It was an era of hero worship, and everyone wanted to imitate and be a hero every moment. Probably on the night of May Day, the commune projectionist came to our production team to screen "Reconnaissance Crossing the River". After watching it, my blood was boiling and my whole bo

It was an era of hero worship, and I wanted to imitate and be a hero every moment.

It must have been the night of May Day. Commune projectionist came to our production team to screen "Reconnaissance Crossing the River". After watching it, my blood was boiling and my whole body was full of heroic spirit.

Early the next morning, I made an appointment with my friends Yu Laosan and Zhang Laosan, and came to the edge of the Love River. They decided to learn how to swim across the river to send intelligence to the People's Liberation Army soldiers who crossed the river to conduct reconnaissance.

The temperature is still low in May in the north. Although the trees are green and the grass has grown, the river is still very cold. We took off our clothes and put them on the washing stone slab by the river, and swam naked under the river to the other side.

Children by the river are all aquatic. We swam to the other side and played "catching tongues" in the willow forest. We felt that the cold was unbearable, so we decided to swim back.

When I was about to swim to the place, I found a village girl washing clothes on the stone slab where I had put my clothes. The clothes were broken and I couldn't get to the shore. I had to climb ashore more than 100 meters downstream and burrowed into the willow trees. inside.

I can’t see whose girl it is, why she came to do the laundry so early. We feel so “hateful” that no one dares to get the clothes. I say whoever dares to “snatch” the clothes back is a hero. , they both looked at me, I looked at you, and they said in unison: Go, I will give this hero to you.

I'm not stupid either. If I'm labeled as a "little hooligan", my life will be over.

The three of us just hid in the bushes, shivering from the cold and chattering with our teeth involuntarily, until the village girl finished washing her clothes and left humming, "The commune is an ivy , and the members are all melons on the vine." We just came out and put on our clothes.

More than fifty years have passed, and that place has become a vast power station. There is no trace of the past, only a string of past events, making memories full of joy.

Think about it now, how could a seven or eight-year-old kid at that time have such complicated thoughts?