(Original) Red Travel——Liupan Mountain

Bare, in fact, there is nothing to say. It's just that after the great man's "The peak of Liupan Mountain, the red flag swirls in the west wind", we have the admiration for the great man, the reverence for the mountain, and want to see it.

Perhaps because I wanted to be in tune with the great man, I chose to set out for Liupan Mountain in late autumn with the mood of pilgrimage. The autumn wind in the northwest is biting and biting, and the yellow sand rolled up blows against my face. In the midst of depression and desolation, the car circled up and made six turns before reaching the top of the mountain. This may be why the mountain is named Liupan. This is a typical barren mountain in the northwest. The sky is a rich gray-blue color that makes people unable to understand; the clouds seem to have been blown away by the hunting cold wind and have disappeared. Being on the Great Northwest Plateau, its majesty and steepness are not apparent at all. But it strangles the communication throat between the Great Wall and the Central Plains. Looking around, the highways from Xi'an to Lanzhou and from Yinchuan to Xi'an are like two thin belts connecting at the foot of the mountain; since Wei Qing and Huo Qubing attacked the Xiongnu in the north, it has It has become a strategic location that military strategists of all ages have fought for. However, what really made it well-known to the Chinese people and stand out in history was the heroic, romantic and passionate expressions of the great man after the Red Army's Long March.

Not far down the mountain is the legendary Sanguan Pass where Yang Liulang fought against the Liao soldiers and where Mu Guiying defeated the Liao soldiers' Tianmen Formation. However, these seem to have gone far away, leaving only legends for people to share the joy and imagination of heroism after dinner. What has not gone away is only this flag fluttering in the wind and the bright colors on the flag that are mottled but will not fade. The red color burns with our heroic feelings. This is a nation that needs heroes but never lacks them. The accumulation of inland consciousness and Confucian culture over the years has made this nation accustomed to clinging to the halo of heroes, shouting and rushing behind heroes, and is accustomed to expecting, Waiting, supporting and blindly following, but not thinking about how to become a hero myself.

Perhaps we can forget those Wei Qing and Huo Qubing who have gone far away, and those legendary Yang Liulang and Mu Guiying, but we still cannot forget that great man with poetic temperament and that romantic hero. , without his heroic words, Liupan Mountain would have just disappeared silently out of the memory of the world. How lucky is the mountain to have the name of a person; how unworthy the person is to be able to pass on the mountain. Of course, he does not need this mountain to make him shine in the annals of history: the mountain does not need him to make himself stand freely on the earth. But we still connect the mountain with him consciously or unconsciously. Perhaps this is the habit of our nation, letting the nature of mountains and rivers contain the humanistic atmosphere of legends and stories, and gradually letting these humanistic atmospheres entrusted with imagination, expectations and wishes cover the natural scenery; perhaps there is no humanistic nature It is just the leisure of the soul. The landscape carrying humanity is indeed the habitat of the soul. Just like this Liupan Mountain, as he walked into culture, history, and our inherent inertia.