Author: Xu Jun
Xiao Yan was shot in the chest, she grabbed the armrest of the hospital bed, supporting the unwilling to fall, her vision appeared beautiful hallucinations, blurred vision seemed to see herself after graduating from the People's Liberation Army Academy of Arts, singing her favorite song "Young Friend" on the big stage in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and other big cities, the audience under the stage continued to erupt into thunderous applause, fans sent her beautiful flowers and blessings, and the comrades in arms in the military and the classmates in her hometown also cheered for her offstage! Slowly, Xiao Yan's vision became more and more blurred; Slowly, she collapsed on the bed of the field hospital, her body still in front of the seriously injured, still with a sunny smile on her face.
After ten minutes of fierce fighting, the PLA fighters guarding the field hospital killed all twelve Vietnamese agents who attacked the field hospital. After the battle, when the big guys rushed to Xiao Yan's side, because the shot fired by the Vietnamese special agents just hit Xiao Yan's heart, and it was a penetrating wound, resulting in excessive blood loss, Xiao Yan had stopped breathing. "Xiao Yan! Xiao Yan! The comrades-in-arms present were all saddened by the unfortunate sacrifice of this beautiful battlefield flower and the kind auspicious swallow, and many comrades-in-arms were left with sad tears, and the seriously injured who survived the cover of Xiao Yan even beat his head and beat his chest and cried. ......
"Is it this place?" The commander's questioning interrupted the regimental commander's narration. At that time, the war was still going on, the artillery fire was roaring in the distance, and I braved the heavy rain to find Xiao Yan in the burial pit, and the eyebrows on Tuan Tuan's small face were still beautiful, and the rain washed her icy skin. I took off my raincoat and wrapped her up, wrapped her carefully, like a baby in her infancy, and carried her up into the pit.
Subsequently, the military commander and I changed xiaoyan into a new military uniform, and she looked so beautiful and dignified that we couldn't help but give her a deep military salute.
The commander looked at his daughter kindly, slowly took off his hat, and said softly, "Swallow, you are good!" It is glorious that you sacrificed your life for the country, and now that you can fly, you can fly with confidence! I'll tell your mother, you flew into the sky! ”
The regimental commander handed the commander a cassette recorder: "Commander, Xiao Yan is a real hero, she is the pride of our Chinese soldiers!" It was the only relic she carried with her. The military commander took the tape recorder with trembling hands, gently pressed the open button, and Xiao Yan's song came out of the tape recorder: "Young friend, why smile?" Have you ever thought of being a bird that greets spring! Fly all over the green mountains, fly all over the island, sing a spring song, ask hello motherland! Looking at the commander's painful and serious expression, listening to Xiao Yan's sweet singing, and then looking at Xiao Yan's sunny and lovely face, the regiment commander and I could not control the tears.
Since then, I have often listened to the song "Young Friend", and every year during the Qingming Festival, I have to go to the Guangxi Border Defense Martyrs Cemetery to see Xiao Yan, and with admiration, I will send her flowers and toast, a cup in front of her grave, a cup in my hand, and talk to her while drinking. Every time I touch her name engraved on the tombstone and the picture that doesn't change, I can't help but think of the time when I changed into a military uniform for her...
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