#头条创作挑战赛#
Go to the border to prevent poisonous bees from falling into the swamp
She Zhonglan
The snowy south of the Yangtze River, the border defense of Chayu, there are many poisonous bees, many swamps, and patrol soldiers often walk through.
In the upper and lower corners, I often walk in primeval forests, wild plantain forests, etc., and sometimes I run into poisonous honeycombs and strayed into swamps. Walking into the wild plantain forest, climbing the mountain, if you are not careful, your feet are easy to step on the air, and fall into the trap of overgrown weeds covering the long yellow leaves of wild plantains. Walking in wild artemisia grass forests or overgrown weeds, it is easy to stray into hidden swamps.
At noon on September 4, 2022, I went mountaineering with my comrades in Xiachayu. I wore a sky-blue shirt and black trousers with a skirt, and my long hair flowed. I climbed several large hills, crossed the creek on a single-plank bridge, and joined my comrades. We walked through a large forest of wild artemisia grass with no road, which was much taller than a man.
Walking to the junction of the artemisia forest and the primeval forest, the lightly armed comrades-in-arms, with good military quality, often patrolled the border, and easily climbed over the high old wooden fence in three or two steps. The fence was too high, so in order to lighten the weight of the fence and make sure that I could climb over the fence in a few steps and keep up with him, I had the idea to remove the heavy leisure baggage on my back and throw the burden directly into the weeds in the fence first. I was about to climb the fence, but I smashed my bag into the hidden poisonous honeycomb in the fern grass, disturbing a large group of poisonous bees, which immediately attracted the swarm of bees to attack me, and the poisonous bees rushed towards me. It was the first time in my life that I had encountered so many poisonous bees, flying around me and approaching me soon. Faced with an unexpected situation, I panicked, my head was stunned, and I was terrified......
I was helpless in panic, thinking that this was going to be the end, and eighty percent of the people who would be severely poisoned by bee venom might even die. There is a shortage of doctors and medicines in the border guards, and there is only one health center and one small clinic in the small town, and one or two so-called large pharmacies run by private individuals (in fact, there are few types of medicines). At the border, it is quite difficult to seek medical first aid. It is far away from the county hospital, at least 65 kilometers away, and the traffic is very inconvenient, and there are only two village minibuses a day, morning and afternoon, to and from the county. For example, the border guards collectively chartered buses to travel long distances in several places in Tibet to provide round-trip transportation services for border guards on business trips or vacations, and rural buses responded to the troops' needs and fully cooperated. In addition, the road is being repaired, from the county to the town, and even the front line of the border defense, traffic control is only released during the specified time period every day. Once the bee venom is hit, if it is not treated in time, the consequences are unimaginable.
Faced with the siege of poisonous bees in the primeval forest of no man's land, I reacted to stress and quickly protected my head and face with my hands and arms. Standing in the forest inside the wooden fence, my comrade-in-arms who was waiting for me had experience, and urgently shouted to me: "Squat down, don't move for the time being, avoid danger!" and guided the rescue in a commanding tone. I immediately squatted down, curled up, my hands tightly clasped my head and face, and I didn't even dare to breathe. After squatting down for a moment, when the swarm of bees dispersed, I silently muttered in my heart: "Poisonous bees, poisonous bees, don't sting me! Amitabha, good and good!" I silently prayed to God for protection.
In order to avoid the nest of poisonous bees, the witty comrades-in-arms gestured to me and instructed me to see the machine bypass the poisonous bees, temporarily change direction, and cross the fence at another place along the fence. I was frightened, nervous, my brain was buzzing, my ears were more back, my eyes were more dazzling, I couldn't hear the words of my comrade-in-arms standing on the wooden fence in the distance to prevent cattle from entering, and I couldn't see the direction of his fingers.
I habitually searched with my eyes by feeling and walked around to the left of the fence. The phone was in the backpack, and I threw it into the jungle high on the other side of the fence in advance, and I was blocked by the poisonous honeycomb. He was kind enough to help me carry my bag on my back, and I walked around the wooden fence alone, but before I got out of a short section of the weedy jungle, I suddenly accidentally stepped into the hidden swamp full of artemisia grass. The shoe sank in, and soon my left foot slipped into it again, hell along! That was the first time I had strayed into a swamp and got stuck in the mud, and the swamp sucked into my legs and feet like a magnet and 502 glue. I was the only one at the scene, and I panicked. Reflexively, I reached out and grabbed a bunch of life-saving artemisia grass tightly, trying hard to pull out my feet as soon as possible. But as soon as my body moved slightly, the gravity of the earth's gravity caused my right leg and foot to sink deeper and deeper, and I was afraid. Fortunately, I haven't strayed deeper yet, otherwise it would have been more dangerous. I panicked in my heart, my phone was in my bag, wrapped in the shoulders of my comrades in the wooden fence, I couldn't ask for help, and we lost contact. Out of the instinct of survival, I quickly calmed myself down, and did not dare to move, for fear that the more I moved, the faster and deeper I fell, the more dangerous it would be. Keep your mind clear and rational, and think about self-help. Fortunately, he was in a hurry, and he had an idea, stretched out his hands, alternately attacked with his left and right hands, grabbed two bundles of life-saving artemisia grass with both hands, and immediately leaned towards the artemisia grass, adjusting the center of gravity of his body to the artemisia grass bushes in seconds. After several twists and turns, I finally pulled out my right foot that was deep in the swamp mud, then pulled out my left foot, and then took out the shoe that had sunk in, and then I breathed a sigh of relief. A pair of beautiful white shoes were unusual, covered with mud, dirty, as if they had become mud shoes, and the swamp ruined a pair of my white shoes. The surface of the ground is covered with artemisia grass that is taller than a person, which seems to be safe, and it is easy to numb people's sight and judgment, and there is a hidden danger.
I put on my mud shoes and got up, turned back, didn't see my comrade-in-arms, he didn't know it, he didn't know where to find my people, he crossed paths with me, and continued to be in a state of disconnection.
Where am I going? I can't stay here for long, for fear of encountering poisonous bees and poisonous snakes and other wild animals. In order to retreat, it is better to go down the hill first, and wait for the small single-plank bridge by the stream that you walked on when you came. Under the scorching sun above my head, I quickly got lost in the wild artemisia grass, and I couldn't find the way I came, as if the memory pressed the pause button, and I felt amnesia. Go down by feeling, there is no way, there is no way. Go to the left, and you can't see the road, the road, the road, the road, the road, where is it? In fact, there is no road, where is the way, I am really an idiot talking in my dreams. When I came, I came in the direction of my heart, through the forest and wading through the water. The strange thing is that I can't find the small "standard building" that I passed by when I came, the pigsty that looks like an abandoned pigsty, three or two dilapidated cabins, and I can't see the wild banana tree I met when I came, and even the towering tree that passed by is gone, but I can only see the dense forest of artemisia grass on the hillside. I went down, couldn't get out, went up and back. Go to the right and find that it's not right either. Walking to the left, the artemisia grass forest was too dense to wear, so I went out, covered my head with both hands, and forced my body in. After a long time, I finally heard the sound of running water hidden in the artemisia grass forest, I ran in the direction of the sound of water, and found that under the weeds, there was a wide ditch, but I didn't see the single-plank bridge, and I couldn't cross it. Toss for a long time, and all the previous efforts are wasted. It was a hot and humid day, and I was trapped in the jungle, covered in artemisia grass and white wool, and sweating profusely. On her black hair, she was covered with white flowers, and she became a "white-haired girl". It is the season when the artemisia grass is ripe, and when people walk around in the jungle, they will cause the sky to be full of flying flakes flying all over the world, sticking to me. I'm hairy and lost......
I calmed down, walked down the hill by feeling, turned left, and finally found the creek where I came, with an old wooden plank made into a simple wooden bridge. Following the sound of the stream flowing, I finally found the path by the stream. I don't know where my comrades-in-arms have gone, and they continue to be in a state of disconnection......
I finally returned to the stream where my comrades had first directed me, so I had to wait for news. I thought that he couldn't wait for my figure for a long time, and maybe he would react, maybe he would go back to the single-plank bridge by the stream to find someone, so I might as well take a rest by the way. It was a creek on the way up the mountain, and there was a long old wooden plank on the stream, but we were familiar with it, and we used to walk it before.
I put my hands in the stream and washed my hands, so cool. When you are thirsty, take a few sips of mountain spring water to drink, refreshing and refreshing. Looking down at the shoes, they were dirty, and the pair of white socks on the feet were not spared, and they were all dirty. I simply took off my shoes and socks, squatted on the single-plank bridge with my bare feet, and used my dirty socks to simply scrub the outer surface of my shoes against the clear stream, pick up my shoes, and let the water wash the mud on the soles of my shoes. Then wash and scrub the socks of the shoes and dry them on the pine branches.
I got up, stood by the stream, looked, shielded my eyes from the sun with my hands, and compared my hands to a pair of telescopes to see if I could search for my comrades in the vast forest. I still didn't see anyone, so I had to resign myself to fate and squatted under the big tree by the stream to rest in the shade.
After another 10 minutes, I got up again, looked up, and finally vaguely saw that my comrades-in-arms suddenly emerged from the high part of the mountain and the artemisia grass forest, looking for me, waving to me standing by the stream. He didn't know what was going on, and he shouted to me in an anxious, worried, and complaining tone: "You, you, you, how can you go back? Where have you been for so long? What are you doing? I've been waiting for a long time, you come up quickly!" told me to go up in his direction and go up to the higher mountains and old forests together. I replied to him a little unhappily: "I stepped into the swamp, I got lost, I was washing my shoes, and my shoes were all ruined!"
I turned back up the hill and headed in the direction of my comrades. Walking out of the wooden fence again, he led me away from the jungle of the poisonous honeycomb, and walked along another section of the wooden fence, which was higher and about two of my heights. There was a deep ditch under the fence, and I told him with difficulty, "How can I go up so high?" He said calmly: "Come here, I'll teach you how to climb over, you step on one foot first, and I will help you and pull you up." "I raised my legs to climb, both hands grabbed the wooden fence, but as soon as my right foot stepped on it, the rotten wood under my feet could not bear my weight of more than 90 pounds, the rotten wooden fence suddenly made a sound, and suddenly broke one, and my body sank, rebounded back to the fence, and almost fell into the murmuring stream under the wooden fence in the jungle. Looking for a new place, with the help of my comrades, I finally climbed into the fence and walked into the higher mountains and forests.
Why there are often rotten wooden fences in the mountains, let's discuss and analyze, it may be used by Tibetans and servants to block cattle, maybe they are afraid that the cattle will get lost, or they are afraid that the cattle will eat the crops in the field. Regardless of his three-seven-twenty-one, the noon time is tight, not afraid of danger, not afraid of difficulties, and continues to open the road to climb the mountain......
Since that day I met poisonous bees and strayed into the swamp, I have become more aware of the hardships and dangers of the soldiers there patrolling the border, and I respect them even more!
(Note: The illustrations in this article are all from the Internet)
About the Author:
She Zhonglan: A native of Wanzhou, Chongqing, enlisted in the army in 1989, the 41st Hospital of the Shannan Army in Tibet, studied at the Military Medical School of the Chengdu Military Region and the Third Military Medical University, and graduated from the 115th Central Hospital of the People's Liberation Army of the Tibet Military Region. He has published a number of medical papers in the journal "Plateau Medicine", and published many poems, essays and other works in "Tibet Daily", "Yu Yu Literature and Art", "Writer's New Vision" magazine, "Snowy Border Pass, I Respect You", "My Youth My Tibet", "China Traffic Online", Chengdu Writers Network, etc., and published a short article in "Military Wives" magazine.
Author: She Zhonglan