Thinking so heavy that you can't sleep
In a small villa halfway up Mount Qingcheng, although I tried my best to catch my breath and close my eyes slightly, there was an emotion that made me unable to be at peace. I know that what disturbs me is not the youthful appearance of young people in the daytime, nor the warm yellow wine before going to bed. Could it be the starry night, or the sound of the ancient temple nearby? It seems that this is not the present day of this dark night, all life has gathered its minds, placed in meditation a devout soul. However, my consciousness was still so strong, infected by a temptation and a distant horn, and my emotions were inexplicably agitated. I forgot that at this moment I was in the silent mountain forest, thus getting rid of the earthly shock. I forgot even more that yesterday evening, when I stepped on the stone path, I listened to the joy of the spring water, and the sweetness of the tea in my leisure time.
The reason for the agitation is actually very simple, because I have just closed a book, which is Marshal Zhukov's "Memories and Reflections". In the face of the glorious deeds of the Soviet soldiers, the courageous dedication, in the grand chapter of collectivist conviction and the noble purpose of defending the motherland. In the presence of the heroes of Matlosov, Zoya and Shula, and Fadeyev's Young Guards, I did not dare to fall asleep.
I'm one of the lucky ones. When Memories and Reflections was first released in China at the end of 1972, I was one of the first readers. I have tried several times to keep this set of books in the unit for myself, but as the propaganda officer of the railway unit, I do not have the courage. Later, I finally bought this set of books at the Xinhua Bookstore in Baotou, but unlike the version I had read, more than a hundred photographs in the original book had been deleted, and I could no longer see the images of Generals such as Zhukov, Konev, Rokossovsky, Timursingo, and Waduddin, nor the heroic Soviet soldiers roaring towards the German fascist aggression in order to defend the motherland, nor the picture of the Soviet soldiers who had stirred my life and sacrificed for the motherland. This regret almost brought me to tears.
In that unforgettable photograph, dozens of soldiers sacrificed inside and outside the trenches, some wearing lambskin hats, some wearing tweed coats, some facing the sky, some leaning over and kissing the ground. The expression of every soldier who sacrificed was so calm. To this end, I once tried to exchange my own set of books for the unit's set of "Memories and Thoughts". But when I plucked up the courage to say what I was trying to do, the one I had hoped for was long gone. The librarian complained to me why I didn't open my mouth earlier.
The Great Patriotic War in the Soviet Union was the most magnificent chapter of the Second World War. For Marshal Zhukov told us very clearly that his Memories and Reflections were dedicated to the great and heroic Soviet soldiers.
Many hypotheses have been proposed. If it were not for Stalin's brutal purge of army generals, who killed a large number of outstanding army leaders such as the great strategist Tukhachevsky, and had it not been for the fact that the leaders of the Soviet Union had stood idly by while the German fascists first launched their campaign against the Czech Republic, Poland, and other countries, and even tried to get a piece of the pie, how could they have been so passive in the face of Hitler's aggression against the Soviet Union? That is to say, the Great Patriotic War in the Soviet Union may have been avoided or postponed. In fact, the politics of fascism is fundamentally to destroy the Soviet Union and the world, and the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union is a historical necessity. American writer William W. In his book The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, Cheyle reveals a wealth of evidence of bloody, dehumanizing killings of Nazi Germany and Hitler that have never been seen before. That is to say, the clutches of fascism must reach the Soviet Union. History has no possibilities and ifs.
As a natural warrior, participant and witness of the Great Patriotic War, Marshal Zhukov not only comprehensively and objectively expounded history in the book "Memories and Reflections", but also comprehensively showed the panorama of the history of World War II, as well as the political, social and real military aspects of the war period. What is particularly valuable is that the marshal's accurate thinking and the affirmative answers given to many people's doubts make the reader feel accurate. This set of books not only makes it clear that war is a bloody politics. And soberly tell people that the just war will be won. For a just war has the great spiritual power of the people. As the German military scientist Clausewitz wrote in his treatise On War: "War is nothing more than the continuation of politics by another means." At the same time, he pointed out that "the spiritual element is one of the most important issues in war." Chairman Mao also said that the War of Resistance Against Japan is a people's war, "Soldiers and people are the foundation of victory!" "Thinking of this, my eyes again appear in front of the picture of those heroic Soviet soldiers who sacrificed themselves inside and outside the trenches during the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union, and at the same time of great excitement, my eyes were a little moist. I thank Marshal Zhukov, as one of the commanders of the Great Patriotic War of the USSR, who did not owe it to himself, and in his thinking the sacrifice of the heroic and fearless Soviet soldiers was the decisive factor in the victory of the war.
The battle for Leningrad mentioned in Memories and Reflections is one of the most remarkable and unforgettable scenes in the world. The beastly Hitler shouted arrogantly: "We do not want to keep a part of the population of such a big city." It can be seen how cruel this defensive war in the face of fascist politics is. Marshal Zhukov participated in and commanded the defensive battle, and he was entitled and entitled to glorify the great Soviet soldiers in Memories and Reflections. In more than nine hundred days of fighting, more than 1.5 million Leningrad soldiers and civilians were killed and starved to death, but they never retreated. In the book "Memories and Reflections", the resistance of the Leningrad soldiers and civilians and the spiritual strength of heroic dedication are affirmed and pointed out that this is an example of mankind's brilliant victory in the most cruel test. I particularly like the line written in the American book "World War II": "A general can win a battle, but only the people can win the war!" When we watched the TV series "Bright Sword", while being touched by Li Yunlong's courage to show his sword in the face of a strong enemy, we should also praise the heroic warriors under his command who detonated explosives and died with the enemy, as well as the people who bravely sacrificed zhao Jiayu.
When I was in elementary school, I saw a shocking Soviet film based on real people and real events, "Leningrad Symphony". Fighting on the front lines of the defense of Leningrad, the great Soviet composer Shostakovich created this heroic epic when Leningrad was besieged. This symphony is like the roar of Soviet soldiers in the trenches, in the face of fascist aggression, Shoskotavić carved a knife-like questioning, with every note, every rhythm, every melody, agitated proclamation: "This song is a poem of battle, a hymn of a strong national spirit!" "The soldiers and civilians of Leningrad decided to play this immortal symphony on the Leningrad front against fascism. But almost all the musicians, at this moment on the battlefields all over the Soviet Union, fought valiantly with weapons against the fascist enemies. After being summoned, they did not hesitate to rush through the enemy's encirclement, braving the enemy's artillery fire, and rushed to Leningrad without hesitation. For the sake of ideals, for the sake of justice, these musicians have followed suit, with tenacious will and stubborn eyes to the front line of Leningrad, although many musicians sacrificed on the road, but they are still advancing, never stopping their steps.
On August 9, 1942, amid the rumbling of enemy artillery fire, this symphony was finally performed for the first time on the Leningrad front, a profound expression of the anger and resistance of the Soviet people, which resounded proudly over Leningrad in the midst of war. To be honest, at the time, when I watched this movie, probably due to my young age, I didn't shed tears. However, when I grew up and opened the book "Memories and Reflections", I saw Marshal Zhukov's description of the unbreakable and unswerving faith of the Soviet people, but I could not help myself, and I cried bitterly and could not be calmed for a long time. I remembered the picture again, of the Soviet soldiers who had died in and out of the trenches. Once again, I felt that the heroic sacrifice of the Soviet soldiers was the recollection and reflection of Marshal Zhukov.
War is brutal and an absolute human tragedy. Aesthetician Zhu Guangli's book "The Psychology of Tragedy" raises the question of why some people like tragedy and like to feel that this pain is their long-awaited pleasure when they get pain. Zhu Guangqian seeks a new balance between aesthetics and morality, tradition and modernity. to explain his confusion. I think Zhukov's Memories and Reflections have answered this question directly or indirectly. We should affirm the cruelty of war, which is clearly an understatement in terms of pain. Any tragedy has a degree beyond which it is sin. There is no way to find a balanced standard of knowledge for sin. American writer William W. In his book The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, Chayler revealed a great deal of evidence of unprecedented bloodshed and dehumanizing killings of Nazi Germany and Hitler. Through these vivid historical materials, through the suffering of hundreds of millions of people and the sacrifice of tens of millions of soldiers throughout World War II, I really don't understand how some people can find pleasure in the pain of tearing their hearts and lungs. The Soviet composer Alexanderrov was shocked by the heroism of the Soviet soldiers on the front line, and in a short time he composed the song "Holy War", in which he roared out in anger: "Let the noble anger, like a wave rolling, carry out the people's war, the holy war!" "The sacred belief in war does not even bother to mention the pain, and the sacred belief in war is the pleasure of the Soviet soldiers, and it can also be said that the pleasure proposed by Mr. Zhu Guangqian!
In the cracks of the night of Qingcheng Mountain, the sound of song insects vibrating their wings was heard, and the restless murmurs of chicks. I closed "Memories and Reflections" and heard the water droplets in the crevices of the mountain rocks dripping in an orderly manner, quietly merging into the flowing stream. Somehow in my ears rang the Soviet song "Farewell to the Slavic Woman" when the Soviet soldiers and relatives said goodbye: "In the deep blue night, the soldier's star flashes------ Goodbye, dear hometown, goodbye, lovely eyes------。 "Even if they want to go to a distant battlefield, they will always be accompanied by their lovers and the longing and concern for their hometown." Does this kind of grandeur for the hometown and for the lover still need to be elaborated? As another Soviet song, "The Path," sings: "I will follow my lover to the battlefield along this slender path." At this moment, I finally understood that the enlightenment of the book "Memories and Reflections" is that the people are the absolute factor in defeating the strong enemy. The world will never be quiet, even if everything is silent, everyone is drunk, and the landscape is annihilated. Every generation of us must always be prepared!
The German philosopher Heidegger once said: "Man should poetically inhabit this land!" "What a beautiful yearning. But Zhukov's Memories and Reflections tell people that the poetry of the distance, the tranquility of the perch, is a false fantasy. In this world, there will always be the restlessness of life sweeping away the decadence of decay, and there will always be a single awakening chant that prompts the brilliance of truth. Marshal Zhukov's reflections on the war are a true materialist view of history. His thoughts were the sounds that burst out after the war had subsided, so crisp as a jingling bell. This voice will leave a meaningful philosophical reflection on war for today's peaceful life.
Needless to say, the rumbling of the misty sunrise will excite us, and the gentleness of the footsteps of the East Mountain Crescent Moon will make us happy. While natural phenomena symbolize vigorous life, they sometimes obscure the urgency of people thinking about war. Even forget the cruel process of war, forget the stark contrast between meanness and grandeur, forget the complementarity of evil and magnificence in the world. What is more, the reference to the history of the suffering of our nation through the waves of disaster is only regarded as a record of history, and as for the heroes and martyrs who died, it is only a verbal glory. In the years when the heavens and the earth were yellow and the world was vicissitudes, in many people, the memories of the war became a light wind, green as smoke; they became flying snow fluttering, white and elegant. People seem to be bewildered by the tranquility around them, and on the surface they speak generously, but in their hearts they are afraid of the coming of war. After reading the book "Memories and Reflections", we finally feel that there is a force burning our bodies and spirits, and we must go through a real, objective and profound thinking through the memories of war.
What should we think about war? The attitude of contradiction, regret, and resentment is too fluttering, and the slogans of ideals, pursuits, and expressions are also space holes. But in the face of the reality of war, we must think. Otherwise, Hitler, Chiang Kai-shek, and even many U.S. presidents who started the war, all their evil deeds and acts of waging war will be light, and the suffering of war will follow. In a sense, thinking is actually a sail that is full of winds and waves. Sail the little boat that we remember about the war even further. If, we lose our thoughts, we may imagine war as a fairy tale. I often ask myself, if we lose our thoughts, we will be difficult to distinguish between dawn and darkness, always immersed in the silence of all kinds, let the soul rest, our lives will lose change, even if there is an occasional laughter, it is also frightening, and so, people, think that the world has lost its thinking about war, and the world will return to a dead silence.
When I was young, when I read the "Butterfly Love Flower" written by the famous Qing Dynasty lyricist Naran Sexde, I was often overwhelmed by the sentimentality in the words, but I could not understand the other meaning. At that time, I read that "if the moon wheel is finally clean, I don't know that the ice and snow are hot." The sentence, the heart is dry and hot, stirring the dream of youth, and reading the second half of this "Butterfly Loves Flowers", "Singing the autumn grave is not resting, and the spring bush recognizes the amphibian butterfly." Instead, since love is the most beautiful and most worthy of eternal pursuit of feelings in the world, and it is a huge work of life, why use the sadness and desolation of autumn graves and amphibian butterflies to extinguish young people's longing for love? After reading the book "Memories and Reflections", suddenly, I had a sense of empowerment. The autumn grave of life, the theory of amphibian butterflies in the afterlife, must be the result of thinking. Just like the process and the end of the war, although we have a long breath, if we forget to think, who would have thought that the war, which is as sad as the autumn grave and the amphibian butterfly, will not happen again tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?
A friend of mine wrote a poem called "Tranquility." The poem reads: "I would like to miss and give myself a tranquility." Tranquility but high above the full moon. Occasionally, tranquility would fall into a deep well, and I could only pick up the water of tranquility and lick the coolness of the ------。 Although tranquility is the most exquisite desire of the heart, I still do not believe that there is still tranquility in this world. "Having read this poem, I was inspired. Especially after closing the book "War and Thinking", I suddenly felt that in the silence, what never stopped was the oath of the noble, the trumpet of the warriors charging, and the never-ending sigh of the bored, the confusion of the despicable. Admittedly, in the quiet, there will always be "half a window ledge, without tapping, and shake the flowers and trees when I come." "That kind of realm, but in reality, isn't this not a separate thought?" Thinking about it, I feel more and more heavy. Forget it, don't think about it, it's late at night, it's time to sleep, maybe put the book "Memories and Reflections" on the pillow, I will have a good dream. This dream must be "peach blossom spring water Xiangjiang river crossing, a boat, winding away." "It is also coincidental that at the time of dreaming, the wind in the mountains blows slightly, skimming around the branches and leaves, half cool and half light, dreaming of willow silk thousands of knots, into the heart soaked in flowers like snow.
Suddenly, the photos of Soviet soldiers sacrificing themselves inside and outside the trenches in the book "Memories and Reflections" clearly appeared in front of me. I know, tonight is another sleepless night.