I saw a very old balcony where green plants are still alive, becoming the most eye-catching color of life. Just like those who have been together, although they have gone their separate ways, even if they are just the most ordinary drop of water, as long as they are brave enough to integrate into the trend of building the motherland, they will surely become a sparkling self.
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Unexpectedly, after many years, I had more contact with Daxin because of Mr. He.
One night in late June 2019, Mr. He and I were walking in Nanning Bamboo Bedding.
The bamboo raft is beautiful, the moonlight is swaying, and the wind is dancing in the bamboo shadow. The lights projected on the river surface, sparkling. Such a summer night should be in a comfortable mood, but it is mixed with many flavors because of the one we mentioned together. There is sorrow, there is also the intention to not bow to life. That person is named Huang Wenxiu.
Mr. He was selected as the first secretary of a village in , Daxin County, between 2015 and 2018.He played the role of a party member there, such as the movers caring about local children and donating books to the children; helping children of poor households fall in love with reading and return to campus more... He mentioned related new things or people to me from time to time, which made me feel very close.
Every month, Mr. He will travel between Nanning and Daxin. On one side is his relatives and on the other side is his fellow villagers. He completed morning meetings and home visits to villagers while busy, and also completed readings of Du Fu's poems on countless nights. The Communists' original aspiration and mission inspired him to lead the villagers to win the battle called poverty alleviation, and reading and imitating poetry helped him overcome the difficulties in his life. After returning to Nanning, Mr. He presided over the work of Guangxi Musicians Association . That June, the news of Huang Wenxiu's unfortunate death touched the hearts of countless people. He hoped to call on the majority of musicians and literary and artistic enthusiasts to take action, create a batch of songs with Huang Wenxiu's story as the theme and dedicate it to Huang Wenxiu, and also to all those who are fighting on the front line of in poverty alleviation. That summer night, Mr. He talked about the sinisterness of the storm that night of the accident, and about the heroic spirit of Huang Wenxiu when she died... He also talked about the stories of countless people he had come into contact with whom he participated in poverty alleviation work. Another young father impressed me: during his stay in the village, the happiest thing he had every night was to meet his newborn child through his mobile phone and videos with his wife. The childish appearance was the best medicine to cure him from leaving home. Mr. He also said that the young father's mobile phone was very old and bad, and the screen was colorful, so the child's smile was blurred and the screen was broken into pieces... At this time, I could no longer help but choke out...
That night, I began to create songs about Huang Wenxiu. I was wondering whether the children who were surrounding her listened to her playing guitar grew up day by day and became more brave and stronger; I was wondering if she was still there, would those unfinished work diaries be piled up higher and higher; I was wondering, she bought the fishtail skirt that she still had no chance to wear for a long time, and where are she lying quietly now...
After writing my lyrics, she was quickly transferred to the songwriter Mr. Zhao. When Mr. Zhao received my lyrics, he happened to be with a man from Huang Wenxiu's hometown. After seeing the lyrics, he was very moved and talked with the other party a lot more and more about Huang Wenxiu's topic. In the next two days, Mr. Zhao almost never sleeps. He composes the song with tears in his eyes and invites Ms. Ning, a singer who also respects Huang Wenxiu, to sing. In the music of
, I seemed to see the smiling Huang Wenxiu. She was wearing a beautiful fishtail skirt and wandering on the red soil of her hometown, like a fish, swimming happily in the Hongshui River . At this moment, she married the mountains and rivers, blending with the familiar grass and wood village of her hometown. And in the clear sky, the stars shined, illuminating her young and beautiful face...
I didn't expect that my first conversation with Huang Wenxiu was actually in the form of music. Although, she will never hear the song I wrote for her. I didn't expect that although I did not experience the day and night of poverty alleviation in the village, I felt their inner world with another life experience. It seems calm, but it is as vast as the sea.
They are Communist Party members, they are ordinary people, and they are heroes with noble temperament in their bones.
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time is turned to 2020. It is heartbreaking and regretful that in just half a year, I actually talked with two lost heroes across the air. They are all young and great women, and they have lived on the same land as us.
February 5, Nanning Sixth People's Hospital Nurse Liang Xiaoxia wrote a letter of request for battle.
22. On February 7, after confirming that the first group of team members did not have themselves, Liang Xiaoxia verbally asked for a fight with the director of the nursing department again.
On February 16, Liang Xiaoxia, together with 4 nurses and 1 doctor, formed the second batch of preparation teams for the fight against the epidemic in Nanning Sixth People's Hospital.
On February 18, Liang Xiaoxia wrote down the application for joining the party , and asked to fight again in the book.
On February 21, Liang Xiaoxia followed the team to Wuhan and began to write a working diary.
On February 27, Liang Xiaoxia wrote her seventh diary in Wuhan, which is also the last diary in her life.
On February 28, Liang Xiaoxia fell in the buffer area.
On May 26, after 89 days of coma, Liang Xiaoxia passed away in Nanning...
The spring of 2020 is the last spring in Liang Xiaoxia's life. She can no longer know the changes in the future seasons.
I was in the ink-like night, staring at the lights of thousands of homes, and talking to a person who is no longer in the world. I want to know what was in her last 89-day dream, or nothing.
Liang Xiaoxia is a person with dreams. She wants to be a medical staff member to save lives and help the wounded.
On the wall of Liang Xiaoxia's hometown, Nan'an Primary School campus in Baihe Town, Hengzhou City, Nanning, I saw her childish smiling face 20 years ago. The junior high school teacher she once attended still remembers that when she graduated from junior high school, Liang Xiaoxia's ideal was to be a doctor. Later, she really dreamed of becoming a medical worker. As the internship was about to end, Liang Xiaoxia wrote a letter of thanks to each teacher. Among them, in a letter to Teacher Ling Yun, she wrote: "Only by ensuring your safety can you better serve patients."
However, an unexpected accident happened.
Liang Xiaoxia fell in the position to fight the new crown pneumonia epidemic.
She fell asleep in that long spring, and had no time to say goodbye to anyone, and didn't even leave a little video or audio. There are only vague memories and marks, in the description of colleagues being interrupted by tears from time to time, in the memories that relatives can't bear -
Xiaoxia loves life, and she uses the camera she bought to take many beautiful photos for her friends. And these photos are now quietly left on the screen of a mobile phone or computer. Quietly, quietly, as if waiting for something.
Xiaoxia once went shopping with her friend and was attracted by a cheongsam that cost 499 yuan. She hesitated for a while. After a few days, she gritted her teeth and bought it back, but because she was busy with work every day, she didn't have the chance to wear it.
Xiaoxia bought a new house and had not had time to live in it.
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Outside the university dormitory building where Liang Xiaoxia lived, Magnolia opened and failed. I met the faces she had met under magnolia tree . Those young faces are sad and determined. They said that Xiaoxia likes to sing, sings Eason Chan's " Ten Years " by , and sings "The Sunshine Always After the Storm and Rain"...
Rainbows are not common, and the sun shines all over the sky.
On a sunny evening, beautiful colorful clouds can often be seen covering the sky. People shouted happily, it was so beautiful! Come and take a photo of the sunset.
is hehe, how beautiful the sunset is, how magnificent this world is. Although some people can never see it again, it is because they have been to this world that in the rays of rays of clouds that we can see the light of faith, and the redness in their hearts that will never be erased.
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