□Jin Xixun
Looking back at the clouds and mists for more than seventy years, I still clearly see the Zhenhai County Town of Ningbo City in 1949.
Zhenhai Anyuan Fortress.
I live in Xiangjia Courtyard behind Confucius Temple in Chengguan Town, Zhenhai. My family lives in the east wing.
That day, when I was 9 years old, I just got up, pulled out the long wooden door latch of my own hall, opened the lattice wooden lattice door covered with white cotton paper, and looked up and saw a light golden morning light on the window glass of the house opposite the west. In the narrow and long east courtyard, on the eaves above the water tank, birds chirping. The chill in early summer has not faded, and the thick leaves of some green potted plants are full of vitality. The sunlight was moving down from the tiled onion bit by bit, and the reflection of the glass and white walls made the yard look bright.
At this time, I heard the small door on the south side of the yard ringing "angryly". The people in our east wing were all walking on the back door of this yard, and outside was a stone road passing by pedestrians. A middle-aged man came into the door open, with a thin, long face, tall figure, and an old robe. It turned out to be my third uncle. Did he go out so early today? Uncle San has always been serious, but then he smiled and turned around and said something to the person behind him. Behind is a tall soldier with a belt tied with a armed belt on his back, and a heavy shell gun inserted into the holster.
Uncle San accompanied the soldiers into my room first. The soldiers refused to drink tea. The two of them walked around each room. Unexpectedly, with a click, one of the soldiers' legs broke the floor and shook them. Uncle San went to support him uneasyly, but the soldier smiled and waved his hand. Uncle San said, which unit are you? The soldier smiled and said, we belong to Chen Yi's army. Now I still remember that the soldier had a chest mark on his chest, a white red frame, with some black words printed on it, and it said "Chinese People's Liberation Army". Strangely, there was a red armband on his left sleeve. After leaving my house, my third uncle helped knock on the door one by one. The soldier also explained, "Membersman, fellow villagers, we are the People's Liberation Army, the Eighth Route Army!" He walked away and went out from the front yard gate. Uncle San became the resident group leader.
In the room, the third aunt was chatting with her cousin. The third aunt said that she heard gunshots outside the west gate in the middle of the night, but she didn't hear them until the morning. She didn't expect that the Communist Party would come in so soon. This must be a Shandong soldier, tall and big, and she was a little excited. I said, Mom, why didn’t I hear it? My aunt said, you slept like this and you couldn’t hear even if you fucked me! This is the first time I heard the name of the Communist Party and decided that the Communist Party must be so tall and tall, which is much more majestic than the Kuomintang army stationed in nearby ancestral halls a few days ago. Aunt San asked me to go to the Drum Tower to buy some red fermented bean curd. I carried the bowl through the Drum Tower and went to a small shop called Chen Wanfeng to buy red fermented bean curd. I saw that on the sidewalks on both sides of the street, from Drum Tower to Daseido Pharmacy, to the back door of Zhongshan Park, there were people wearing yellow military uniforms. They slept on both sides of the street at about the early morning, and their backpacks were pillows. Now that I have gotten up, I have carried my backpacks one by one, dusting the dust off my trouser legs. Some stores have also been opened one after another. There were four or five cavalrymen, riding a maroon horse, passing through the Gulou City Gate, and until the college field, they stopped the horse's head. The horse was neighing, and the sun was already shining on the roof.
Zhenhai : The gorgeous rays are as beautiful as picturesque.
I am in my 80s today, and I still see the moments of history frozen in the text: at 6:00 on May 26, 1949, the 198th Regiment of the 66th Division of the 22nd Army of the Chinese People's Liberation Army liberated Zhenhai County. That day was the 29th day of the fourth lunar month. Late spring and early summer.
At that time, I was in the third grade of elementary school and didn’t pay the tuition and book fees. I said that the Communist Party paid it for me and gave me a free discount.
Some troops moved into the front yard of Xiangjia courtyard. Even the department is in the side room of the front yard living room. Whenever I had a meeting, I would go to the front yard to see it curiously. The soldiers sat cross-legged all over the floor, the company commander and instructor stood, and the cultural instructor erected a small blackboard with the lyrics on it.The cultural teachers waved their hands and beat the beat, and everyone sang "Forward! Forward! Forward! - Our team is facing the sun, stepping on the earth of the motherland,..." "The sky in the liberated area is a bright sky, and the people in the liberated area like it so much. The democratic government loves the people. The benefits of the Communist Party are endless..." The song is bright and cheerful, and the mood of the people is also sung happily.
They ate big pot rice, and the children were very novel and they all watched around and took out vegetable and broth from the steaming big wooden barrel. Once, I was watching and my cousin called me, "Xi Xun, come home quickly!" I didn't know why I was back, but I just saw the adults' angry colors. Unexpectedly, an uncle from the People's Liberation Army brought a bowl of shredded pork noodle soup and followed me. My aunt asked me to thank me. I said thank you, and Aunt San poured this bowl of noodles with her own bowl. This was the first time I had eaten shredded pork noodle soup in my life. My father is old and sick, my mother dies, and my third uncle is unemployed, so I can only eat rice, pickles, etc. at home. In my eyes, the vegetable soup rice is delicious, and I can only eat meat during the Chinese New Year. As I grew older, the flavor became stronger.
Zhenhai Zhaobaoshan Aozhu Tower.
Zhenhaicheng is the sea to the north, and to the south is Yongjiang , and only the east and west are land. And to reach the -trick Baoshan feet in the northeast, you must pass through the East Gate.
Once on Sunday, I went to the east gate to play. As soon as I walked through the gap in the city wall, I suddenly heard someone shouting sternly, "Come on the road!" I was shocked, but when I saw it was my cousin, she laughed. It turned out that she was looking up the road while wearing Nabu shoes, which surprised me. Now I think about it, at that time, the Kuomintang army was still in Zhoushan, and there were occasional sounds of cannons on the sea. There are indeed spies in the city. Bai Junfang in Zhenhai was accurately bombed by enemy planes, and the big wall collapsed, crushing many working comrades to death. Can they be hit like this without intelligence? Checking the road lines is at least a psychological warning to the enemy.
In order to avoid the plane alarm, we also took Uncle San to hide outside the west gate, probably in the empty room of the relatives who were west of Zhang Jianzhu or Hou Shi. Sometimes we hid once a day and went home at night; sometimes we hid for a week. My cousin is now an elderly person, and I don’t know if I remember what happened back then.
The Communist Party came to the Communist Party until October 1, 1949, when all festivals became lively.
According to festivals, mass parades and celebrations are indispensable.
The guilds in the old society were in front of the big star, followed by flags and gongs, nine-lanterns, terraces, silk and bamboos, etc. In the new society, there is a five-star red flag in front of it. Behind the red flag, someone carries a large portrait of Chairman Mao Zedong and Commander-in-Chief Zhu De. Chairman Mao was wearing an octagonal hat and looked into the distance with thoughtful eyes; Commander-in-Chief Zhu smiled honestly. Next is a long column: the Drum Team. Usually people wearing white clothes, with a few big cymbals roaring, two to four drums , dozens of small drums , "dong-dong-dong-tul-tra, dong-dong-dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong-dong" knocking. Next is the waist drum team, "Dongba Dongba Dongba Dongba Dongba -Dongbo Dongbo -Cangbo -Cangbo -Cangbo -Cangbo -Cangbo -Back!" There is also yangge behind. Although it originated from northern Shaanxi, Zhenhai people are very authentic, swinging left and right, but they add a little charm of Jiangnan to their generousness. Next is the collective singing team. Then there are the people of each unit.
If it is night, you will encounter lantern festivals, with all kinds of lights, mostly animal shapes, as well as aircraft shape lights, etc. At that time, there were not many planes in the Communist Party, and the people who made aircraft lights became more and more proud. Their wish was that they had already taken off in the candles with bright lights on the plane. At this time, the stage in Zhongshan Park is often brightly lit.
parade ends and the performance begins. The performance level of the army art troupe is high. Peking Opera was staged, and there are few people in the south. I remember that there is a Mulan program. The most fascinating one is the "long-term" actor wearing a white battle robe, a triangle with four sides of the shoulders and a silver gun with in his hand. He fought with many actors who played "long-term" in armor. long weapons hit the air ping-pong, which is much better than short weapons.Once, there was an actor performing a fire gate in Peking Opera, which seemed to be inconsistent with the plot, but whenever an actor passed through the fire gate and landed in a somersault, the audience always applauded and cheered. At this time, often the elderly and children are unwilling to go home, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there are no people in the streets.
finally "put the box", "box" is fireworks, but it is not placed from the ground into the air, but is placed in a large corrugated box and pulled onto the flagpole to place it. A "box" was pulled up, lifting the dark hearts of the audience. The whole room was quiet. It starts to be released! I saw a crackling sound on the top of the flagpole, and clusters of shining flowers were flowing in the air, and the petals were scattered in the night sky. Finally, a large slogan suddenly hung in the sky in the light: "Long live the Communist Party of China!" Everyone cheered and applauded.
also encountered open-air movies. At that time, it was a black and white movie, and it was also a dense wall of people. A large rubber wheel cart from the north, pulled by two horses, drove from the upper right corner of the screen to the lower left corner of the screen. I sat on the People's Liberation Army's leggings circle and was stunned. Before liberation, there were no movies in a small town! On Saturday night, on the playground in the western part of Zhenhai Middle School, gasoline lamps roared, making the playground look like daytime, and the whole venue was filled with people dancing group dance . While people sang, "Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip of joy. On the Zhenhai Drum Tower, there are male and female artists who are talking about books. On rows of benches, the people who are listening to books are fascinated.
zhenhaishengpu Town Zheng's Seventeenth House .
More than seventy years passed in a flash. I still had several items that solidified time on my hand: a black and white photo, which was taken by a PLA soldier standing in front of the set of the warship and tank vehicles in the photo studio. At that time, our army was missing such advanced weapons. I guess he really wanted these things. The back said "Production has been imported" and was given to me. Until now, I don’t know why he gave me the precious photos - a strange child. I don’t know if there are people in China with the surname “Chan”, but I just feel that the People’s Liberation Army has always loved children very much. A commemorative medal, with the side portraits of Mao Zedong and Zhu De in the center, with sixteen red flags surrounding both sides, and the " East China Military and Political University commemorative medal" written below, and behind it is engraved "Political and Educational Class Li Update". There is also a bronze medal of Huaihai Battle. The pattern is the intersection of two bayonets on the spears. Just above is a five-pointed star emitting light, without a name behind it. Who are the two next? I have no impression of it at all. I moved around and moved my house many times, always carrying these treasures with me. I saw the morning light seventy years ago on these items. They fight to liberate us, and to liberate me. They definitely hope that the child and every child they meet will be successful for them and the motherland in the future. Today they don’t know where the world is, and I still remember it more than 70 years later. In my consciousness, the two words "Communist Party" and "People's Liberation Army" overlap and are inseparable. I have written about the People's Liberation Army many times, and I am indeed grateful. It's very simple, I'm also a poor child. They will always be in my memory. History is endless memory, as long as the memory is there, history is there.
1949's morning light shines in my heart forever, and from that day on, it has illuminated me as half an orphan so brightly. Reflecting on my life, I can comfort the PLA uncle. I am basically dedicated to my profession. I did not disappoint you, calling me a child and treating me as a friend. What a glory it would be!
Xiangjia compound has long been demolished, and the drum tower in Chengguan Town, Zhenhai is still there. The pavilions are towering, flying in the sky, and the stone walls of the drum tower are covered with green vines; the market is prosperous, the smoke of gunpowder dissipates, but thoughts crawl along the vines to the blue sky. Today's sun once shines on that historical day, but some soldiers have not been able to see today's sun.The sunshine of Dongsheng shines on the tiled roof of Dacheng Hall located on the campus of Zhenhai Middle School. The rear of Dacheng Hall was originally several houses, ancestral halls and temples where the People's Liberation Army garrisons were concentrated in the early Liberation period. Seventy years later, the small town was engraved with a new memory by the sun: reform and opening up. (The pictures in this article are provided by CFP)
Author profile: Jin Xixun, a member of Zhejiang Writers Association, Zhejiang Prose Society, Ningbo Writers Association, Hangzhou Shangcheng District Writers Association, and Hangzhou Shangcheng Qianjiang Literature Society. He has written two essay collections "Who Gives Me Sunshine", "Like the Times", "From the Sea to the Ocean" and long reportage. The collection of essays "Like the Years of Water" won the 2019-2000 Outstanding Literary Works Award of Ningbo Writers Association. The poem "Canal Boat Song" won the 2018 Beijing Social Science Federation's "Canal Story by My Side" National Essay Competition Award and the third prize of the original Jianggan District . The essay contest won the Ningbo Daily Outstanding Work Award many times. Essays and poetry have won many awards including Hubei Writers Association, Xingtai Writers Association, and Zhejiang Provincial Cultural Cadre Essay Competition. Other essays and essays are scattered in newspapers and magazines such as: "Literary Port", " essays Hundred Schools of Education ", "Prose World", "Spark", "Jianghan", "North and South".
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