1976 was an extremely sad year for China. In that year, the great leaders Premier Zhou, Commander-in-Chief Zhu De, and Chairman Mao were lost. What is even more distressing is that China has suffered from the once-in-a-century Tangshan earthquake, and a succession of unfortunate events have shrouded the entire Chinese land in a haze.
On January 11, Premier Zhou's body was sent to the Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery for cremation as planned. Deng Yingchao looked at the beloved in front of him, holding the coffin with tears in his eyes and said: "Enlai, you have suffered too much in this life... Finally can rest in peace. Have a good rest... Go to sleep. ”
The staff of the crematorium noticed the scheduled time and said: "Let's take one last look at Premier Zhou again, the time is up!" ”
As Premier Zhou's body was slowly pushed into the incinerator, everyone in the venue could not suppress their emotions, and they cried loudly and said: "Premier Zhou, go all the way!" ”
At the same time, just after Premier Zhou's body was cremated, a strange news came from Babaoshan Village, and the village chief said in shock after witnessing the scene in front of him:
"Even the Dragon King is saddened by Premier Zhou's death!"
On that cold winter night, the moonlight shone on the courtyard of Zhongnanhai, illuminating a quiet study. The bookshelves were filled with the accumulation of wisdom, and in front of the desk, sat a gray-haired old man, that was Premier Zhou Enlai.
Premier Zhou sat there silently, his hand gently rubbing his chest, and a faint smile appeared on his face. However, behind this smile hides his anxiety and helplessness. A few months ago, he learned that he had bladder cancer, a cruel disease that was raging in his body, causing him endless pain every day.
However, Premier Zhou chose to keep this fact deep in his heart and did not tell anyone, not even his beloved wife, Deng Yingchao. He cares about the country and the people, always adheres to the belief of dedicating himself to the country, and does not want others to worry about him, let alone delay his time for the country.
However, the attentive Marshal Ye Jianying noticed the change in Premier Zhou's body. In the past, Premier Zhou was full of energy and spirit, but now he is exhausted and unable to support him. Through observation and investigation, Ye Shuai gradually became aware of Premier Zhou's secret.
One day, Marshal Ye Jianying came to Premier Zhou's office angrily. As soon as he pushed the door in, he asked loudly: "Enlai, don't you want to live?" ”
Premier Zhou smiled slightly, looked at Ye Shuai and said, "Jianying, what's wrong with you?" ”
Ye Shuai took off his hat, threw it heavily on the table, and said angrily: "Are you still pretending? How long are you going to hide it from us? ”
Premier Zhou's smile gradually disappeared when he heard Ye Jianying mention this issue, and he sighed deeply and said, "Alas, don't tell anyone, especially the chairman. ”
This short answer was filled with Premier Zhou's helplessness, sadness and pain.
Ye Jianying looked at Premier Zhou, who was eclipsed in front of him, put down his anger, and patiently exhorted: "Enlai, I know your worries about the country and the people, but you must stay healthy to continue to fight for them." Please heed my advice and hurry up to get treatment. ”
At the insistence of Marshal Ye Jianying, Premier Zhou was finally arranged to enter the Beijing 305 Hospital for treatment. During his hospitalization, Ye Jianying came to visit him almost every day, and he always stood by Premier Zhou's side and gave him firm support and care.
However, the doctor told Ye Jianying that Premier Zhou's condition was very serious, and the cancer cells were spreading and were difficult to control. When Ye Jianying heard the news, his heart was full of helplessness and pain, but he did not give up hope.
One day, he came to Premier Zhou's hospital room and looked at Premier Zhou lying pale on the bed, and his heart was full of endless guilt and heartache. Premier Zhou looked at Ye Jianying and said with a smile: "Jianying, I know that my condition is already very serious. ”
Ye Jianying was silent, and he looked at Premier Zhou, hoping to find a word to comfort him. However, Premier Zhou suddenly turned his head, looked at the night sky outside the window, and said softly: "Remember the year you entered the Whampoa Military Academy?" At that time, you had a hot temper and always liked to argue with people. Now it seems that you have not changed at all. ”
Ye Jianying listened to Premier Zhou's words, his eyes gradually moistened, and responded with a smile: "Yes, we were always noisy back then, but now when I think about it, it seems like yesterday." His voice revealed deep emotion and endless nostalgia.
On that cold winter night, the two great men faced the passage of time together, and they interpreted the true meaning of friendship with spiritual communication. Although Premier Zhou Enlai's health deteriorated day by day, Marshal Ye Jianying was always by his side and gave him strength and support.
On the cold winter night, Zhongnanhai is filled with a sad atmosphere. Deng Yingchao watched Premier Zhou being pushed out of the emergency room, her legs weak and unable to support herself. Painful tears rolled down her and she pinched her legs hard, hoping that the pain would bring her back to consciousness.
Premier Zhou's death was like a huge blow that completely tore Deng Yingchao's heart apart. She knelt in front of Premier Zhou's hospital bed, her hands touching his cold forehead, tears dripping down his pale cheeks. Grief-stricken cries echoed in the empty ward: "Enlai, wake up, look at me again, I beg you..."
However, Premier Zhou's eyes remained closed and there was no response. Deng Yingchao's voice trembled more and more, and she tightly grasped Premier Zhou's hand, as if she wanted to convey her love and thoughts through touch: "Enlai, did you hear that?" I have always been here, accompanying you, both rain and shine. ”
However, silence answered her call. Premier Zhou had fallen to eternal sleep, his face calm and solemn, as if he was sleeping there peacefully. Deng Yingchao burst into tears, fell helplessly on the side of the bed, and the desolate cry echoed in the room, reflecting the entire Zhongnanhai even more sadly.
Time flowed slowly in Deng Yingchao's crying, and after a few hours, she calmed down a little. She stroked the party emblem worn on Premier Zhou's chest, and her eyes flashed with firmness and strength: "Enlai, you have paid your whole life for the country and the people, now, let me inherit your legacy and continue your career." ”
The cold wind roared, blowing away the clouds in the sky and taking away people's tears. The villagers of Babaoshan Village stood silently by the spring, gazing at the dry wellhead. The sorrow in their hearts has long penetrated into the marrow, as if even the spring water of the earth has been touched by this endless sorrow.
On that cold winter day, Babaoshan Village was shrouded in silence. Everyone prayed silently, hoping to find answers and unravel the mystery.
The village chief stood in front of everyone, staring at the vast mountains and forests, his eyes revealing endless thoughts and helplessness. He remembered Premier Zhou and his life's struggles and sacrifices. He believed that there are things in this world that cannot be explained scientifically, that are beyond our understanding, but that are real.
Suddenly, the village chief raised his head and looked at the clouds in the firmament. He felt an indescribable force, as if there was some kind of existence in the universe silently guarding them.
Gradually, their eyes focused on the village chief, expecting him to give an explanation that would give them a moment of peace in their hearts.
The village chief took a deep breath, and a determined look appeared on his face. He said in a soft and firm voice: "Perhaps, we can't explain all this with common sense. Premier Zhou has dedicated his life to the country and the people, and his dedication has touched many people. Perhaps, there are forces in this world that are beyond our comprehension. At the moment of Premier Zhou's cremation, the tears of the Dragon King moistened the earth and dried up the well. ”
Everyone listened, and their hearts were calm. Instead of pursuing a scientific explanation, they accepted it beyond the ordinary. They believe that Premier Zhou's departure is not a real departure, and that his spirit will always be with them.
Since then, the people of Babaoshan Village have regarded this dried up well as a memorial, a symbol of Premier Zhou's great deeds. Whenever they saw the well, their hearts were filled with respect and gratitude.
The years have passed and time has passed, but the villagers of Babaoshan Village have always maintained their admiration and nostalgia for Premier Zhou.
Every winter, when the cold wind blows, the villagers still gather around the dry well, gently caressing the hard stone wall. They told their descendants that this was where they were once leaders and gave everything for them.
On that cold day, the villagers always fell into an eerie and mysterious tranquility. They firmly believe that the tears of the Dragon King are still flowing, but they are no longer revealed to the world. They believe that the dried up well carries a legendary story and is a symbol of Premier Zhou's selfless dedication.
With the passage of time, the development of Babaoshan Village is changing with each passing day. Today, this once obscure village has come to life and become a bustling scene. However, the villagers never forgot Premier Zhou, and they passed on his spirit from generation to generation.
In the center of the village, a majestic monument rises. The inscription is engraved with the name of Premier Zhou and his great deeds. On the anniversary, the villagers hold solemn and solemn ceremonies to express their deep respect to Premier Zhou.
Babaoshan Village is no longer an ordinary village, but has become an important cultural site. Every year, tourists come to pay high tribute to Premier Zhou. They come here and feel the thickness of history and the sublimation of emotion.
In the story passed down from generation to generation, the image of Premier Zhou has become more and more sacred. His dedication and sacrifice became a source of strength for the villagers' struggle. They always kept in mind Premier Zhou's instructions and worked hard for the prosperity of the village.
In Babaoshan Village, everyone has a dry well in their hearts and a deep affection for Premier Zhou. They believe that the well is not only a testimony of a legend, but also a place for the soul to rest.
Since December 1975, Premier Zhou's health has deteriorated dramatically. He almost completely lost his appetite and could not swallow even a mouthful of food properly. In order to ensure his normal nutritional intake, he had to feed through the esophagus.
Whenever Li Na saw Premier Zhou on the hospital bed surrounded by various pipes, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She witnessed him suffering severe pain, even blood in his urine. But Premier Zhou always smiled and comforted the crying little nurse: "Child, don't worry about me, I'm fine." ”
Although Premier Zhou's face was thin and thin from illness, he still insisted on attending the "Fourth National People's Congress". At the meeting, every time Premier Zhou spoke, his pain was beyond the limit he could bear.
However, in order not to let others see his sick side, he ran outside the venue alone, endured the severe pain, and then returned to the venue to continue the meeting. He still showed the best in him to the crowd, because he didn't want anyone to worry about him.
A few days before Premier Zhou's death, he felt that his time was not far away. He told his wife, Deng Yingchao: "After I die, please dissect my body and collect relevant data, so that I can also contribute to the medical cause in the mainland." ”
Although he knows that his time is short, he still hopes to do something more for the country after he dies. All the leaders of the countries who had contact with Premier Zhou were full of praise for him.
Nixon praised him as one of the world's most prominent statesmen, and Kim Il became a memorial to Premier Zhou by building a sculpture in North Korea, becoming the only sculpture in North Korea to commemorate foreigners.
In the windy and snowy village of Babaoshan Mountain, the villagers' hearts were as heavy as ice and snow, immersed in the grief of Premier Zhou's death. They silently lined up, staring at the hearse slowly driving past Chang'an Avenue and heading in the direction of Babaoshan Mountain. The cold wind seemed to be unable to stop the heat in their hearts, and everyone's eyes were moist.
In that feudal era, people still harbored faith in the existence of gods. They believed that Premier Zhou's great deeds moved the Dragon King and dried up the well water. This explanation gave the villagers a touch of comfort in their grief, and they saw Premier Zhou's efforts and sacrifices as a better life for future generations.
With the passage of time, Babaoshan Village gradually returned to calm. A flame burned in the hearts of the villagers, a strong sense of mission. They deeply understand that they carry Premier Zhou's legacy and expectations and want to pass on his spirit.
Babaoshan Village began to change. The villagers organized themselves and actively engaged in the cause of building their hometown. They restored old houses, cultivated farmland, and developed farming and animal husbandry. Everyone uses their own hands and sweat to bring prosperity and hope to the village.
The children in the village grow stronger and more proud. They gathered together to listen to the stories of Premier Zhou told by their elders and admired this great leader. They are determined to inherit the spirit of Premier Zhou, study hard, and strive for the realization of the Chinese dream.
And that well, in the hearts of the villagers, became an invisible monument. Whenever villagers pass by the well, they silently gaze at the well, recalling Premier Zhou's greatness and all he has done for the country. They were convinced that the drying up of the well was just the Dragon King's silent farewell to Premier Zhou, and this wordless tribute would always be remembered in their hearts.
Babaoshan Village gradually became a place of hope and struggle. The villagers not only improved their lives, but also actively participated in the tide of national construction. They gave without complaint, as if they saw Premier Zhou's encouragement to smile at them.
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