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【Linqu Characters】
The falling snow has no traces of the heart
----- to pay tribute to Mr. Li Benyue
Tan Yougui
Li Benyue (February 1952 – January 21, 2022), male, Han ethnicity, Linqu, Shandong, born in February 1952, joined the party in November 1975, joined the party in October 1981, graduated from the Party School of the Provincial Party Committee, and was a member of the party group and deputy director of the Standing Committee of the Weifang Municipal People's Congress.
At 10:56 a.m. on January 21, 2022, Comrade Li Benyue passed away due to ineffective medical treatment.
Your hard-working leading cattle,
Why keep your head down and not take a bite of grass?
Your carefully bred house dog,
Will bite wildly round the full moon;
Your children and grandchildren,
It's like tearing open the huge canopy with a cry...
Your body that has been on earth for 71 years,
Withdrawn by a trace;
You have shed 71 years of blood,
is steamed dry by a drop,
Flesh and blood all return to the atmosphere.
At last
Only a pile of snow-white hard bones remained,
Covered with sheets from the sun.
It's the condensation of character,
This is the lamp of devotion.
You have left people with endless thoughts.
January 21, 2022 10 points 56 minutes,
The clock of your life comes to an abrupt end;
On the night of the 22nd,
At the foot of YiShan Mountain,
On the banks of the Mi River,
Covered in a white snow,
It's like the silver that the gods throw for their hometown fathers and elders.
At 10 a.m. on the 23rd,
At the coaching inn on the way to heaven,
Nearly a thousand people gathered to send off.
They face the frost,
The feet click and click the ice edges,
Pay homage to your soul.
"Comrade Ben Yue:
Both ability and political integrity,
Outstanding political achievements,
He is an excellent leading cadre who came out of Linqu! ”
This is the voice of a Kyoto general who "drank with the king".
It was and you grew up in a village
Along the same stream mi river
Towards the Chinese talents of the Guizhou Plateau,
His thousand words were only solidified into two words on the link: "Hometown friendship"
It's a confession with tears in your eyes.
The village officials in my hometown,
Holding the white-haired old man in the village,
Cloaked in frost
Came from home;
They use thick quilts,
Will this one
Wanderer who "walked along the Mi River to the great river of life"
Kneeling to take home.
Old tears ran down their thin faces;
How helpless are their slow pace;
Like a delicate wilted grass,
They could all be mixed up...
The ancient Qin Spring of Laolong Bay,
Choked up;
The mountains of Yeyuan,
It became a white.
In the cold whispers of the north wind,
It's like telling people
The moving story of this son of the mountain!
"He's up the hill less than a few miles from home
Carry the cover,
Don't go home once in a few months! ”
When the wife found him on the thorny mountain road,
Just a tear of tears.
It's resentment,
Or is it heart-wrenching?
From the pity in the eyes of the two men,
Naturally, you will find the exact answer.
I remember a winter 30 years ago,
When the reporter roamed the mountains to interview this "secretary of the mountain",
His unkempt hair,
Hands stained with dirt,
Sweat stained clothes that smell of bitter salt,
That dark smiling face,
With mountain-like loyalty.
It is difficult to connect with a township party secretary.
The road is open,
The mountains are green,
Shanshui Lintian Road
Full of life
This is you and the people of one land
Carefully painted natural oil paintings;
This is a brilliant masterpiece written deep in the mountains;
This is the real-life version of the "Fool" that shines forever in the contemporary era!
"Swallows latch on to the mud nest",
Reports soaked in the smell of earth and the feelings of mountain people,
Made headlines on the front page;
A magnificent song of sincere dedication and leading the people to get rich
Fly out of the Yimeng Mountains,
Sing the times sky!
This is the Anqiu Qingyun Lake in the south of the Saijiang River.
"Mountainless orogeny,
Lake without water"
In flowers and thorns,
Firmly believe in benefiting the people,
Boom:
"Rebuild an Anqiu City"!
This is a masterpiece written on the land of Anqiu;
This is a precious collection that nature has deliberately preserved;
This is the historical testimony of "changing the heavens and the earth, and man will triumph over the heavens";
This is for the descendants of Anqiu
Infinite wealth.
In the days after his glorious retirement,
He's like a waiter who never stops,
Sowing the seeds of spiritual and material civilization.
In the archives of the Association of Social Workers,
The names of hundreds of elderly people with white miasma are recorded.
It's him
Let this group of poor and helpless old people
The sun and flowers were seen again here.
They
From a retired veteran cadre,
See the excellent qualities of a Communist Party member;
He has made countless poor and difficult Dunhou mountain people,
I experienced the care and warmth of the party and the government.
"Long live the Communist Party!" of slogans,
Like Spring Thunder,
Shout louder here!
In the days of his retirement,
Not afraid of someone going to the house to "knock on the door";
Wherever you go,
People enthusiastically "opened the door" for him;
Civilians walked into his house
It's like walking through "your own door."
"Three Doors" retired cadres,
It shows that the people have a "on stage" and "offstage" cadre
Same loyalty and support!
In the world of his heart in his later years,
Shown in his circle of friends in the new era:
The Great General with the Sword Go Plough Rain;
Party and government cadres with honorable titles;
however
It's more of a dirt on your hands,
Civilians with cow dung on their feet.
Because he does not have a domineering bravado,
There is no dazzling stacking,
No raucous performances of political feasts;
Because of him
Connected with Yishan Mountain,
It is connected to the water of the Mi River
Enjoying the sunshine and the nourishment of the earth with the souls of all beings,
Just got it
With the unity of the vitality of Qiankun and the righteousness of the world,
Only then did he possess the fruits of the spring and autumn reincarnation given by the earth!
Remember the moment of confusion,
He was suddenly passionate about human affection:
Hand in hand
Transporting grandchildren home from school;
Talk passionately with your neighbors;
Talk to your children...
But
Lying in a hospital bed,
The smell of fireworks in this ordinary world,
But it became a luxury that he could never relive again!
The iron shoes of his suffering,
has been thoroughly worn;
His boiling blood and affection,
All in
Dedication in "Serving the Official, Benefiting one party"!
He smiled,
With satisfaction and unashamedness,
Left without any worries.
He stepped on the thick cotton,
The shoes are poured clean,
Not even a grain of sand was taken away...
The snow falls silently,
There are traces in life.
Aoyama has righteousness,
Tsukusan Bone to Miken;
Green water contains affection,
Comfort the soul and never say a word!
Tonight, I stayed up all night.
Re-read what you wrote but haven't published yet
Reportage one by one
"Rebuilding an Anqiu City"
Suddenly feel these words,
How pale and powerless!
A stack of drafts from ten years ago is still preserved here
Inside and Outside the Red Wall
It was his good friend "Chang Ma Lie" Chang Xi
Left behind before death
Unwritten
The Story of Beijing.
"Changma-Leninism" has a simple and philosophical language,
It is still lamentable to this day:
"This truth,
That truth,
Health and longevity is the last word! ”
East of the Mishui ring on three sides,
To the west is mingguang column Yagi.
In the cemetery of zhufeng, the homeland,
A new grave was added.
He was no different from the graves of his neighbors.
yes
Even the stone stele carved with "Jinan Qing",
A hundred years later,
Maybe it will be submerged by flood silt;
Inscribed in the chest of the people,
But it can be passed on by word of mouth,
In the blue heart of future generations,
Like a star that never fades,
Twinkle for generations!
Life is short and long,
Sit on Yagi and look at the slanting sun.
In fact
Heaven and Hell
It's very close,
When the impermanent drum skin is beaten,
The curtain of life will fall suddenly,
No one can escape.
Red dust billows like smoke,
Fame and fortune are easy to grow old.
East of the Mi River xiushui can be endowed with poetry,
To the west, it is bordered by Yagi MatsupaKusaki.
The dead are gone!
My People's Chants;
But mr. Cheng's benevolence,
Following the gentleman's yixing,
For the benefit of thousands of people;
Then Mr. Wan,
The spirit is immortal!
Why bother?
The earth is white;
On the graves of the hometown,
The incense of the wanderer's return to his hometown has been lit...
Rest in peace for the dead,
Lai Min is happy.
China Prosperity,
Mountains and rivers are unharmed!
(Tan Tonggui pen on the evening of January 23, 2022)
The author is a reporter of Dazhong Daily and the honorary editor-in-chief of the magazine "Rural Linqu"