#我和祖国在一起 #
Going to the square to see the flag raising has always been his long-cherished wish, and when he was a teenager, he dreamed of going to Tiananmen Square to see the flag raising, and to go to Tiananmen Square to sing "Beijing's Golden Mountain," singing "I Love Beijing Tiananmen." 》
At that time, I only knew that Beijing was in the north, and countless times I found the coordinates of Beijing on the map, but they were blocked by those rolling mountains, and going to Beijing to see the flag raising and holding the hands of the Young Pioneers to salute the national flag became a childhood dream.
In the blink of an eye to the junior high school stage, the school class basically returned to normal, but due to the lack of hard work in the early stage, the foundation was not good, the grades were not ideal, and even bored with school. There was a classmate in the class surnamed Dong, and when he introduced himself, he often said, "My surname is Dong, my name is Dong Jicheng, Dong Cunrui's Dong, Huang Jiguang's successor, Wang Cheng's Cheng." So we all cast admiring glances. But I privately called him "Dong Hei," because his face was darker than mine, Dong Hei liked to write poetry, often holding the poems he wrote, in the rape flowers outside the school wall, shaking his head and reading them to me, I also occasionally wrote and wrote about the movie after the feeling to him, the two people are considered to be "smelly." ”
For a period of time after the summer vacation, Dong Hei suddenly fell silent for many days, as if he was full of worries, and Yu Yu walked alone.
One day, like a volcanic eruption, he took my hand and jumped outside the school wall and said, I'm going to the prairie, to find Ayiguri. I have memorized all the Heroic Epic of Xinjiang , Alkalek " , I want to play Dongbula and sing it to Ayiguri myself , I want to ride my own fierce horse, ride the charming Ayiguri, and gallop in the depths of the vast grassland ... As he spoke, he drew a line of willow in his hand, like a horse whip raised high by him. I had to avoid him, or I might become a fierce horse under his whip, whipped mercilessly.
Oh my goodness! Nearly a thousand lines of "Alkalek" he actually recited it all, which shows how well he prepared, how arrogant, how strong, how magnificent the determination to pursue Ayiguri, I admired him even more, at first we admired each other, since then, I have become his heel, no regrets to follow.
He told me like a madman about his prairie plan. And I, as if I understood, Xinjiang, the grasslands, the charming Ayiguri, and the heroic epic "Alkalek." 》
So, the two of us sneaked into the geography teacher's office again, inspected the route of the Xinjiang grassland, and if we didn't look at it, we were crazy when we saw that I had to go through Beijing when I went to the Xinjiang grassland.
yes! Beijing, Tiananmen Square to see the flag raising, that is not my dream? So we hit it off and formed a secret alliance.
Celebrities don't say secret words, I talked to him about conditions, when we got to Beijing, we parted ways, you look for your Ayiguri, I went to my Tiananmen Square. He agreed.
Here, it is necessary to introduce my classmate Dong Hei, he is not an ordinary child, his father is the director of our sack factory, his uncle is the director of our county public security bureau, so he can definitely get what he wants. He was sometimes arrogant like a poet in his class, and no one could take care of him, including the teacher. Fortunately, he does not bully people, and he likes to report unfairness, and he reprimands and humiliates those students who are strong and weak, and no one dares to do anything to him.
When we felt that everything was more complete, we hesitated. Originally planned to ride a horse, only by riding a horse to show the true color of the hero, so as not to look shabby in front of Ayiguri. But the horses could not be found, and I thought about it, so I could only ride my bicycle. Lying about the bike was another precious day.
Everything was ready, and the night before the departure, in his house, in his little house, the two of us put together the money that had been swindled and coaxed from the house, and his was seven dollars two, and I was one dollar and nine, adding up, nine dollars one, less than ten dollars. In addition, there were five pounds of food stamps, three boxes of biscuits, a bunch of pancakes, and he didn't know where he got it from, and the bicycle he cheated on his uncle.
First, I put these things into my bag, sneaked out of his house, and waited for him next to the Wulishu barracks. He wrapped Dong Bu La in a sack and tied it to the bicycle beam, which he could not see without looking closely.
I arrived at the meeting point first, and he did not come for a long time. It's already the willows on the moon, and there is no shadow yet. Could it be discovered by the family? Are our great plans going to fall through?
This is not okay, how can you die before you get out of the school? On this August night, I craned my shoulders and thought about it.
"Ding-dong" suddenly a crisp bicycle bell sounded in the distance, which made me excited again. Dong Hei rode a bicycle, seemed to ride a war horse, straightened his waist, raised his hand and said to me, old man, see what I got?
"Gun!" I clearly saw a gun in his hand. He said, my cousin's starting gun, I took a lot of effort to blackmail it. I quickly took it and looked at it carefully, I had only seen the gun in the movie in the past, and it was the first time I actually touched the gun. He said that although it is a starting gun, it is the same as the real thing, and when it encounters a situation, pulling it out can still scare and frighten the villains. As he spoke, he snatched it from my hand, aimed his eyes into the distance, and made a "ping-pong" sound in his mouth before pinning the pistol into his belt.
So, we quickly got on the bus and rode to Beijing. It was one night in the late autumn of 1974, two fourteen-year-old teenagers, dazed, riding a bicycle, heading toward their ideals and goals, for Ayiguri and the Prairie, and for Tiananmen Square and the raising of the national flag.
Although we do not know how far away the road is, how rough it is, and still less how many tribulations there are, with a wave of heroism and the wayward stubbornness of the poet, we are on the road.
Probably after climbing to the top of a mountain in Junan, Shandong, we no longer had the strength, we were hungry and thirsty and sleepy, and we wanted to drink water but didn't bring it. Put the bike down and rest reclining against a rock. Dong Hei said that when Liu Hulan was fifteen years old, he became a great hero, and Chairman Mao gave her an inscription. Tonight, if we run into a bad guy and I fight him to death, will Chairman Mao know and will he write an inscription for us?
I said, it will. Dong Hei said, What words will Chairman Mao mention? Let me think. It will certainly lift the smallness of life and the greatness of death. Haha, so we laughed.
After dawn, we went down the mountain to our hometown to ask for water, and met a woman in her forties with a ragged dress, who was so kind that she poured all the water from her pot into a bowl and gave it to us to drink. By the way, we took out the biscuits in our bags and ate them with water, knowing that there were four children in their beds, boys and girls, all bare-buttocked, and watched us eat cookies. The youngest little girl, who had just been able to walk, staggered over to me and reached for my biscuit, and I looked at Dong Hei. Dong Hei didn't say a word, took out two boxes of the remaining biscuits and gave them to the children. The children took it to bed and scrambled to eat it.
The kind mother asked us where we were going and we told her the truth. She said, it's still a long way to go to the grassland, the biscuits are all for the baby to eat, I will give you a few corn cobs, take it with you on the road to eat.
She said, after eating, you ride along the road of the mountain hollow to the northeast, and when you pass the five lotuses, the road will be easy to walk.
It should be the third day after going out, we arrived at the Wulian Land Boundary, after dark, in order to get to Wulian County early, we continued to ride by the moonlight.
Suddenly, two lights behind me illuminated the gravel road like daylight. The two of us sang happily, "We walk on the main road, full of spirit and morale..."
When the car was about to overtake us, we saw that it was a medium jeep, and the car suddenly stopped, and two people jumped off the car and shouted: Stop, stop. Dong Hei quickly jumped out of the car, pulled out the starting gun from his waist and said, What are you? At this time, a teenager jumped out of the car and said: Ji Cheng, the family is looking for you to turn the sky, and Jia Changzheng, your mother cries at my aunt's house every day, do not eat or drink, you two really do it! One is going to the grassland to find Ayi Guli, one is going to Beijing to see the national flag raised, the black bowl is playing soy sauce, and the color is right. If it wasn't for junan's aunt telling us, we really couldn't catch up with you!
The police officer from the Public Security Bureau who came with the car did not say a word and lifted the bicycle into the jeep box. Dong Hei shouted, we don't go back, we can't pay halfway. I say that the revolution has not yet succeeded, and that comrades still need to work. The police said, "I'm going to tie you up." I was too frightened to speak. Dong Hei said, don't spoil my beloved Dong Bu La, it is what I dedicated to Ayi Guli. The police said Ayiguri had long been married to Amir. Dong Hei said, No, it was Gulam who married Amir, not Ayi Guli.
The first time I went to Cheonan Square to see the national flag raised, it was aborted.
The real sight of the flag being raised is 20 years later. 2000, the year of the millennium. My daughter was 11 years old and my son was just eight years old, so I took them to Beijing to see the flag raised. Since the first night was a courtyard hotel in the southernmost part of Qianmen Avenue, worried about getting up late in the morning, I slept almost all night, holding a book, reading a book for a while, and looking at my watch, lest I delay watching the raising of the national flag.
At five o'clock in the morning, I shouted them up, my daughter Ru has been in the third grade, know that it is a very solemn thing to see the raising of the national flag, put on her clothes early, wear a bright red scarf, because after watching the flag raising we left Beijing directly, and my daughter also took the initiative to hang some duffel bags on her body, and it seems that the small body can't bear it. I hurriedly urged my ignorant son Ruo, who did not have a red scarf, and saw that his sister was wearing it, and he wanted it again, which made me very unhappy. It was not easy to coax well, so I ran to the square, even if I knew that the south entrance was not open, I had to run to the mouth of the People's Cultural Palace to enter. Seeing that there was not enough time, I took my son's hand, carried a heavy bag, and trotted all the way, breathlessly under the flagpole of the square, which was already methodically surrounded by people, people holding small red flags and shaking, and everyone had a happy smile on their faces.
The national flag team walked through the Jinshui Bridge in a neat and uniform stride from Tiananmen Square, and as soon as they crossed the Jinshui Bridge, they were changed to salute soldiers walking, and the sound of "clanging" leather boots was deafening from far and near. I put my son on my shoulders and my daughter squeezed herself into the front. When the national flag was raised in full bloom, my daughter, my son, and thousands of Chinese people who were present and not present raised their right hands and saluted the flag that fluttered in the wind and the blood of countless martyrs.
When the flag was raised, my tears fell. I really heard the sound of the pulse of all people beating strongly, and I really felt that a powerful country was rising like the sun...
When the flag was raised, my tears fell. The exploited and oppressed Chinese nation has finally become stronger; the industrious and simple people have finally stopped worrying and fearing food and clothing for food and clothing; and the great army has always defended the integrity and inviolability of territory, airspace and territorial waters with its life and blood. As a father, I am proud that my children grew up in the peaceful, warm embrace of the motherland to study and study; as a national, I am proud, today we walk in any country, we can raise our eyebrows, and the instrument is lofty, because the country supports us, and the national flag adds color to us!
Later, I looked at the national flag in Beijing's Tiananmen Square and wrote a long cultural essay of nearly 20,000 words, "Ah! Beijing" was serialized in three times in local newspapers.
Written by Jia Hongzhong
Wednesday, October 6, 2021