Comrade Ji Jingnan
After I retired, I often came to live in Beijing, looking back on the past, and making friends with friends, which was a pastime and a pleasant way to soothe my emotions.
The year before last, on the occasion of the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China, my comrade-in-arms Wei Qiang encouraged me to write an essay to participate in the commemorative activities, and brought me into the WeChat group of "Huifeng and Chang". The two comrades-in-arms were very active in the group, and they unexpectedly saw many familiar old chiefs and old comrades-in-arms in the group, and Section Chief Ji Jingnan was one of them. Thirty-seven years after parting, I was thrilled to meet again, and I couldn't wait to talk and establish a connection. We also made a special meeting at our residence in the capital to look back on the good times and recount the past in the army.
Seeing the suave old chief, although he was nearly eighty years old, at first glance, his body was still tough, energetic, and intelligent. During the conversation, it was learned that after his retirement from the leadership position, his cultural life arrangements were compact and substantial, and he was leisurely and calm. It is an old habit to insist on reading every day, and Yaxing is coming, driven by inspiration, and sometimes chanting and writing. He integrates into society with a positive attitude, stretches his mind, and is enthusiastic and unrestrained. Go into the community, do public welfare, and help others. Remember the original intention, always follow the party, and be full of positive energy. I followed him into his studio, a smell of books came to my face, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting works are dazzling, on the spacious desk, the pen holder is delicate for the first time, the famous inkstone is thick and the wisps of fragrance float away, suddenly I feel that my eyes are bright, this realm is not the same as that ordinary apartment, clearly set foot in the book pavilion Yaxuan. He is a revolutionary old man with both virtue and art, a member of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, and a popular famous calligrapher.
Ji Jingnan, section chief, was born in 1943 in Tengzhou, Shandong Province. In his early years, he joined the army and served in the 4th Division of the Railway Corps, and then transferred to the 14th and 15th Divisions. The troops were dismantled and transferred to other industries, and successively held leading positions in the Beijing Urban Construction Group and the Hospital of the Ministry of Metallurgy, and was the head of the organization section of the Political Department of our troops. He was burly, courteous, and amiable. On the bridge of his nose is a pair of deep black-framed glasses, which shows his gentle and elegant temperament, and his humble bearing makes people respect and shorten the emotional distance between each other.
I admired his strong memory, recalling the old anecdotes of our first acquaintance, and he raised his hand and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiling and thoughtfully recounting the dusty experience. His words with relish, colorful, and clear, revealing the attachment to the passing time, flowed with the cordial army life and the deep friendship of comrades-in-arms in his heart.
In the summer of 1973, he met me when he was squatting with Political Commissar Liang, and said that the impression I had left on him at that time was that he was a statistician, a native of Northeast China, not tall, with a thin figure, a docile personality, and a polite character. I was amazed that I had just been a recruit from the company at that time, and I had left him with so many deep and beautiful memories, and I remembered them so clearly.
I looked back on the scene at that time, the head of the regiment came to the company, made a bed and lived with us in the company headquarters, and they all strictly abided by the daily life system, got up and exercised together, ate three meals at the same table, washed the dishes and chopsticks themselves, sorted out the housekeeping and took the roll call late, and did not rely on themselves in everything. At that time, the political commissar was less than 50 years old, with a slightly thin figure, an amiable face, and a calm speech and demeanor; Ji was more than 30 years old, tall, with a square face, a short-sighted mirror on the bridge of his nose, and a grass-green military uniform, which made him look polite and handsome. Later, I was transferred to work in the battalion headquarters, and when he went down to the grassroots level to investigate, he also met occasionally. Later, I went to work in an agency, and I had more opportunities to meet each other, so I naturally became familiar with it. To be honest, I'm very lucky to know him and feel that he always cares for me.
I admire the seriousness with which he takes his work. Section Chief Ji was deeply touched when he talked about his journey in the army, and I felt that it was full of relish and philosophy. In 1961, he joined the army and served in the 18th Regiment of the 4th Division of the Railway Corps, served as a soldier and company clerk, and served as the secretary of the division and the regimental organization officer after being promoted. He said that no matter what he does, he must look the same, and he must not be perfunctory in implementing the various systems and requirements of the troops, and must be meticulous in implementing them. Later, he was transferred to the 14th Division of the Railway Corps as an officer, and the division commander planned to convene a meeting of all the division's cadres. Based on the main points of the conversation, he drew up an outline of the chief's speech. When the meeting was included in the agenda, in the preparatory stage, the special class arranged by the Department of Political Affairs completed the first draft and submitted it for review, the chief shook his head and locked his eyebrows but felt that he did not fulfill his intentions, thinking that the article did not detach the topic, and the writing team was in a hurry, so he invited Ji Jingnan to participate in the writing discussion, and he took the draft of the proposed outline to the special class to discuss and write the text to the chief for reconsideration, and was approved by the chief and praised it. Knowing that the drafter was Ji Jingnan, looking for the root cause was like knowing the voice, Fang Xiao He carefully summarized and sorted out the speech ideas during the chat. His talents were appreciated by the chiefs and he became a celebrity in the Political Department. Later, he was transferred to the 15th Division of the Railway Corps and served as the head of the organization unit of the regimental political department and the head of the organization section of the division's political department.
Ji Jingnan's "519" project headquarters took a photo
I admire his dedication to art, his penmanship, and his brilliance. After his retirement, he worked tirelessly, organized and participated in various social activities with a positive attitude, established a WeChat group for comrades-in-arms, and held a social party on the stage to mobilize the enthusiasm of the group. Sing the great Communist Party and cherish the memory of Chairman Mao, the founding father of the People's Republic of China. To solemnly commemorate the 100th anniversary of the founding of the party, he solemnly contacted celebrities from all over the world to participate, set up an organizing committee, personally took charge, clarified the division of labor, and carried out the essay collection activities in a rich and colorful manner, with pictures and texts, and became famous. The 130th anniversary of the leader's birth gathered people's hearts and public opinion. He once improvised a poem "The foundation of the great cause has turned the world, and the monument has survived through the ages." Love the people for a thousand years, and rejuvenate the Chinese people", with full political enthusiasm and magnificent verses, to remember the great achievements of the great leader Chairman Mao. "Lao Ji is in the woods, aiming for thousands of miles", the eighty-year-old heart seems to be burning a fire, the fighting spirit is undiminished, and he is full of sincerity.
Many of his poems are permeated with his love for traditional Chinese culture, and they are well-read and interesting. There is a poem with far-reaching artistic conception, praising the folk atmosphere of traditional Chinese festivals: "Zongzi incense, wormwood fragrance, safe and healthy people in the years; drink realgar, wear incense sachets, laughter and laughter descend auspicious; the wind is light, microwave ripples, dragon boat flying fighting spirit; celebrate Duanyang, full of blessings, and live happily for ten thousand years." It shows the magnificent pictures of people soaked in national customs in the Dragon Boat Festival. In addition, reading his masterpiece "Jingbei Mountain Township", I felt as if I was in the scene, walking leisurely under the persimmon forest trees in the mountains and fields, looking up to appreciate the autumn scenery of nature. "Old friends and relatives go to Beishan, and the red and yellow fruits are full of branches. The scenery here is good in frost and autumn, and the persimmon is the sweetest in Jiujiu Chongyang". In the Double Ninth Festival, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the mountain climbing is a little scene, what catches the eye is that the frost-dyed autumn scenery is picturesque, and I hear the gentleman's words in the painting, and I am especially the person in the painting.
I admire the grass-green feeling that he buried deep in his heart. His eloquent conversation when he was emotional, also stirred my thoughts, and the touch of my heart splashed the spark of our nostalgia for the old days. He affectionately told me an episode of military reform. When the army was dismantled and reformed into the Beijing Urban Construction Group, he was faced with the choice of bidding farewell to the grass and taking off the military uniform, and he hesitated and was reluctant to give up. At the right time, the retired veteran cadres of the army were unified and transferred to the General Political Cadre Management Office, and a cadre rest house was set up for management, and he was selected to serve as the political commissar of the cadre rest house. The organizational structure of the urban construction group, which has just taken off its military uniform, has been preliminarily finalized, and it needs to be equipped with a strong organization minister with both ability and political integrity to deal with the challenge, and the target candidate is the political commissar Ji Jingnan. He did not give up his feelings of dyeing the grass and green, politely refused, and his old comrades-in-arms, who were the leaders of the urban construction group, took turns to go into battle, and invited the thatched house three times. He took into account the overall situation, took into account the transformation needs of the team that he had been fighting for many years, resolutely made a difficult parting, took office, and cooperated with the group team to lead the cadres and employees to create extraordinary performance. When talking about taking off his military uniform, he still looked helpless, and saw that he still had a little regret.
Although I don't have the same high authority as the old chief in the past, and I don't have the style and blog of his talents, just because of the green feelings, I have also made life choices. When I was faced with a place to change jobs, my first choice was the public security organ, because I wore the same red collar badge and the same style of military uniform. Here, I can't help but think of the anonymous poem, he sighed with emotion: military uniform, the pride of life, military uniform, the glory of the motherland, military uniform, the supreme brand, military uniform, we will always treasure as soldiers!"
Looking back on the military life in the past, looking at the passionate hearts of thousands of comrades-in-arms, the surging poetry rhyme, and the romantic rhetoric, all reflect the longing for the career of the horse, and the grass green has become the reason for the unfading love in everyone's hearts.
Author: Yu Qingqian
Written in Beijing in March 2024
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