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w-479# Original author: Shao Min, the second generation of the Eighth Division Iron Forever Railway Soldiers 2020-06-01
When I was a child, the happiest thing for me was to act in a show. At that time, our Eighth Railway Division had to organize various unit performances every holiday, and our school's programs were indispensable. Our school has established a propaganda team, which often goes to the company and rural areas to perform condolences and "spread the fire" everywhere. I remember that in those days, happiness was like a wildly growing waterweed, rising unstoppably.
Especially during the Chinese New Year and holidays, when I was giving a performance report in the auditorium, there were my parents and familiar uncles and aunts in the audience. My face was smeared like a monkey’s butt and I had two Guo Jianguang eyebrows. Others said she was a girl from so and so, she was much taller. Shui Ling! Not to mention how moisturized I feel.
There once was a program called "The Long March" adapted from Chairman Mao's poems, in which little Red Army soldiers climbed snowy mountains and crossed grasslands. Every time, guided by the sound of gongs and drums and the fluttering red flag, I somersaulted all the way out, and I always received endless applause and frequent "eyes" from boys.
After class, we usually gather together. The activity hall on the second floor is the place where cultural programs are rehearsed. Childish songs are heard there every day, floating in the air, and every smell is full of sweet happiness.
Sometimes in the evening under the moonlight, we gather on the playground to rehearse "Laundry Song". A group of little girls help the People's Liberation Army wash clothes. Each person holds a washbasin in one hand and gently swings back and forth with the other hand. Liu Yongping, who plays the role of the People's Liberation Army, held a military uniform in his hand, and the girls scrambled around him, like a group of ants surrounding a grain of rice, and they were busy and happy. I remember the last sentence: rub it, rub it, rub it quickly, hehe! I always sing poorly, and as I sing, it becomes "wrong, wrong, wrong step, hey!
The most popular thing is the convening of the "Ninth National Congress", and the division headquarters has to participate in the celebrations in Chuxiong Prefecture. Because the division headquarters was at that time The propaganda team only had male soldiers, so they went to the school to borrow girls. I still remember that that morning, all the students in the school were there. When we gathered on the playground to do recess, the handsome and handsome commander of the People's Liberation Army grabbed my braid and said, "She is the one!" My face was so happy that it was like a blooming chrysanthemum.
On the big day," the parade marched toward the venue in a mighty way. On the road, gongs and drums were played and firecrackers were played. I was dressed like a butterfly. Surrounded by a group of uncles from the People's Liberation Army, I stood on a newly decorated float, holding a paper "Big Mango from Chairman Mao" in my hand. Now, it feels so good.
After a while, suddenly. Then there was a trend of studying "model operas". The person in charge of the school propaganda team was Teacher Sun, who had just come from the Beijing Railway Corps Art Troupe. She was responsible for selecting the script and the actors. The script was excerpted from "". The scene where Li Yu and were arrested.
htm. l0Li Yuhe is played by Wang Chunlin, a sophomore in junior high school. He is the mainstay of the school propaganda team. In the few programs for boys in that popular era, he mostly played the role of a bright-eyed red soldier who would rather die than surrender to the Eight Route Army. He is witty and brave. This performance is like a red child of an enemy bandit. Li Yuhe's important task naturally belongs to him.Grandma Li also has it. Ma Jian, who is in the first grade of junior high school, is dark, fat and has a thick voice. The teacher asked her to try her moves
Li Tiemei. It's a bit hard to find . That is to say, you need to be handsome, have a good voice, and not sing out of tune. Because Xipi Liushui "has a loud heart" is the highlight.
The teacher has a hard time. My throat is not good, my throat is good but not beautiful. I feel sour.
Teacher Sun frowned and said to me: Min'er, who is in fifth grade, is very suitable, but she is too squeamish and cries easily.
The principal said: This is so. Don’t pick it when the time comes. It’s acting anyway, so just don’t cry on stage.So this glorious and arduous task fell on me.
I don’t know why, starting from fifth grade, boys and girls suddenly stopped talking to each other. The students' eyes were all bright and clear. Anyone who spoke to anyone would immediately be ridiculed by the students around them, and the rehearsal program also became awkward.
That summer, the green leaves began to become rich and the sunshine became infinitely bright. After class, the sun had not yet set. We gathered in the activity hall on the second floor to rehearse "Red Lantern".
I remember Wang Chunlin was very tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, fair and fair. He always wears a blue plaid shirt, green military trousers, and "loafers" with white edges and black corduroy.
I still remember that summer, the afterglow shone through the window on his face and on his body, surrounded by a dazzling halo. At that moment, a thought suddenly popped into my mind: It would be great if I had a brother like him.
However, I remember that he hardly even looked at me. During the break, he was laughing and joking with the boys who were playing spies, throwing back his neck and laughing like Li Yuhe. When we rehearsed, his face was... It was so tight, as if he was really surrounded by spies.
still remembers that I had to call him "Dad" several times during the plot. At the beginning, every time I called him daddy, his eyes showed a triumphant smile, and he agreed very happily, as if he had taken advantage of him. But then I started to feel inexplicably annoyed, and I didn’t know why.
And when he was being escorted away by several secret agents, I had to catch up and call him daddy, and then put a scarf on him. He was tall, so every time at this time, he would lower his head, and I would have to stand on tiptoes to give him something. Surround.
I remember that on the day when the performance was reported, many leaders came and the audience was crowded. When putting on makeup, Ma Jian's fair face was painted light brown, and many wrinkles were drawn on his forehead and corners of his eyes with a black brush.
I have a very long fake braid attached to my braid. It’s too short and I can’t be like Li Tiemei, who pulls the braid behind her back with both hands and grits her teeth to show off. Wang Chunlin had a piece of candy in his mouth. The teacher said that he looked like Li Yuhe: he had a lump of meat on the other side.
Before the start of the class, Teacher Sun specially held a small meeting for us, and also told Wang Chunlin not to keep his head down all the time, but to look ahead with his head held high.
As soon as the curtain opened, the lights on the stage were blinding, and the audience was completely dark.
Grandma Li said: Come! Drink this bowl of wine before leaving!
Li Yuhe took the bowl handed over by Grandma Li, drank it all in one gulp, showed the bottom of the empty bowl to everyone, and then said: Thank you, Mom! He sang to his mother: "Drink her a bowl of wine before leaving, and I will be full of courage..." He raised his right hand high and waved it in a circle, and then vigorously patted his appendix (it is said that the place where the gallbladder is located). .
turned around and sang to me again: "Xiao Tiemei goes out to sell goods. It depends on the weather. You must memorize the current accounts..." I looked at him, blinking my tears and nodded desperately. After
finished singing, he made a beautiful appearance and turned around to leave the stage; then I shouted: Dad! He took off his scarf and ran towards him.
Unexpectedly, this time he raised his head but refused to lower it. I failed to hang it up once, and it still didn't work even when I stood on tiptoes. Another time, it didn't work when I jumped up like a rabbit. I was so angry that I threw my warm scarf to the ground and turned around, crying. Manmian ran off the stage.
The actors on the stage were immediately dumbfounded. Teacher Sun was beside the curtain and was so anxious that he shouted to the stage, "Say the lines! Say the lines!"
The actor who played Hatoyama finally spoke: " Adjutant Luan , tell me where the contact map is hidden!"
Li Yuhe said; "Commander Hu, if you want me to hand over the secret code, stop dreaming."
The audience immediately listened to the incoherent lines on the stage. Make a mess.
The next day I was invited to the principal's office and received serious criticism. Teacher Sun complained to me with a sigh: Why do you have so many tears?
In the following days, I studied and rehearsed quietly, but the grass that resented Wang Chunlin in my heart grew like crazy. I couldn't figure it out. Even if the teacher said he liked to bow his head, he wouldn't take it out on me.
Since then, I have never acted on the same stage with Wang Chunlin. He was always blowing here and there like a gust of wind in school. I hate him, I hate him for uprooting the green grass that had just grown in my young heart. In those days, there were always clusters of nameless fires of sadness, hidden and burning secretly in my heart. Many years later, when I looked back on the past, I was very surprised. In those ignorant years, were there buds of love among the grasses of hate? I have no idea.
Except for the dialogue during rehearsals, I don’t remember whether I spoke to him, but since that performance, I clearly remember that I never said a word to him again. Later, he graduated and went to the countryside, went to university and went abroad. Slowly, his image faded away from my mind.
Many years later, at a party by chance, a classmate introduced him, but I couldn’t find any trace of him from back then. He is much fatter, slightly bald, has a beer belly, and is not as tall as me. And he recognized me at a glance, held my hand and kept saying: Tiemei, Tiemei!
That night, the students seemed to have returned to their childhood, singing and dancing like crazy. Wang Chunlin and I sat in a corner on one side of the room, holding wine glasses and sipping slowly, recalling the scenes when we rehearsed the program together.
At this time, what appeared in front of me through the wine glass was still the handsome young man.
I know that we are separated and separated from each other. I have put aside the question for thirty years. If I put it aside any longer, I will die in my heart. So I asked him: Why did you do that to me?
He lowered his head slightly, showed the same smile as when he was a child, and said softly: In fact, at that time, how much I wanted to hear you call me brother!
(Editor: Caiyun Chaiyue, Yuanyuan)
Source: Xinhua Forever Railway Soldier
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