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Text|Xiaofeng talks about history
Editor|Xiaofeng talks about history
preface
Before dawn in September 1949, Song Zhenzhong, an 8-year-old boy, knelt on the cold floor, holding a pencil in both hands. His immature face was full of tears, but he still bravely straightened his spine. In front of him, there was an executioner with a sharp blade, who was grimly looking down at this small body. An eight-year-old child bravely took up righteousness in order to protect the faith of the revolution.
First, the difficult course of that era
Little Radishhead's parents, Xu Linxia and Song Qiyun, were both members of the Communist Party and worked hard to resist Japan and save the country. His father, Song Qiyun, was an advanced element, who was admitted to Jiangsu Sixth Normal School at the age of 16, the Whampoa Military Academy in 1926, and the Communist Party of China in 1927.
Radish Head's mother, Xu Linxia, was born in Pi County, Jiangsu in 1904 and received a good education since childhood. After being forced into marriage by his parents, Xu Linxia became more aware of how much feudalism in the old society hurt women, so Xu Linxia decided to go to Wuhan and join the training course of the Jiangsu Communist Party. In the training class, Xu Linxia and a group of like-minded partners became close friends.
Xu Linxia's favorite is the gay man named Song Qiyun. At that time, Song Qiyun's family was poor, and Song Qiyun still owed a debt. Originally, Song Qiyun's parents hoped that their children could graduate from school and make more money, but who knows, Song Qiyun chose to join the party.
His parents did not oppose Song Qiyun's decision, but worked harder to provide for Song Qiyun's education. What Song Qiyun didn't eat, that is, he nibbled on sweet potatoes every day, and wanted to drink a mouthful of porridge, which was a luxury. But even so, Song Qiyun's enthusiasm for revolution is still very high, and Xu Linxia is also affected by his enthusiasm.
After receiving military training, Xu Linxia joined the Communist Party of China with Song Qiyun, married by the trend, and worked together for the revolution. In 1929, Song Qiyun was ordered by the Party to enter Yang Hucheng's troops, where he served as the editor-in-chief of the Southern Anhui Daily and the editor-in-chief of the Northeast Culture Daily.
After the 918 Incident, Chiang Kai-shek not only passively resisted the war, but also absurdly put forward the policy of "non-resistance", at which time Zhang Xueliang, Yang Hucheng and others stood up and spoke to Chiang Kai-shek and forced him to take military action. After the Xi'an Incident, Song Qiyun was appointed as a military adviser to the Fourth Army, mainly responsible for Yang Hucheng's united front affairs.
The newspaper edited by Song Qiyun published an editorial supporting Zhang Xueliang's military advice and calling on the Kuomintang and the Communist Party to unite against Japan. Who knew that after the incident, Chiang Kai-shek began to liquidate the participants in the Xi'an Incident, Song Qiyun was secretly arrested, Xu Linxia inquired about her husband's whereabouts, and was also arrested in the women's prison of the Xi'an Bai Mansion.
Second, the little radish head - childhood in exile in prison
In Xi'an in 1941, the cold wind was gloomy, and the eight-month-old Song Zhenzhong was lying in his mother's arms, because of the lack of food and sunlight, his body was so thin that he only had skin and bones, but his head was unusually large, and it looked out of proportion to his body. When the inmates saw him like this, they affectionately called him "Little Carrot Head".
The darkness before dawn always seems extraordinarily long. When the first rays of sunlight shone into the cell through the barred window, the little radish head opened his misty eyes, looked at the white pigeon flying outside the window, and his thoughts returned to the dream.
In his dream, he became a bird with wings spread and fled this gloomy prison. Flew through layers of barred windows and high walls, and came under the blue sky and white clouds that my mother said. Landed on a tree, listened to the crisp chirping of birds, and watched the undulating mountains and the meandering river. It was his imagination of freedom and his longing for childhood.
When the little radish head was less than a year old, he followed his mother to prison. He was born in troubled times, and his first gift to this world was a cold prison and the tearful eyes of his parents. He knew nothing about the outside world, and was imprisoned by these four high walls since he was a child, growing up by bars.
The mother stroked his tender palm and softly described the magnificence of heaven and earth for him. Nourish his yearning for freedom with warm words, let his mind stand up in suffering, and the will to live will not be extinguished. She was his spiritual sustenance and the closest person to him in this world.
As the day passed, the little radish head gradually grew. He understood how vast the outside world was and how magnificent the scenery in his mother's mouth was. But why was he born with a fate of imprisonment? This unfair pattern made his young heart feel great pain and confusion.
To give him a chance to learn, his mother fought against the jailer. Finally, under the care of a comrade named Huang Xiansheng, Little Radish Head began the enlightenment education in prison. Without paper and pen, everyone managed to make up ink, use twigs for pens, and rags for exercise books.
Little radish head worked hard and learned Chinese and arithmetic day by day. Sometimes Teacher Huang would tell him some ancient poems and let him recite them. Chanting the sentences left by the ancestors locked in the cell, the little radish head burst into tears in his heart. The mountains, rivers, lakes and seas they described were scenery they had never seen before.
One day, Little Radish Head met a girl about his age, named Li Bitao. It was the first child he had ever seen other than his mother who was close to his age. Li Bitao described the bits and pieces of the school, the scene of the teacher lecturing, bowing to each other after school...
Listening to Li Bitao's narration, the little radish head could not hide the excitement in his heart. For the first time, he knew that he could also go to school, have kind teachers, and learn and play with more friends. That night, he dreamed that he was wearing his school uniform and sitting in the classroom with other children.
This beautiful dream is always a luxury. As time passed, the little radish head became more and more sensible. He began to deliver important messages in prison and became a "little traffic officer." Even living in this never-ending place, he learned to take care of his fellow travelers.
One of the elderly people was seriously ill and had problems with his diet. The little radish head asked his mother to cook a bowl of noodles for him and send it. The taste of this bowl of noodles is far less delicious than that of his hometown, but after the old man ate it, his eyes were full of tears of gratitude. Because of this little warmth, let life find strength in despair.
The radish head tirelessly completed the work of the traffic officer. He traveled back and forth to his cell, delivering accurate pieces of information to people. Despite living in a gloomy environment, he has never given up hope for the light.
Until one day, when the darkness is about to be broken by the light. The executioner suddenly appears and kills his parents. The tears of unwillingness had not yet dried, and he himself fell in a pool of blood. In order to cover up the crime, the executioner hid the family of three under the cement.
It was not until the arrival of the PLA that the remains of the martyrs were rediscovered. When people saw the pencil that the little radish head held in both hands when he died, they couldn't help but cry. The life of a patriotic child was thus brutally taken and his childhood passed behind bars.
Little Radish Head was posthumously regarded as a martyr, becoming the youngest martyr in the history of New China. He used his short life of 8 years to interpret the meaning of freedom. With his view of the sky, his love of life, illuminates the darkness and warms the heart.
3. Young martyrs in the history of the Chinese revolution
On the road of revolution, there are not only people like Little Radish Head, but also many young lives, who have contributed valuable strength to the birth of New China in their unique ways.
The effort behind heroine Liu Hulan is also worth exploring. At that time, she was still called Liu Fulan. Liu Fulan, who was born in Wenshui, Shaanxi Province in 1932, to parents who were local farmers. In 1936, Liu Fulan's mother died in childbirth, leaving Liu Fulan deeply traumatized. Liu Fulan's father later married a wife, Hu Wenxiu, and named Liu Hulan Liu Hulan.
Although Hu Wenxiu has not read books, he is very supportive of Liu Hulan's study. Every day when she comes home from school, Hu Wenxiu always patiently teaches Liu Hulan to read and count, hoping that she can have knowledge and change her fate in the future.
At school, Liu Hulan met some teachers and classmates with progressive ideas, and learned from them about the idea of resisting Japan and saving the dead, which gave Liu Hulan, who was still very young, the idea of serving the motherland. After receiving strong support from Hu Wenxiu, 10-year-old Liu Hulan secretly joined the county children's group and began her life of participating in the revolution.
Liu Hulan often studied at school during the day, and at night she followed the children's group friends to carry out activities such as standing guard and sentry, helping to convey the message of the underground party. Every night she sneaks out of her house and carefully walks through the village to the agreed meeting point with her squad friends.
In the dead of night, everyone ambushed in various corners of the village entrance, and whenever suspicious people passed by, they made gestures to notify others to protect the safety of underground party members. After dawn, Liu Hulan rushed home again, and talked to Hu Wenxiu about the knowledge points he learned last night with a relaxed expression.
As she grew up, Ms. Liu began to help spread patriotic ideas, always finding ways to get paper and ink, then secretly write short and powerful slogans and distribute them. She also worked with the martial arts team to eliminate traitors, and helped subdue some murderous traitors with agility.
After the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, Liu Hulan, full of ambition to dedicate her youth to the new China, entered the training class for women cadres, received revolutionary theory and cultural knowledge study, and tempered her comprehensive ability. At this time, the Kuomintang reactionaries betrayed the people and launched a full-scale civil war, and the war spread.
Liu Hulan understood her responsibility and obligation to continue to work for the revolutionary cause, and she refused to move to the rear, but remained in the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region to carry out the struggle work. During the day, she dressed up and shuttled among the villagers to gather intelligence on the enemy, and at night, she led a small team of activists, using simple tools to design traps and ambushes to harass the enemy.
On a winter morning in 1947, Liu Hulan was leading a team to carry supplies, but was suddenly attacked by the Nationalist army, and she repelled the pursuers behind her palace in order to cover her companions. At this moment, a stray bullet hit Liu Hulan in the leg, she could no longer run, and she was eventually captured.
The national army tortured the 14-year-old girl in various ways, wanting her to confess more revolutionary secrets, but Liu Hulan always insisted on justice and preferred to die.
At dawn on January 12, 1947, Liu Hulan was taken to the execution ground, and in the face of the butcher's knife of the Kuomintang reactionaries, she raised her small red fist and shouted: "Long live the Communist Party of China!" Long live Chairman Mao! "A bullet pierced the chest, ending the tenacious life of this brave girl.
These young beings gave their precious youth lives on the road of revolution and stained the banner of revolution red with blood. Whether it is Liu Hulan or Little Radish Head, people admire their courage and strength. They shouldered the burden of the revolution on their tender shoulders and willingly sacrificed everything for the motherland with simple hearts.
It is precisely with the dedication of their predecessors and successors that the dawn of new China will come. We will always remember their dedication, carry forward their spirit, and ignite our own youth with the unquenchable flame of life.
epilogue
These revolutionary martyrs wrote magnificent hymns with their young lives, and their spirit will always be worthy of our study and remembrance. The realization of the value of life is not limited to sacrifice, but also requires a broader perspective.
We should inherit their firm beliefs, but also have the courage and wisdom to think independently, and not be easily taken over by any ideology. History is always moving forward, and the path is always extending. We must live in the present, face reality, and strive for a better future.