Mr. Liang Congjie once recalled in "The Long Sky Sacrifice":
1937 "VII. After the incident, his father Liang Sicheng and his mother Lin Huiyin, who were engaged in the study of Chinese architectural history, took him, his sister and his grandmother to leave the ancient city of Beiping in a hurry with a group of cultural people and retreated to the rear of the southwest.
In October, they arrived in Changsha, and caught up with Japan aircraft raids, and the bombs fell only a dozen meters from their temporary house, and the whole family escaped death, but their luggage was buried under the rubble.
At the beginning of December, they finally got on a long-distance bus to go to Kunming, and the dilapidated and crowded cars were bumped with difficulty on the steep and narrow winding dirt road, stopping at deserted streets and wild shops along the way, with piles of bed bugs and lice, and thieves and bandits often haunted.
Lin Hui suffered from lung disease in his early years, and his physical strength was exhausted, and a few days later, on a rainy evening, he arrived at a dilapidated small city ~ Huang County at the junction of Hunan and Guizhou.
On both sides of the muddy road, there are rows of prefabricated houses, and dim candlelight flashes here and there.
The family searched the hotel along the street, but after walking a few streets and alleys, they did not find a single bunk. Due to the collapse of the road ahead, several flights of passengers have been stranded here.
Lin Hui coughed incessantly and had to put her son on the ground to gasp, her cheeks were crimson and her forehead was burning.
They broke into a teahouse and begged the boss to make a bunk, and the whole family sat under the eaves with nothing to do.
Suddenly heard a beautiful violin sound, all of which were Western classical songs, Liang Sicheng ran into the dark rainy night, looking for the sound, when he knocked on the gatehouse of the inn, the music stopped abruptly, and a group of young people in the uniforms of Air Force cadets looked at him.
After Liang Sicheng explained his intentions, they immediately enthusiastically vacated a room and helped put Lin Huiyin on the creaking small building.
It turned out that they were cadets of the 7th class of the Hangzhou Jianqiao Aviation School of the Air Force, and they were also retreating to Kunming and had been blocked in Huangxian for several days.
That night, Lin Hui suffered from acute pneumonia and had a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius, and he fell unconscious as soon as he entered the door. It was from this moment that the Liang family formed a special friendship with these more than 20 flight students.
At the beginning of 1938, Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin's family went to Kunming, and these students were also trained at the aviation school at Wujiaba Airport.
Around 20 years old, all of them come from the coastal provinces and cities of Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian and Guangdong, far away from their families, and even unable to communicate, and their lives are boring and lonely.
During the holidays, they often came to the Liang family for gatherings, and it happened that Lin Huiyin's third brother Lin Heng (the 10th student of the aviation school) also came to Kunming, so that the relationship between the Liang family and this batch of flight students became closer.
They have formed a big family, which is especially precious and warm in this era of war and chaos, and at the moment when the country is in danger.
They regarded Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin as elder brothers and sisters, and they often talked about their hearts, complained, scolded the hateful instructors, complained about the dilapidated planes, and fantasized about being able to fly United States or United Kingdom new destroyers.
Sometimes they boated together on the 500-mile Dianchi Lake, playing the violin, singing, swimming, and they also secretly admired the handsome boat girl, fighting for which one was more like the "Cuicui" in Shen Congwen's "Border City".
More than a year later, this group of young people flew into the blue sky and fought in the sky.
At the graduation ceremony, because none of them had relatives in Kunming, they invited Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin to be their "honorary parents" and speak at the ceremony.
However, this Sino-Japanese air battle was extremely tragic, and immediately afterward, bad news continued to come.
The Liang family received the first official letter and a small package from the army~ Chen Guimin's death notice and some of his diaries, photos and letters and other relics.
Chen Guimin is not tall, square-faced, and is a "little Lao Guang" who loves to be hilarious, and often tells stories with a strong Cantonese accent.
He also has many stories of his own, once, a Japanese plane with a leaked oil tank dived and shot at him, but it didn't hit, but it poured black oil on his head from his open cockpit, he was already dark-skinned, and after landing he was simply a black man, and his comrades laughed.
Another time, he ran out of bullets in an air battle, and found that he was bitten by a Japanese plane on the tail, but the guy had no bullets, and the two planes flew side by side, so they took out their pistols and shot at each other, and the pistol bullets were also gone.
Chen Guimin was determined to knock down the enemy plane, but the people relied on the superior performance of the plane to dodge it, and he was so anxious that he burst into tears. …… Unexpectedly, such a cheerful and optimistic young man was the first to die in their group of students.
Ye Pengfei is also a native of Guangdong, and contrary to Chen Guimin, he is slender and not good at talking, and he is a quiet big boy.
Because the fighter plane was too old and in disrepair, he encountered mechanical problems twice and had to abandon the plane and parachute, which made his heart very heavy, and he told his relatives in tears that he was shameless to Jiangdong's father, and vowed never to jump a third time.
When returning from a warning flight, his fighter plane had a serious failure, and the long plane ordered him to parachute, but he did not obey his fate, but threw himself into the arms of the earth with his beloved fighter. There is a special sense of sadness and depression over his death.
Do you still remember the sound of the violin that rainy night in Huang County, which made them bond? The one who played the violin was Huang Dongquan.
His relics were also sent to the Liang family, and he sacrificed a particularly heroic death, when he shot down an enemy plane and went to attack another enemy plane, he was unfortunately hit, and his body was smashed to pieces, so that he could not be recovered......
Lin Huiyin held the death notice and their relics again and again, and wept silently.
In 1941, her third brother Lin Heng was also killed in the air battle in Chengdu. In the face of this heavy blow, she suffered a recurrence of lung disease, was bedridden, and often looked through the photos and diaries of these young people over and over again, feeling sad and unable to control herself.
Among the pilots Lin Huiyin knew, only Lin Yao was left. Lin Yao is a native of Fuzhou, and he is the oldest and most calm and experienced among the pilots of the same period.
Lin Hui treats this young man with the same surname as if he were his own brother. Lin Yao often wrote long letters to Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin, and Lin Huiyin always read them repeatedly and said to her husband: "This is a very thoughtful person. ”
Lin Yao was also shot through his left elbow in an air battle in 1941, and although he did not hurt his bones, he broke a major nerve. After the wound healed, the doctor operated on him a second time, and forcibly connected the nerve, so that the arm could not be straightened, and the neuralgia was the most unbearable.
Knowing that he liked Western classical music, the doctor recommended that he buy a gramophone to calm his nerves with music, supplemented by various restorative exercises.
While playing Beethoven's "Fifth Symphony" loudly, he used all kinds of sports equipment at his disposal to straighten his left arm, and he often sweated profusely. In this way, he gradually regained the function of his arm and returned to the front line of air combat.
In 1944, a year before the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, Lin Yao disappeared in the air battle of Hengyang, and his plane and remains were never found.
So far, the more than 20 fresh and hot-blooded good men Lin Huiyin knew were all martyred and died in the sky.
This is particularly heavy on Lin Huiyin's spiritual trauma, and she can't let go of it for a long time, and she wrote a long poem "Crying Third Brother Heng" on the hospital bed with full of sorrow.
At this time, it has been three years since Lin Heng's sacrifice, and what she mourns is obviously not just her brother:
“……
Ah, don't be sad, sad, I can't comfort you.
I thought about it a few times a day:
You have given all that you have, and you are with your brothers
Again, give your lives;
There is everything that is young; There are still opportunities in the future,
possible work in the prime of life, wisdom in old age;
Possible love, family, children, and all that
the right to live, joy; And the dispute of life!
You give so much, for whom? You believe
In the future, how many people in China will be happy
Thy head is more important than thyself; That immortal
China's history needs to be immortalized in the world.
You believe, you do, and in the end you give everything over.
I fully understand why I am crying for you.
Just because you're a child, but you don't leave anything for yourself,
When I was a child, I looked forward to your happiness, and your safety in wartime,
Today you have no children to care for and comfort,
And the portraits of thousands of countries have forgotten, who are you dying for! ”
The poem was published in May 1948.
It is this sentence "And thousands of people have forgotten, who are you dying for!" "It made me teary-eyed, restless, and painful.
Are today's Chinese people really so indifferent and forgetful? Although the common human disease is forgetting, there is nothing wrong with that. If it is a national affair or a family affair or a world affair, everything is concerned; Big things, small things, trivial things, and never forget everything, then it will be too annoying to live.
Although the past is like smoke, some things will gather but not disperse, scatter but not break, and we always have some past events that should not be forgotten.
--Bibliography "Sino-Japanese Air War", by Dai Kuixian
Anti-Japanese Air War [No. 63]
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