The story of the Long March,
Wang Dingguo, Female Red Army,
The topic opens,
It seems that there is never enough to say.
When she tells this story,
Just past his 100th birthday.
She said,
Tell the young people about the past,
It is also the best commemoration of comrades-in-arms.
She said,
It was 1935.
June 12,
The Red Army crossed the Jiajin Mountain.
It's time to go up the mountain,
Instruction Yesterday:
Men and Women of the Soldiers,
Find sticks to drink liquor and eat chili peppers,
Three things,
Everyone has to do it.
If not,
You will not be able to overcome,
The test of life and death ahead.
But the thin air of the mountains,
extreme cold,
Still, put the lives of countless Red Armymen,
Forever frozen in the snowy mountains.
On that day,
Wang Dingguo, who is less than twenty years old,
I can't walk on the mountain,
Just simply,
Sit down and catch your breath,
This gasp,
But it became a turning point in her life.
When you stand up and march again,
The toes of both feet have fallen out.
Alpine,
Let her become disabled in an instant.
From now on
She dragged her injured foot without toes,
Over the snowy mountains,
Walking through the meadow,
Faltering all the way,
Finally went to Yan'an.
She will never forget,
The soldier named Hao Yi beside him,
Seeing a stone on the side of the road,
I put down my backpack,
Rest and lean back,
Snuggled up next to the "stone".
Unexpectedly, the stone fell with a bang.
Ah, I didn't think of it,
That's a soldier who froze to death,
has become a stiff ice sculpture,
Forever in the snow-capped mountains.
She won't forget,
Not far from her,
A warrior named Dai Tianfu,
Suddenly there was a swing.
Since then, I have no strength,
Take the last 200 meters to climb.
now
A tall figure,
Come over and put a little on your back,
Encourage him to overcome suffering.
yes
Isn't that our Chairman Mao,
He was the commander of thousands of troops.
This Dai Tianfu,
It's his guard.
That was when I hit Zhangzhou,
Chairman Mao personally selected.
The Chairman said:
Quick, little Dai,
I'll carry you on my back,
Let's climb the mountain together.
Can't you sit down?
If you sit down, you will never be able to cross the snowy mountain again.
Wu Jiqing, the warrior in the back, came up,
How can you make the commander of the three armies,
Carrying the guards on his back over the mountain.
He caught up and picked up Xiao Dai on his back.
So history remains,
Famous pictures about Jiajin Mountain:
Wu Jiqing picked up Xiao Dai on his back,
Chairman Mao pushed from behind,
Leaders and soldiers,
Just help each other like this,
Fight the suffering together.
The long journey,
It's a long journey.
How many such stories are there,
Writing about human beings,
How to Conquer the Harshness of Nature.
More difficult than the snowy mountains,
And the last ghost gate.
That's crossing the meadow!
The difficulty of the meadow,
It's hard to get to the sky.
Forty-eight thousand years old,
It is not populated with Qinsai.
There are traps everywhere on the grass beach,
It makes people smell withered.
The bark of the grass roots has been eaten,
The Red Army ran out of smoke here.
In the face of life and death,
The Red Army met the greatest test.
Mao Zedong ordered:
Kill a few horses,
You have to find a way,
Rescue the sick and wounded first.
thereupon
A gunshot rang out on the grass,
The chairman's horse was killed.
On that day,
Wu Jiqing held a piece of horse meat,
to the Chair.
Chairman Mao was angry:
Didn't it say to the sick and wounded?
Go to Dai Tianfu first,
I'm not sick and wounded!
Can't let him be left behind,
There's still a long way to go.
Wu Jiqing held the horse meat,
Went to the grassy beach of the sick and wounded.
Fuku,
Xiao Wu is back,
But he brought back two portions of horse meat,
The Chair of the Report said:
"Don't Xiao Dai,
Let the chairman protect the body,
He said that the entire Red Army,
All need the chairman to command the operation.
The people are looking forward to the chairman,
Lead them,
Create a happy tomorrow. ”
The chairman was speechless for a long time,
Then with a wave of the handle:
Let's go, go see Xiao Dai,
Follow me to the Cultivation Company!
Wu Jiqing held back for a long time,
I had to spit out the truth:
Chairman, no,
Xiao Dai has just died!
This piece of horse meat sent to the chairman,
It was his last wish.
thereupon
In the vast meadow,
We see a,
Touching and heartfelt images:
Chairman Mao took off his military hat,
Lead the soldiers around you,
Heading south,
The road traveled towards the Red Army,
Towards the grass beach where Dai Tianfu sacrificed,
Silently bowed his head three times,
Speechless tears,
Tears without words.
In the haze of tears,
Chairman Mao seems to have seen,
In the vast meadow,
More than 10,000 are the same as Dai Tianfu,
What a vivid youthful life,
At this point already,
Sacrifice on the grassy beach.
Can't forget,
Just yesterday,
That heartbreaking scene,
A warrior is stuck in the grass,
Seeing but unable to rescue,
Seeing the warriors,
Step by step fast sagging,
The flower of life is about to fall,
Just in an instant,
The mud is over the top of your head,
The muddy water is finally swallowed,
That resolute but helpless face,
All that remains is an octagonal hat,
Float on muddy water at the end.
From that moment,
That octagonal Red Army hat,
It seems to float forever in front of you,
Forever and ever.
now
In the mist of tears,
The soldiers also seem to see,
This world,
A scene that has never been seen before.
The follow-up Red Army came,
Seeing the sacrificed comrades in front of me,
Lying naked on the grass beach,
Folded laundry,
Stack neatly next to you.
That's a fallen comrade-in-arms,
At the last breath of life,
The last vestment left for the comrades.
Sacrifice comrades-in-arms know,
Stiff body after death,
It can be very difficult to take off your clothes.
And while there is a breath remaining,
Take off your clothes cleanly,
Leave it to your comrades-in-arms,
Though the clothes are torn,
It can also keep out the wind and cold.
How many wars are there in the world,
How many conquests have there been in ancient and modern times,
Have you ever seen such an army?
Comradeship,
Shaped into a majestic mountain.
Ah, one after another,
The dying warrior,
In order to reduce the trouble of the troops,
So he covered his face with a handful of grass,
In the form of death,
Tell the containment team to give up the rescue.
This is our Red Army,
Even if sacrificed,
Also at the last moment of life,
Thinking about reducing the burden on the troops.
So the troops were closed,
Received a special order:
As long as there is a breath left,
Carrying it can't put life and death comrades,
Leave the meadow mire.
thereupon
In our Red Fourth Front,
And so it happened,
Such a bloody story,
Four Red Armymen who were ordered to carry the seriously wounded,
All three were sacrificed in the meadows and snow-capped mountains one after another.
The badly wounded warrior,
In the end, he arrived in Yan'an.
Ah, tomorrow,
All for tomorrow,
For tomorrow,
The Red Army used corpses as signposts,
Guiding the troops forward, forward.
now
Our Chairman Mao,
He looked far away:
vast meadows,
The meadows are endless.
South of the Meadow,
It is a towering snow-capped mountain.
South of the Snow Mountains,
Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau.
He sees far away,
Thinking far ahead,
In a dim light he saw,
That faraway place,
There's an uphill battle going on.
Isn't that Guizhou,
The banks of the Chishui River.
Several planes in the sky,
In turn bombarding the river beach.
Ah, not good,
Lying on a stretcher,
That's the regimental political commissar Zhong Chibing,
Enemy planes are hovering over his head at the moment,
Not good, the enemy is going to drop bombs,
We have another commissar of the Red Army,
Life hangs by a thread.
Okay, pounced,
pounced,
A female soldier,
At this moment, the pace of arrows,
Push forward.
She used her body,
Cover Zhong Chibing below.
There was a loud bang,
A blaze rose from the riverbank
The commissar of the Red Army was unscathed,
And the heroine who saved people,
But he was hit by seventeen shrapnel,
In an instant,
became a seriously injured person whose life was in danger.
Ah, that heroine,
It's his dear Comrade He Zizhen!
His wife Chairman Mao,
With heroic feats,
wrote a poem,
A woman who sacrifices her life and forgets her death.
Since then, he has been seriously injured,
In order not to drag down the troops,
He Zizhen volunteered,
Stay on the banks of the Chishui River.
Chairman Mao disagreed,
Ordered to use his war horse,
Plus his guards,
must protect He Zizhen,
With the advance of the main forces of the Red Army.
At that moment,
What did Chairman Mao think,
We don't know
He may have thought,
Starting from Jinggang Mountain,
Life and death comrades-in-arms accompany each other day and night,
How can you leave it alone today?
He has already sacrificed many relatives,
YANG Kaihui, MAO Zetan,
MAO Chuxiong, MAO Zejian,
Can't let go of the side anymore,
This only relative,
And so it goes.
He may have thought,
O pregnant wife,
留下来,
Encounter with the Kuomintang army,
It must be sacrifice and suffering.
O misery,
Rare suffering in the world,
Snow Mountain Grass Ground,
How many
A wonder in the history of human conquest.
Many, many stories,
It's all in the history of world warfare,
古今罕见。
Westerners say,
the Red Army's Long March,
It's pushing the limits of physiology.
No, we don't agree,
This is an untenable notion.
We can overcome,
Inaccessible snow-capped mountains,
We were able to walk through,
Never-ending muddy grassy flats,
The reason why we are able to,
What are the limits of what physiology to challenge,
Because every Red Army,
All in my heart,
A grand psalm about ideal beliefs.
Look back,
Was there such an army in ancient and modern times?
The first Red Army walked over,
The follow-up Red Army came,
Relics of the Red Army at the front,
It is the route of the latecomers.
再后来,
The relics are gone,
The corpses of the Red Army are signposts,
Guide the follow-up team to move forward.
再后来,
The body is gone,
All that remains is a pile of bones,
Become a compass for the advance of the Red Army.
There are the bones of the Red Army on every mile
It's these countless lives connected,
Become a red streamer,
A red thread embedded in the earth.
And how many more,
About the past of the Long March,
Ah, the past,
The past is not like smoke,
A lot of past events,
As long as there is a breath left,
will ignite the flame of memory.
I won't forget it,
General Wang Ping, who is 88 years old,
Talking about his own experience,
Choked again and again,
The story that will be told is interrupted.
That's the big army has crossed the meadow,
Peng Dehuai suddenly found him,
said that there was another battalion that had not been seen,
Send him back at once,
Bring them to the camp where they are stationed.
Wang Ping with people,
re-spinning,
Come to the Banyou River,
I saw it from afar,
A human figure,
It's the lost battalion,
700 Red Army,
One by one, back to back,
Looking at it from afar,
Sleep on the grass.
Wang Ping was furious,
The entire Red Army,
are waiting for you,
But you actually,
Slept so soundly.
Wang Ping took advantage of the trend and pushed,
Push one down the other,
These 700 Red Armymen,
Hungry and cold,
Already back to back,
Statue of eternity,
Solidified on the grass beach of the journey.
The strong Wang Ping cried,
And wept aloud,
The cry is in this savage meadow,
Spread far, far away.
Dear comrades-in-arms,
For the people's tomorrow,
For the motherland's tomorrow,
Now you,
I didn't succeed in the school
Dismissal of the body meadow wilderness.
Today
On the banks of the Banyo River,
耸立着一片,
The statue of the Red Army with its back resting,
Recording that history,
The most tragic moment.
These 700 Red Army soldiers are commemorated.
Ah, that's it,
Raising the banner of faith,
One after the other,
All the way forward heroically.
From Jinggangshan to Zunyi,
From Zunyi to Yan'an.
Long March,
Spanning eleven provinces,
After 380 bitter battles,
liberate 700 county seats,
Destroy hundreds of enemy regiments.
Central Red Army,
A troop of eighty-six thousand,
In the end, there were seven thousand left.
Finally put the base camp of the Chinese revolution,
rooted in northern Shaanxi,
Rooted in Yan'an.
How do you evaluate the Long March?
Let's listen again,
Chairman Mao's famous speech that year:
The Red Army is a manifesto,
It declares to the world,
The Red Army is a hero,
Whether it's the vast meadow,
snow-capped mountains,
Canyon Torrents,
There are many dangers.
Even if it's a cannon plane,
The enemy army is besieged by thousands,
can't be stopped,
The iron stream of the victory of the Red Army,
Roll forward.
The Red Army was a propaganda team,
It's in the land of China,
Putting the truth about communism,
It has spread among hundreds of millions of people.
The Red Army is a seeder,
It will overthrow three mountains,
Put the flame about the revolution,
In more than 10 provinces in China,
Quickly spread ignition.
And now it is our party,
Ushering in the centennial,
We look back at the Long March,
We remember the sages,
We don't forget our original intention,
We have a lot of responsibility on our shoulders.
Revolution unsuccessful,
We move forward.
Long March spirit,
will be our eternal flag,
That's the soul of our spirit,
Hold it high,
We will be invincible,
We can turn the tide.