Source: China Youth Daily ( 2022-01-17 07 edition)
Editor's Note
What is BaoBao? BaoBao is "embrace", "guarantee", "protection", "tolerance", "ambition", "leopard change" and "treasure", which is a good way of life in youth, and it is also the warmest hug of beautiful youth and the world. In this issue of BaoBao, let's listen to the stories hidden in the hearts of these young people.
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Illustration: Cheng Xuan
My camouflage treasure
Bu Shenglin (26 years old) Is a master's student majoring in resources and environment, Research Center for Eco-Environmental Sciences, Chinese Academy of Sciences
It seems that taking off the uniform is still yesterday's thing, as if stepping into the barracks is still yesterday's thing, but why does yesterday's event stay in yesterday forever, not far away, not close to yesterday?
For a while, I often wondered, after I was discharged from the army, would my old squad leader also mention me like he mentioned to me as a former veteran? Or, like forgetting one veteran after another, forgetting me? I do not know.
I walked through it once, what was left behind, and what was taken away? What remains, think about it, is some of the comrades who have been killed, they are still wearing camouflage and holding steel guns. And taking away, too much. Over the years, I have not forgotten my identity for a day, not a day to forget my time in the army, not a day to forget those people. When will you forget? I don't think there will be such a day.
In fact, becoming a soldier has always been my dream. This dream dates back to when I was in the third or fourth grade of elementary school and wrote that essay titled "My Ideal." My father was a soldier, and when I was young, I liked to see pictures of his heroic military uniform. At that time, he often trained me, he would teach me to play military boxing, teach me to walk in horse steps, teach me to salute, and so on. In this way, under his influence, I grew up day by day, and the seed of being a soldier also grew up in my heart day by day.
In June 2015, at the end of my freshman year, when I saw the banners hanging on campus calling for enlistment, I was so excited that I resolutely chose to enlist in the army after consulting with my parents.
In September 2015, I put on the military uniform of my dreams and came to the army of my dreams. In the past two years, I have participated in joint land and air exercises, and in the ice and snow of minus 20 degrees Celsius, I and my comrades have lived in a field tent in the wild for more than two months. When I was stationed in the field, I saw the huge double rainbow after the rain in the Horqin grassland in the summer, and I was also accustomed to seeing the vast starry sky on the savannah when I stood guard at night. Of course, I have also experienced pulling exercises, 7 days, carrying more than 30 kilograms, hundreds of kilometers of distance. The next day, 11 blisters were grinding on my feet. That night, my squad leader turned on a flashlight and helped me break the blisters with a needle while saying to me: "The blisters on my feet are grinded by myself, and the road under my feet depends on you to walk, and only when you have actually walked this road can you understand the meaning of this." ”
When we were soldiers, we often said a sentence called "walking together is fate, walking together is happiness." In this way, with such a sentence, two years of military service time is fleeting.
On the day I was discharged, sitting on the bus that took me to the train station, I looked at the squad leader under the train, my comrades-in-arms, who were red-eyed, waving at me, saluting me, saying goodbye to me, and at that moment, my tears flowed out at once. To tell the truth, I have never cried after two years of being a soldier, but at the moment when I was about to separate from my comrades-in-arms, my tears flowed uncontrollably. I thought, at that time, I knew that I was about to leave my beloved unit, to leave my dearly beloved comrades-in-arms, and this parting, I don't know when it will be...
I don't know how many times I can have in this life, how many people I have met, which will make me nostalgic and nostalgic for the days and nights to come, but I can be sure that this time of the army and my lovely comrades-in-arms will always be alive in the depths of my soul, giving me the longest and most profound touch and influence.
To this day, I have always believed that I have made too little contribution to the troops, but the troops have given me too much and too much! The army made me understand what is responsibility, what is perseverance, and what is a real man! The army taught me bravery, taught me unity, and taught me to persevere and not give up!
Two years of military uniform, a lifetime of military soul. It is said that retiring from the army does not fade, and this experience of being a soldier has become a treasure in my life and has become my greatest confidence in the face of storms and tests. And this identity of a retired soldier not only shines on me, but also spurs me on.
Many years later, when I am old, I can proudly say that my time as a soldier is my own fanghua, my exclusive treasure of youth.
Leopard's Ambition (Science Fiction Fairy Tale)
Li Shuangji (30 years old) Is a doctoral student majoring in computer science at Shanghai University
Leopards paced in panic in the rockery garden.
What disturbed him was a video of a strange little boy who threw his storage device into the incubator and fled in a hurry. The leopard grabbed the storage device with its furry claws and put it into the reading machine, and then he saw an unacceptable scene.
The video shows a majestic leopard with golden fur looming in the grass in the sun. A gazelle walked over unsuspectingly. The leopard leapt past like lightning. Time seems to have a fault, and the camera suddenly jumps to the end of the story: the leopard completes a hunt.
The leopard trembled in fear and shrunk into the grass.
At this time, a sudden black shadow startled him. It was The Little Antelope, his best friend. Xiao Ling was very surprised to see his abnormality. But the leopard quickly escaped.
Contrary to the situation in the video, the leopard actually escaped from the gazelle.
The leopard felt that all the cells in his body were burning.
The scene of a leopard killing antelope in the video is unforgettable. But his friendship with The Oryx is also real. He grew up in a wildlife conservation park, and every month many children come to play with them; he and The oryx eat industrially made food every day; they use brainwave communicators to talk. But he also knew that the ingredients in their recipes were different.
"I have the soul of a leopard in my body, so why should I be a cat in a zoo?" But..." Leopard Leopard's heart is full of contradictions - both ignited by the scene in the video, and worried that he will hurt the children and the gazelle.
Every time he has troubles, he will seek the help of the intelligent old man - the last time he sought help was because he was pulled by a child's tail and was in a bad mood. And the intelligent old man taught him that he could gently pat the child's ass with his paws and tell him that if you do this to me, I will do the same thing - it is still a small leopard, and it is not strong enough to bring harm to the other party.
The intelligent old man had heard his voice.
"I'm a leopard and shouldn't be a kitten here. I always feel that my life now is very depressed and wrong. That video made me feel the rush of blood, and my ancestors were so majestic and mighty. However, I often feel that it is very happy to play with the gazelle, and other than that, I should not have other thoughts, let alone hurt it. ”
The intelligent old man laughed: "Scientists spend a lot of time solving the food supply problem of carnivores. There is no need to deprive herbivores of life, but also to maintain their lives, so there is industrially manufactured meat. ”
"I know, the food is delicious now." The leopard licked its lips and seemed a little hungry.
"Since this food chain conflict has been resolved, carnivores and herbivores have been able to live in peace." The intelligent old man said.
"But I always felt a primitive urge to be a carnivore in my heart..." said the leopard.
"Is it the original impulse, or the yearning for hard work after watching the video?" The intelligent old man asked.
"This..."
"Although you no longer need to fight daily to survive, the spirit of tenacious struggle is still a valuable thing in modern times. Not only for you, but also for herbivores. Life in the nursery park is too comfortable now, and it really lacks this spirit. The intelligent old man said.
"Not as good as ... Let's organize animal sports competitions? "The leopard made a clever move.
"A good idea! Unfortunately, I'm just a computer, and I can't exercise..." the intelligent old man said with some regret.
The Animal Games, proposed by leopards and leopards, began. Hurdles, tree climbing, forest jumping, swimming and other projects have finally allowed leopards to find their feelings as a leopard.
He noticed that the little boy who had secretly thrown the video to him had also come. He watched the hurdles of leopards and antelopes compete and danced contentedly.
The joy and vitality brought by sports infected every spectator and participant. Leopard's ambition is to make this happiness spread more widely.
As for the past fights, let them go away.
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Baby in the Heart (Fairy Tale)
Jiang Shidong (22 years old) is a student of Changchun Normal University
Little Wolf has recently had a new friend, a little boy in the human world named "Puppet". The doll's mother is the pig aunt who sells breakfast in animal town. The craftsmanship of the pig aunt is really good, the little wolf does not eat the breakfast of the pig aunt's family: chrysanthemum cake, fresh grass soy milk, petal buns...
The little wolf and the doll sat on the top of the mountain, and the south wind blew, and some dandelions on the top of the mountain flew into the sky, like small white umbrellas. The doll stood up and jumped to grab the dandelion in her hand. The little wolf also joined the game of catching dandelions, and laughter spread through the valley.
The idol thought of something: "Little wolf, do you know why it rains?" ”
The little wolf looked up at the sky and thought, "Yeah, why is it raining?" The little wolf said sheepishly, "I'm a little stupid wolf, and I don't know the answer." ”
The occasional doll became a little lonely: "Because the clouds have something sad." Little Wolf, do you have any sad things? ”
It turned out that the clouds would cry out because of something sad, and the tears fell to the ground and became rain. The little wolf thought for a moment, "Sad thing? I've always been happy, and there doesn't seem to be anything sad about it. ”
The doll leaned back against a cypress tree and said sadly, "I have a sad thing, my parents secretly went to heaven together when I was very young." No one took me in, but the kind mother pig found me and took me home. ”
The little wolf fox asked suspiciously, "Isn't Aunt Pig your mother?" ”
"I am a baby adopted by Aunt Pig..." The night rose, and the little wolf and the doll went home by the moonlight.
The little wolf ate the matcha honey cake made by his mother: "Mom, am I also your adopted baby?" ”
The little wolf's mother smiled and said, "You little stupid wolf, of course you were not adopted by your mother, you are your mother's own baby." ”
"What's the difference between the biological and the adopted?"
Mom thought about it: "It's no different, the adopters just didn't grow up in their mother's belly, but both the biological and the adopted will grow up in the mother's heart." ”
The little wolf nodded as if he understood, "By the way, Mom, in fact, it rained because the clouds were sad!" I don't want to be sad. ”
Early the next morning, the little wolf ran to Aunt Pig's house to buy breakfast. The business of the pig aunt's family is really good, and the small animals who buy breakfast are endless.
The little wolf took a bite of the petal bun: "Even, my mother said that the adopted baby just did not grow up in her mother's belly, but it still grew up in her mother's heart." ”
The doll looked back at the busy mother pig, and tears appeared in her eyes: "Don't talk about it first, I'm going to help my mother sell breakfast." ”
After taking a look at the busy figures of the doll and the pig aunt, the little wolf quickly ran home, because the mother, who was still empty-stomached, was waiting for a delicious breakfast!
Braised pork with abalone
Yang Hongtao (aged 25) is a master's student in the Department of Chinese, Fudan University
When I was a child, I heard my grandfather talk about a dish: braised pork with abalone. In Grandpa's description, the dish was tender and juicy, oil-stained, full of meat, and a mouthful of meat was irreplaceable. It was a dish that Grandpa had eaten with the leader in the big city of Chongqing when he was young. Chongqing may not be a big city in China, but Grandpa has never stepped out of the mountains several times in his life, in his understanding, Chongqing is a big city, and Chaotianmen is the most prosperous place in the whole of China.
"The abalone is surprisingly big one by one, and the meat is so thick!" Grandpa held out his index finger to his thumb, and there was a twinkle in his cloudy old eyes. Whenever he talked about this dish, he would definitely pull on a high-pitched voice and talk about how luxurious the hotel was, and he was extremely proud. Grandpa has been a farmer all his life, planting a lifetime of land, such a beautiful experience of ordinary rural people can not have, so Grandpa remembers very clearly, every year to tell me to listen. The dish of abalone braised pork has also become a symbol in Grandpa's heart.
My family has been farming for generations, and there have been some changes until my father's generation, but the family is not rich. When I was a child, my grandfather was in charge of the family and was bent on improving the conditions in the family. He often educated my father, and also taught me: to be a person and do things, to work hard, to eat hard and be bored. Grandpa got up early every day to do some work in the dark, earned dozens of yuan a day, and went home to eat when it was dark. After eating, he began to wash his big feet: he took off his liberation sneakers, first tapped with the head of the sickle, knocked off the dry dirt on his feet, and then began to wash his feet, washed out a basin of black water, and then appeared a pair of feet covered with deep and shallow ravines. Grandpa had savings, so he began to build a new house for the family, my family was the first person in the village to build a new cement house, and built two floors, pasted tiles, no foreign debt. Everyone in the village praised Grandpa for his ability. In the face of other people's praise, Grandpa was very happy, but he said: "It's still far from eating abalone braised pork!" "Under the influence of my grandfather, my family has a dream of "abalone braised meat", that is, through the efforts of generations, to make family conditions better.
When Grandpa began to grow old, Father took over the burden of the family. My father was one meter eight tall, and he also had great strength, and he was a good worker. My father inherited a pair of grandfather's big feet, which were rough and thick, and every day they stepped on the black dirt and traveled from place to place, earning the family a color TV, a washing machine, a bicycle, and a motorcycle.
Later, my father took my mother to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to work, and when I returned to my hometown, I looked like a changed person, dark and thin, and there were a lot of wrinkles in the corners of my eyes, not like the white and lean father in my memory, but my mother was fashionable. Grandpa asked his father if he had eaten abalone braised pork in Zhejiang, and he said, "No, the abalone fried rice has been eaten." Grandpa asked again, "Is there abalone in the abalone fried rice?" The father said, "No." Grandpa said, "Then you have to keep working hard." "My father worked as a mason and carpenter in the field, which was very difficult, but he also earned a lot of money. My father replaced the old furniture in the house with European style, and built a new kitchen and automatic flushing toilet. The peers in the village admired my father again. By the time he was in his forties, his father stopped working and returned to his hometown, choosing a life more suitable for him.
When I was in college, I felt that my father was getting older, and my grandfather was getting older, occasionally demented, and my ears were not awake. Small western-style buildings have been built in the village, and my family has bought a house in a small county town, and the family has moved in. In the face of the family's increasingly good situation, Grandpa was very happy. However, shortly after moving into the new home, my mother told me that my grandparents had only lived in the new home for two weeks and then returned. Grandpa couldn't find his way home on the busy street, and he was dizzy as soon as he got on the elevator. Grandpa has been diligent all his life, dreaming of buying a house in the county, turning the home of eating corn and sweet potatoes into a home of eating abalone braised meat, but when this dream is realized, he is not adapted.
Inheriting the character of my grandfather and father who did not accept defeat, I studied hard for half a year in my junior year, and was admitted to fudan university with a master's degree in Chinese, becoming the first graduate student in the village. I always felt that I could be admitted to Fudan and had something to do with "abalone braised pork", but I couldn't tell what the relationship was.
Last summer, I asked a friend to play on Weizhou Island. Weizhou Island is a place rich in high-quality seafood, we eat fresh shrimp and crab scallops every day, naturally abalone, not expensive. In recent years, with the improvement of living standards, abalone is no longer a precious ingredient, and ordinary people can afford to eat it. The abalone on Weizhou Island is big, rich in meat and full of juice, thinking of my grandfather, and just when I want to go back to my hometown for summer vacation, I bought some abalone and airlifted it home. I showed the abalone to Grandpa, and he just laughed, stupidly. According to the network recipe to make abalone braised meat for Grandpa to eat, I counted on him is very surprised, Grandpa looked at the still steaming meat, the eyes suddenly flashed a little light, but soon dimmed, he trembled and raised his hand, compared to a thumb, like than to me, but also like to everyone. I clipped a piece of meat into Grandpa's mouth, "Grandpa, abalone!" Grandpa smiled and chewed a few times, but couldn't help but frown, he was already too old, the abalone meat was also a little chewy, full of a large plate of meat, Grandpa only ate two pieces.
The family sat together, asked me about the latest situation, and pulled some homely, abalone braised pork was quickly eaten, I suddenly felt what a normal dish it was, and suddenly, some emotions arose in my heart.
Guard the lights of Wanjia wait for the spring flowers to bloom
Hao Kang (29 years old) Is an electric locomotive driver in the Yan'an locomotive depot
Listen, the distant and pleasant whistle that breaks through the winter sky is the clarion call for us to set off. In the cold winter season, whenever I drive the train and see the lights on both sides of the tracks, I feel proud in my heart.
My job is to drive a train full of "Ugin" along the Baoxi Coal Transport Corridor to central And Southern China and other regions, continuously transporting coal there and ensuring the supply of thermal coal. After working in the railway for 7 years, I dealt with these "steel dragons" every day. I am a Suide person, grew up in the land of northern Shaanxi, seeing the rapid economic development of northern Shaanxi in recent years, our changes are also the same day by day, I know that these are the dividends brought to us by coal resources.
This winter, the cold wave hit, and the demand for coal for power generation and heating in various places continued to grow. My hometown, Yulin, northern Shaanxi, is rich in mineral resources, and the reserves of coal, oil, gas, salt and other resources rank among the top in the country. In Yulin, under every square meter of land, there are 6 tons of coal. Every day, we drive 10,000 tons of trains to transport these coals to the north and south of the motherland through the Haoji Railway and the Baoxi Railway, alleviating the local coal tension and sending charcoal to the people there.
After the winter of this year, the coldest in northern Shaanxi reached minus 21 ° C. Listening to the master, in just 58 days, our China Railway Xi'an Bureau has shipped a total of 29.861 million tons of thermal coal, an increase of 44.2% year-on-year, which is also the reason for the sharp increase in our workload this year. At the end of 2021, during the epidemic in Shaanxi, in order not to affect production, the unit centralized and unified management of us, I have not seen my wife for more than two months. On the first day of New Year's Day, just after the night shift, my wife sent a WeChat message saying that I must do a good job of protection in my post, insist on carrying this time, and hope that the Spring Festival family can greet the Year of the Tiger together. Seeing this, my eyes instantly became moist. When you are tired, you are really tired, you can sleep without eating or drinking, you are homesick, and you also think of your wife. But the thought of my job allowing so many people to have electricity and heating in the winter, I felt that my suffering was worthwhile.
A while ago, I saw a thank-you letter from the Hubei Provincial Energy Bureau in the unit's official document system. When I saw the letter, I was also very excited, and I read it several times, because the coal train I drove was also shipped to Wuhan. At that moment, I really felt how proud it was to be able to warm a room and light a lamp for a city.
There is no winter that will not pass, and there is no spring that will not come. The Lunar New Year is coming soon, and although we can't go home for the time being because of the epidemic, I believe that as long as thousands of "we" stick here, we will surely usher in the day when spring blossoms.
Climb the tower and give half your life to each other
Tian Chenyu (26 years old) is a communication worker in the Hohhot communication section
Many people during the trip like to look out the window of the car. As a "tower climber" racing against the high-speed rail, racing against time, climbing faster, I can become a light in the beautiful scenery along the way.
The carriage of high-speed trains is under the unified command of the dispatch center. How the speed changes, how to stop at the station, this information depends on the antenna on the communication tower along the line, and our work area has jurisdiction over 21 such communication towers.
Working unobstructed in the open field, the higher you climb, the greater the wind, and the more obvious the shaking of the tower. Every time I climb the tower, I have to carry a 10-pound tool kit, and every time I climb, I hang a safety rope upside down, and the 45-meter-high tower is equivalent to the height of 15 floors, and I can now "climb to the top" in 15 minutes. And when I climbed the tower for the first time two years ago, I spent a full hour and a half, my eyes did not dare to look down, I felt that my body was blown up, and I was sweating in the ice and snow.
To repair the tower, it is necessary to work in pairs, one person climbs the tower and the other person watches. Every time I ascended, the master would watch at the bottom of the tower and communicate with me in real time about the climbing situation to "escort" me. When we reached the top platform, we needed to complete more than 10 projects such as cleaning the camera and measuring the tilt of the tower, which took at least 40 minutes. In order to ensure the accuracy of the inspection data, it is sometimes necessary to remove the gloves and hold the multimeter with the frozen hands, one test at a time. On the platform, you can clearly feel the tower swaying from side to side, and the body also sways with it, just like sitting on a boat. Overhead is the blue sky, in the distance is a vast snow field, the master on the ground, the hard hat is smaller than a red bean grain. The ladder is narrow, you can't wear too thick when climbing the tower, too bloated will affect the activity, in order to keep warm, we are plastered with "warm babies" on our legs and bodies every time.
The test of the tower operation is not only physical strength and psychology, not a smooth climb is a victory, but to ensure 100% safety every time is the real victory. Before each assignment, the master would reconfirm that my safety rope, non-slip shoes, and hard hat were properly worn, and finally tightened the seat belt. This habit of the master saved my life. Once about to reach the top platform of the tower, when changing the safety rope buckle, I accidentally got stuck on the leaning beam of the tower, and the sole of the foot slipped, and the body leaned back, and the safety buckle also slid down half a meter with the diagonal beam. At the critical moment, it was the tightened safety rope that firmly held me, and I was scared and stupid when my head was hanging upside down in mid-air, and I didn't dare to move. The voice of the master on the walkie-talkie made me steady my mind, under the guidance of the master, I firmly grasped the safety rope, slowly raised my head, probed under my feet to find the support point, stood up little by little, and slowed down for a long time after reaching the platform before continuing the task. After coming down from the tower, the master slapped me the back twice, and quickly checked whether I was injured. Afterwards, the master also let me copy the standardized operation process of climbing the tower 20 times, and as soon as I had time, I would accompany me to practice on the tower in the work area, and teach the skills of unbuttoning, hanging the buckle, and foot force by hand.
After climbing the tower for two years, my master Zhang Mulin and I have always been the closest comrades-in-arms, I watched when he climbed the tower, and he guarded when I climbed the tower. After experiencing countless "life and death" tests, it is no exaggeration to say that climbing the tower, half of his life was handed over to the other party.
Source: China Youth Daily client