Tiananmen Square, Beijing
In the early morning of 20 December 1972, a military train from the land of Liaoshen slowly drove into Yongdingmen Station, and a group of energetic and enthusiastic young people, shouldering the entrustment of their hometown and the expectations of the people, rushed to the place where the motherland needed it most, took over the steel guns in the hands of their predecessors, and stood guard for the motherland. On the banks of the Yongding River, we will open our minds and welcome the outstanding sons and daughters of the motherland from the north to devote themselves to defending the capital and building the ranks of Beijing's iron army, stepping into the green barracks, and opening a new chapter.
The Jiefang-brand open-top military vehicles, all in a mighty way, rushed out, drove away from the station, and galloped forward along the spacious road by the river. Along the way, the scenery is charming, the circular dome of the Temple of Heaven Prayer Hall, the wide buildings beside the streets, the park with ancient trees quickly retreated backwards, along the Qianmen Street to the west, in turn Zhengyangmen Ancient Building, National Culture Palace, Central People's Radio Building, Military Museum and other landmark buildings come into view, and then disappear in people's field of vision. The style of the ancient capital of the Three Dynasties, the colorful colors, firmly attracted my attention and imprinted in my heart.
Beijing, the capital of the motherland, is a place that hundreds of millions of Chinese yearn for.
The vast Tiananmen Square is the center of the capital in terms of geography and the center of the whole country at the political level, and it is indispensable in the eyes of the Chinese people, a dazzling pearl, and a symbol of our great motherland.
In front of the square stands the majestic Tiananmen Tower, with a glazed crown, a Stanley window, and a red wall, which is resplendent in gold. A huge portrait of Chairman Mao hangs in the middle of the city tower, and he is engrossed in watching the tourists coming and going from the south to the north, pouring out his feelings for the people and his warm and kind eyes. The Great Hall of the People and the Chinese History Museum are symmetrically separated on both sides of the square in the west and east, showing a smooth atmosphere and magnificence. The gray brick body, the ancient building of Zhengyangmen painted with cornices stands at the south end of the central axis of the square, echoing the north and south of Tiananmen Square. The solemn and solemn monument to the people's heroes stands majestically in the center of the square, and the eight big characters of "the people's heroes are immortal" inscribed by Chairman Mao on the front are shining with golden light, vigorous and powerful, and magnificent; the golden inscription on the south side is the handwriting of Premier Zhou, which is shining in the sunlight and shining brightly. The national flag pedestal is located at the north end of the square, and the five-star red flag is raised high, bright and dazzling, and it is displayed in the wind. The straight and flat Chang'an Avenue passes in front of the city tower, the buildings on both sides are lined up, like pearls inlaid on both sides of the long street, majestic and magnificent, the east and west ends, looking forward to the distance, stretching endlessly.
In the ancient capital, I left the mark of my stop. The new training base in Bajiao Village, Shijingshan, nestled in the east of the verdant pine forest on a small hill, the brand-new double-decked wooden barracks are neatly arranged, standing on the north side of the barracks, and the large open land in front is the training ground. Located on the east side of the training ground, the three-purpose hall has a brick and wood structure, red brick walls, and a gray tile crown, and the interior is spacious and bright, which is more than enough to accommodate 300 people for meetings. It is used as a lecture hall for new training, the instructor's political class is carried out here, the song is the prelude to the opening, the passionate sound comes and goes, you sing and we sing, just like the waves of the river pushing the waves, the momentum is huge, and the military song is loud.
After the new training, my first military camp shelter was Chongwenmen, which is the heart of the capital. There were three companies stationed in the compound of the barracks, and our company was located at the eastern end of the compound. At the opening of the camp gate, Qianmen Street runs through the front, and the Xinqiao Hotel is across the road, the traffic is busy, the river is endless, and what is presented in front of you is the prosperous style of the city.
Inside the original East Gate
Dongbianmen is the place where I have stayed for the longest, most familiar and most passionate since I arrived at the battalion headquarters. There have been many wonderful stories that have happened there, and there are comrades and chiefs with whom I am close. More importantly, it has a profound cultural heritage, with ancient arrow towers, ancient city walls and rows of barracks. They have a longitudinal historical heritage, similar meanings, and the same propositions. In the green barracks, there are sassy and heroic figures, showing the youth and vitality of the revolutionary team, uniting as one, and casting the iron and bronze wall of the motherland.
The military organs with antique architectural styles on Zhang Zizhong Road and Hepingli East Street have left me with the memory of studying and spread the wings of my ideals. There are also temporary office spaces for camping: the Chaoyangmen construction site command post of Metro Line 2, Tiananmen Square, Chairman Mao Memorial Hall, the former Sanmen Street residential project site, the Black Mountain Satellite Station in the mountains of western Beijing, and the training base of the Dayangfang Teaching Team. Taste the youth, the meaning is still unfinished, the twists and turns of the experience, like a dream, lingering in the heart, decades have passed, still fresh in the memory, vivid. When I think back to the old days, I feel like I'm back in that youthful era, and I think about it.
The anecdotes of Shaoguang in the past, the capital, the military camp, the comrades-in-arms and the chiefs, are firmly embedded in the mind, and they describe the cherished emotions in the journey of life.
Zhengyangmen Ancient Building
Author: Yu Qingqian
2024.3 in Beijing
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