A picture frame hangs in a very simple old house in the urban area of Cili County, Hunan Province. The owner of the photo frame is named Jian Xianzhen. At the age of 94, no one knows her other special identity except for her neighbors as an ordinary long-lived elderly person.
In front of this picture frame, the face of the dim person is blurred, as if covered with a layer of dust of time.
Carefully identified, in addition to Jian Xianzhen himself, there were three women.
Jian Xianren, second sister, old Red Army, ministerial cadre, deceased, former wife of Marshal He Long;
Jian Xianfo, the fourth sister, the old Red Army, the former vice minister of the Ministry of Water and Power, 105 years old, the wife of General Xiao Ke;
He Jiesheng, niece, major general, military writer, 86 years old, daughter of Marshal He Long.
The names of the three women, such as thunder through the ears and echoes on the wall, have been painted with a heavy stroke in the history of New China.
This pen originated in Sangzhi County, Hunan Province.
Marshal He Long, the brother-in-law of Jian Xianzhen, made a revolution with two kitchen knives, and Liu Jiaping of the Red Second Army transferred troops, starting the 25,000-mile long march of the Red Army, composing a magnificent epic of the Chinese revolution and becoming a towering monument in the historical process of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
From the Long March all the way to the founding of New China, in this arduous journey, the seventh sister Jian Xianzhen successively lost the third brother Jian Xianwei and the fifth brother Jian Xianchao. He was only 21 years old when he was killed by the Kuomintang, and Jian Xianchao starved to death on the way to climb the snow-capped mountains at the age of 17.
Her second and fourth sisters were the few female Red Army soldiers who had completed the Long March. The daughter of the second sister, He Jiesheng, was born just 18 days after the departure of the Long March; Xiao Baosheng, the son of the fourth sister, was born on the Long March Road, and they were the youngest descendants of the Red Army who were carried by their mothers to complete the Long March Road. Her two sisters wrote a spiritual legend of female tenacity and greatness.
Under the influence and cultivation of such a red family, Jian Xianzhen sent letters and let loose the wind for the revolutionary work of the underground party of the CPC as a child; during the difficult period of the great revolution, he even assisted his father in sending money and gifts to the underground party organization of the CPC.
The Family of Jian devoted their fate to the great cause of the liberation of the Chinese nation with great determination.
Walking along the crowded houses along the county's Shirong Road, walking into one of the alleys, No. 2 Xinke First Lane, they came to Jian Xianzhen's home.
After graduating from Taoyuan Normal School in Hunan in 1945, he taught at the Zhixiqiao Primary School in The East Of The County, Cili County, and later followed his second sister Jian Xianren to the Quiet Street Primary School in Jiang'an District, Wuhan City, Hubei Province, to continue teaching, and used this identity to cover up and secretly work for the underground party organization of the CCP.
After the founding of new China, she was transferred to Wuhan Guangrong Village Primary School as the principal. Later, because he missed his hometown and returned to Cili County, he first did a job as a ticket collector of the Commercial Bureau, and then transferred back to the education front under the care of the organization, and became an ordinary teacher in the second primary school of Chengguan Town, Cili County, and gradually re-became the principal of the school until retirement.
Over the years, the elderly have been hidden in the downtown area and living in the dark room. This is the real Burrow, simple and old to shabby. The old man is nostalgic for the old, and everything is not abandoned. Those old things engraved with memory marks, in her eyes, are the existence of stories, from this old house was built brick by brick by her and her wife like swallow mud, it has accompanied her, in the hand-built light and happy days all the way.
In this dilution of happiness, the figures of those sacrificed relatives and martyrs always loom in her memory, and the smoke of the revolution seems to be able to come from the light and shadow dust around the photo. Those people, those things, if there are love, they are old.
Perhaps because of this, in the hearts of the old man, fame and fortune, gains and losses are so indifferent. The old man was innocent when he worked, and when he retired, he hid his past merits and names. Chatting with people, she is more low-key and humble than ordinary people, never showing off her family history and talking about the past. She also did not ask the organization for any request, and even gave up the treatment she should have enjoyed - with her work experience, she should have enjoyed leave treatment according to national policy, but she firmly refused. At the time, she said to the organization, "My salary is enough, I don't need to give me more." ”
In her home, the space is narrow, the tables and chairs are old, and only the group photo on the wall shows the extraordinary family.
Meritorious generals, bell mountains and storms, the vicissitudes of the right way in the world.
The relatives in the photo frame have already left one, and the other two have reached old age or are in their infancy. Distant relatives, gradually drifting away. The history of the arduous struggles of those revolutionary years, the stories of blood and tears of those national families, in this old house, under the ubiquitous low-key of the owner, like a movie at the end, are deliberately fading out of people's sight.
All the way to the past. Here in the old man, everything, such as still water flowing deeply, mountains are silent.
So far, she has openly acknowledged only one identity — a 64-year-old member of the Communist Party of China.
When we arrived, the old man was sitting quietly behind the interlaced pillar of light in front of the window, watching the tiny particles of dust floating in the pillar of light. Her face was rosy, her palms were warm, her words were gentle, her thinking was clear, and the years seemed to be unable to bear to drop even a speck of dust on her. With an open-minded mind, she has lived herself into a prosperous and auspicious life.
Through the dust and smoke of the years, her eyes have been looking at this red land.
If you don't forget it, there will be an echo.
At the memorial hall of the Long March of the Second Front of the Chinese Workers' and Peasants' Red Army in Sangzhi Liujiaping, the smoke of gunfire dispersed, and a monument stood, and history will eventually be remembered.
From standing up to getting rich and strong, the sons and daughters of modern China have given a sonorous historical answer; and now, a prosperous style of prosperity of the country, prosperity and strength of the nation, and happiness of the people is slowly opening the curtain of the times. (Author Li Haiying)