In 1941, Zhu De was in Yan'an
One day in December 1940, on the ancient loess slopes, a group of "little soldiers" dressed in the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army were slowly marching on the trails of the ravine. The more desolate they walked, the colder they walked, as if the road had no end at all, and whether it was far or near, it was as dead as silence.
Such a special squad consisted of a dozen underage children, three adults and a carriage, with adults leading the way and children huddled in cramped carriages. The dry climate of the loess slopes has made the children's lips all dry, although it has just rained last night, but it has not given the children a little moisture, but it has made the road muddy, and the wheels have splashed a series of mud on the children's thin bodies.
Suddenly, a strong voice cut through the dead sky!
“
listen! What was that?
"One child was the first to ask.
What song is this? It's so good!
Another child said.
There was another burst of cheerful singing, and the adults stopped the carriage that was advancing, and the children brushed up their gray faces in unison and looked in the direction where the song was wafting.
It was a unique tune that belonged to northern Shaanxi, and a majestic northern Shaanxi man was singing loudly on the other side of the mountain beam:
The red sun and the blue sky... ay!
The sister of Bai Fangya... Standing on the side of the road,
Teardrops flowed from that hairy eye...
……
My brother, when he wins the battle, he returns home, and comes to hold my sister's hand... ay......
”
When the children heard such a song, they all cried out with excitement, regardless of the cracked corners of their mouths, because they knew that hearing this song was not far from their destination.
At this time, a little girl even pulled her throat to learn to hear the northern Shaanxi tune and sang:
Blue sky... ay! Hold my sister's hand...
"Haha...
The children grinned and laughed in unison, not noticing that the cracked corners of their mouths had been ripped open again, and bright red blood beads were flowing out.
This girl was none other than Zhu De's long-lost daughter, Zhu Min, who was only 14 years old that year.
These children are revolutionary descendants who have been separated from their parents for many years, some parents have become martyrs, some parents are fighting the front line, and it was Zhou Enlai who brought them back through the underground party. The common destiny has brought these children together, and they have supported each other, helped each other, and waded through mountains and rivers, just to come to the revolutionary holy land in their minds - Yan'an!
Each of them was dressed in wide military uniforms with red cross armbands on their arms. Because they would pass through several cities ruled by the Kuomintang on their way to Yan'an, it was impossible for them to pass through the heavy blockades. Therefore, in accordance with Zhou Enlai's instructions, the staff of the Eighth Route Army Office gave them a nursing school diploma and disguised them as a nurse team on the front line to ensure that the road was unimpeded.
The song of the Hanzi in northern Shaanxi gradually faded away, but the children became more and more excited, they experienced more than a month of wind and rain, and finally came to the end!
The carriage continued to hurry, but the road became more and more difficult, and the lofty mountains ahead made the carriage impassable, so the children had to get off the carriage and walk.
Father, what a familiar and unfamiliar name, for 14-year-old Zhu Min, she fantasizes about her father's presence almost every day. He must be a tall, handsome and tall man, and he must also be a kind and gentle father, and whenever he fantasizes about his father, Zhu Min's heart can become solid.
Now, seeing Yan'an slowly approaching, the illusion she once had was about to become a reality, and she became worried and uneasy.
Zhu Min (second from right) with his loved ones
What kind of person was my father? Is it really like her fantasy, or will it break those illusions? The collision of reality and fantasy makes the child a little uneasy, and she is both eager and afraid.
As long as you walk one more mountain road, the answer to everything will be revealed, and the father who has fantasized for 14 years will soon become a real person!
Zhu Min was thinking as she walked, and the girl's thoughts were suddenly pulled into reality by a burst of cheers, and on the horizon in front of her, there was clearly the pagoda mountain in Yan'an!
We're in Yan'an! We're in Yan'an!
"The cheers from the children were incessant!
At that time, there was a snow in Yan'an, and the once pristine yellow earth was wrapped in a gorgeous silver suit, and the snow shone brightly under the sunlight. The children sat in the rickety carriage again, this time heading directly to Yangjialing, the seat of the central authorities.
Horse-drawn carriages pass through the city, and the wounds of war are palpable. The bombed city was littered with ruins and scorched trees. But the pagoda towering in the middle of the city is still shining, and he stands tall and upright, showing the vile invaders the spirit of Chinese arrogance! Many adobe houses have been built on both sides of the road, as well as shops, workshops and food stalls, and the crowd is bustling and very lively!
From time to time, the children would see teams of the Eighth Route Army, who looked no older than the children. The staff who led the team told them that this was the children who came to Yan'an last year and the previous year, and most of them were homeless orphans who came to Yan'an all the way begging for food. They came here with no other wish, that is, to go to the front line to fight the devils and avenge their loved ones!
The children immediately began to discuss:
I'm going to go to the front line to fight devils too!"
Right! I also want to join the Eighth Route Army!
Me too!
The staff heard them and smiled and said, "
You guys... I can't see it, I'm too young!
All right! You underestimate us! We are going to be the Eighth Route Army!
Everyone shouted in disbelief.
You guys, you have to study first, and if you can't go to the front line later, you have to listen to the organization's arrangement...
In this way, the children chatted and rushed to the road.
Suddenly, the staff leading the team shouted:
Yang Jialing arrived... drive!
With the rush of the horses' hooves, rows of cave dwellings appeared on the hillside ahead. The carriage turned into the gate of Yangjialing and came to Pingba under the slope of Yangjialing Mountain.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in military uniform walked toward this side in the distance.
It's Daddy!
Zhu Min did not know how to recognize his father and blurted out.
daddy! daddy!
Jude also recognized his daughter at a glance in the distance, and rushed over, and he came to the carriage and took her down!
The child had prepared so many words to say to her father, but at this moment, she could not say a word, just in her father's arms, and she could not cry!
Zhu De wiped the tears from the corners of the child's eyes with a warm hand and coaxed:
Good boy! Don't cry, don't cry! It's time to laugh! You know, many dolls don't live to see daddy and mom and dad one day...
This was the first time 14-year-old Zhu Min saw her biological father and heard his voice for the first time, a moment she will never forget!
Zhu Min and her cousin took a group photo with their grandmother and aunt before they left for Yan'an
Sue says:
Gratitude, this is the first word that comes to my mind after reading this story, and it is also the most direct emotion in my heart at this time!
Gratitude has allowed me to live in such a peaceful era, grateful for countless martyrs who have exchanged their lives for today's prosperous and prosperous world, and grateful for generations of Communist Party members who have created such a happy world for us.
We no longer have to endure the pain of displacement like the children we once were, and we no longer have to fear that cruel demons will take the lives of our loved ones at any time.
Thanksgiving to the revolutionary martyrs who built the Great Wall with flesh and blood, as the International Song sings: "There has never been a savior, nor a god emperor!" "It is you who save us, you are the most ordinary people, and you are also the people we most respect!"
Now that the spirit of our ancestors has been passed down to our generation, we must not fail to live up to the happiness that our predecessors exchanged for with their lives, and we must continue to dedicate every part of our strength to the construction of a great socialist China with a grateful heart!
Let's keep fighting!
Reference: Zhu Min, "My Father Zhu De"