Appreciation of the Centenary of the Founding of the Party 丨 Chinese the Hearts of the People (Excerpt) Author: Yang Shuo Recitation: Wang Hui

When I went to see the martyr, he was already buried and lying there in peace. His expression was very calm, like sleeping. I fixed my eyes on his face, I didn't know him, but I knew him very well. From Huang Jiguang, I am familiar with him; from Luo Shengjiao, I am familiar with him; from thousands of Chinese people, I am more familiar with him. His face is not at all striking. Whoever thinks that there are many thrilling things in such a person is wrong.

He is just a simple Chinese, and a few words can explain his life. His name was Shi Yuanhou, a native of Changqing, Shandong. Like all poor peasants, he was born with a hard life; and like all clever children, he sometimes came up with ridiculous ways to take revenge on the landlord. For example, a hole was dug in the landlord's pumpkin and dung was pulled in; on one occasion, some caterpillar hair was sprinkled into the landlord's bed, causing the landlord to sleep at night, and his body was itchy and painful. Later, he grew up and went to Jinan to pull foreign cars. Later, he joined the army.

Shi Yuanhou has an old father and mother in his family. This pair of old people, like all parents, no matter how long their son's beard is, they still treat their son as a child, always afraid that their son will not know how to add clothes when he is cold, and he will not know how to eat when he is hungry. Thousands of miles, but also to entrust people to carry the mother's old mountain shoes made of lights at night, and to write thousands of dings and dings in letters, afraid that the son will not cover the quilt at night and suffer from cold.

Shi Yuanhou also has a wife who has not passed through the door, named Shaoying. This wife is not like the women of the earlier years, who only know how to brush pots and cook rice to hold children, but she is studying in the town store. Shi Yuanhou once wrote a letter asking her what she wanted, and guessed it in her heart, thinking that it was something like some flower powder. A few days later, Shaoying replied, writing more clearly than Shi Yuanhou, but he wanted a fountain pen.

Before coming to Korea, Shi Yuanhou received a letter from his father, which said: "Your father is old, there is no shortage of life, that is, there is a lack of a grandson, if you are willing to obey, you should go home a day early and become a relative." Shi Yuanhou's heart was disturbed. Churning half a night can not sleep, the next day I got up and wrote an application to my superiors.

He has always liked to talk about making trouble, never annoyed, and others also like to joke with him, and call him "Shi Backward" according to Shi Yuanhou's voice. When the soldier next to him saw him writing the application, he laughed and went around making noise: "'Shi Backward' reported that he was going to marry his daughter-in-law." ”

Shi Yuanhou smiled and said, "Well, you can handle it!" "Since then, I have written seven reports in succession. But what he asked for was not to go home, but to go to the forefront of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea.

In February 1953, when the enemy was delusional about landing operations behind our front, Shi Yuanhou followed the team to Korea. As soon as the team arrived, they immediately dug tunnels, dug fortifications, and made preparations for anti-landing operations. Shi Yuanhou dug the trench and grinded his hands with blood bubbles, and he carried the wood and crushed the skin on his shoulders, just like a small mule and a colt, kicking his feet and sprinkling joy. He was a man with a surprising amount of words, and when others spoke, he loved to interject. Sometimes the bull's head was not right for the horse's mouth, which caused the soldiers to laugh at him and say, "I see that you must have been a mute in your last life, and you have been holding back all your words in this life." "He's not annoyed either. If someone calls him annoyed, he'll hug you and smile and say, "Blame me!" Blame me! ”

He never pays attention to good looks, clothes, shoes and socks, always sewn and mended.

Who's going to ask him, "What's the matter with you?" The newly haired shoes are not worn, and they are left on the bottom of the box? ”

Shi Yuanhou smiled and promised, "Who said not to wear it?" Half of the bottom was ground out earlier. ”

You don't have to ask much, he saw who was not wearing it, and gave it to someone. He is such a person, he can get along with anyone, his hands are big, as long as it is his things, you take it and use it yourself. In our lives, we will meet such people anytime and anywhere, and there is nothing to pay attention to. But in the fiery chest of such a person, there is a noble proletarian heart.

Spring nights are still cool. Shi Yuanhou stood on the sentry at the top of the mountain, and as soon as the mountain wind blew, the aroma of grass wafted up, and he suddenly remembered home. This kind of grass smell with a little earthy smell, he has been accustomed to smelling since he was a child. He imagined what his family was doing. Father appeared in his mind for a moment. The old man was wearing a cotton jacket, holding a hemp straw fire, coughing, and mixing night grass for the cattle. But his mother sat on the hot kang head, whimpering and shaking the spinning wheel. And his lover Shaoying, why didn't he sleep? You see her sitting under the sesame oil lamp, tilting her head, biting her lower lip slightly, as if she were writing a letter to him. He carried a letter from his lover in his arms, what did he write? It's almost like an instructor, giving people political lessons. I don't need you to train, I am a youth league member, I know much more than you. Who made me look like a person? Who cares about me this, cares about me that, and sends my relatives from the motherland to see us several times? You can rest assured that I will be worthy of the party and the people of the motherland.

At that time, Lian Li was studying Qiu Shaoyun's deeds, and Shi Yuanhou somehow became particularly sloppy and did not open his mouth much all day.

The comrades asked, "Are you sick?" ”

Shi Yuanhou said: "Hmm, I eat five big steamed buns at a time, and I am sick!" ”

The comrades laughed and asked, "So what's wrong with you?" ”

Shi Yuanhou said lazily, "I don't do anything!" When we went abroad, what did we say, now squatting in North Korea to eat, there is no merit at all, in the future, how to answer the people of the motherland? Look at Qiu Shaoyun! ”

As he spoke, he made up his mind to use his whole life to do what he should do, just like Qiu Shaoyun.

Fast forward to winter, and snowflakes have fallen on the North Korean front. A few months after the armistice was signed, relatives of the motherland braved the wind and snow to see the volunteers. There was a Mongolian cultural troupe that came to Shi Yuanhou's unit, and they all lived on campers, parked near Anju Station. Shi Yuanhou and several warriors were sent to serve as guards.

Behind the station is a belt of earthen mountains called Longtan Ridge. There is a large pond at the foot of the ridge, called Longtan Pond, and in the summer, people often bathe in it, and when they jump down, they do not show their heads, and they are more than a foot deep. At present, the ice is frozen, bright as a mirror, and it has become a good place for children to cherish skating.

It was that gloomy day, and at dusk, the comrades of the condolence group were going elsewhere. The guards packed their backpacks and got out of the camper, intending to go back to Ben Company. Someone saw that Shi Yuanhou did not come down, called out to him, and everyone left first. After walking a long way, I saw Shi Yuanhou walking out of the car with a gun, his expression was a little stuffy, and he showed a look of unrequited love to the condolence group. They are all people who value feelings, this breakup, I don't know when I can see my relatives in the motherland again, who can not stay nostalgic?

How far the soldier who went first walked out, suddenly someone behind him caught up and shouted, "One of your comrades fell into the water!" ”

Everyone rushed back, only to see that the Longtan pool had collapsed a large piece of ice, and Shi Yuanhou's gun and Shi Yuanhou's clothes were thrown on the shore, but the people were gone. A child of about ten years old sat on the edge of the water, dripping ice water all over his body, unable to cry.

It turned out that this child had just squatted on the climbing plow and skated, saying that it was not good, and suddenly fell down. His hands were on the ice, the water soaked into his neck, and he cried and cried when he saw that he was about to sink to the bottom.

A volunteer flew up. This is our Comrade Shi Yuanhou. He threw down his gun, undressed, slid a few steps up to the child, reached out to pull the child, and with a loud bang, the ice collapsed again, and both men fell into the water. Only to see Shi Yuanhou drill in the water, showing his head, holding the child with both hands, and sinking down in the blink of an eye. He drilled up again and sank again. The third time he drilled up, he pushed the child into the ice with all his might, but he sank to the bottom and could no longer float.

When the warriors lifted him out of the water, his face turned blue and his chest cold. He had done what he was supposed to do with his whole life and left us quietly. What would he think when he was dying? Are you thinking of the party? Thinking of your homeland, your loved ones? He was only twenty-five years old. His short life was so simple, and his death was simple. But I can't help but ponder a question. Why are our people so desperate? Since there was a Huang Jiguang, then another, another. Now, there is a second Luo Sheng Sect.

I went to see the kid. The child's name is Zhao Yuanhong, who lives behind Longtan Ridge, and the name of the village is Sanlongli. Originally a member of the Workers' Party, dad was arrested and killed in the autumn of 1950 when the enemy attacked the northern half of Korea. Later, his mother was also killed, and Zhao Yuanhong was adopted by his uncle. Zhao Yuanhong dragged the volunteers' big shoes and wore the cotton gloves of the volunteers, saw us without saying a word, rubbed his eyes with the gloves, and just sobbed and cried. His uncle was already in his sixties, and he had been so upset last night that he hadn't slept well all night, and his face looked very sad. At the sight of us, the old man's lower lip trembled, with tears in his eyes, wiped his tears for half a day, pointed at the child, and said in a trembling voice: "It's all for this child, a volunteer died, I will never forget!" ”

Who can forget? The Korean people buried the remains of the martyrs on the Longtan Ridge with the most solemn funerals. At the foot of the ridge is Longtan Pond, where Shi Yuanhou gave his life to the Korean people. The Korean people also renamed Longtan Ridge "ShiYuan HouLing" and Longtan Pond "Shi Yuan Hou Chi". For thousands of generations, when they see this mountain and this piece of water, the descendants of North Korea will think of this person. Shi Yuanhou was a warrior, and before he was buried, he put a few rows of guns into the sky, which was the honor that a warrior deserved. Shi Yuanhou was buried, but I knew that his great heart was still beating, beating in the hearts of thousands of Chinese people. Good comrade, I am not only writing about you, I am writing about the hearts of Chinese people.

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