Unforgettable Sino-Russian border river

Unforgettable border river between China and Russia

Author Hainan Le Xiaoyao

In the long years, I will never forget the border river between China and Russia-Wusuli River, and I will never get enough of that song-Wusuli Boat Song.

The Wusuli River in my mind is about one kilometer wide and sparkling from afar, unlike the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. Just like a quiet and gentle lady, she gently moved the lotus steps across the Wanda Mountains and walked slowly across the vast plains. Like a tender mother, she has nurtured the forests, grasslands and fertile fields on both sides of the strait, and raised thousands of people in Qian Qian. She recorded the unique and interesting experience of my childhood life. I told my colleagues and friends about the interesting things on that river countless times. She is the star that will never disappear in my memory.

My father used to work in Xitong, a small riverside town, and occasionally took me to play in summer. I remember the Wusuli River in the sixties and seventies. The water was so clear. Against the background of blue sky and white clouds, the whole river was like a long blue ribbon, and the banks of the river were full of green eyes, only colorful wildflowers dotted it, and the scenery was beautiful. As soon as I get to the river, I can't wait to take off my shoes and run barefoot in shallow water. The water is crystal clear. From time to time, I fished up Jiangbei, which was shuttle-shaped, fan-shaped, oval ... with different shapes. Sometimes I catch the little fish playing around my legs. The little fish is clever and always slips away from my hands. The colorful pebbles at the bottom of the water are so beautiful! Some are like yellow amber, some are like red agate, and some are like mocui ... I picked up a pocket of pebbles, and my pocket dripped, and I took them out at home to show off to the children next door. The pebbles out of water were dull. I am so disappointed. When I grew up, I realized that nature carries everything, and only when everything chooses to adapt to its own environment can it be full of vitality and bloom the most gorgeous brilliance. Eagles fight in the sky, fish swim in the water, towering trees grow in Shan Ye, and ice flowers bloom under the snow and ice, so pebbles can only be colorful in the water.

The Wusuli River is not only picturesque, but also rich in products. I heard from my mother that in the early 196s, soft-shelled turtles with large washbasins were scattered all over the river beach, and the local people refused to eat them. The foreign "Rightists" ended their meatless diet and supplemented them every day. There are so many fish in the river fork that they are fished up in a big net, and there are dozens of pounds. October is the time for salmon to swim back to Wusuli River to produce seeds every year, and the separated salmon is hung in the yard of every household. In winter, when people dig an ice hole with steel in their hands, the fish will rush to the hole to take oxygen, so you can scoop the fish with a net bag. During the three-year period when there was no food due to natural disasters, each household was given a boat of fish, with more than 2, kilograms, as food to satisfy their hunger. Once my brother and I picked up mussels on the river beach, and a cigarette was filled with sacks, each bigger than a plate. There are dense hawthorn trees and sand fruit trees along the Raohe section of Wusuli River. In autumn, my mother took me to Raohe for a meeting, and left me safely by the river. I picked a big bag of hawthorn and sand fruit. My mother picked me up after the meeting and distributed the fruits I picked to my friends at the meeting. At that time, the wild hawthorn trees along the Wusuli River were famous.

The most interesting thing is to take a boat from Xitong to Raohe River. The main channel on the Sino-Soviet River is the national border. In some places, the boat is only two or three meters away from the Soviet shore, so it jumped into Su Xiu (meaning defected to the Soviet Union). The passenger ship sailed to the Soviet side, and the melodious song "Dongfanghong" was played on the loudspeaker. Sometimes, Russian girls who work in the fields put down their work and dance, and China people on board also dance the word "loyalty". What a friendly and harmonious scene. Although the relationship between China and Russia deteriorated at that time, music itself had no national boundaries and no hatred.

In my memory, the Wusuli River in winter was frozen for more than three feet, and the whole river became a silvery white road, which became a transportation line, with heavy traffic. The ice road was much flatter than the dirt road. At that time, both China and the Soviet Union built a wooden tower guard tower every twenty miles on their own side of the Wusuli River, about ten stories high, to monitor the border dynamics. The frozen deep water area of Wusuli River, that is, the ice surface of the main channel is lower, forming a slightly inclined slope with the banks. The national boundary is the main channel at the bottom of the ice surface, and it is marked by inserting trees about one meter high.

Some naughty children took the sledge and came to the river. While the border guards were not looking, they got on the sledge and slid down the slope of the river, breaking through the tree-country boundary and rushing to the Soviet side. Only the soldiers on the Soviet sentry post immediately fired their guns, but before the Soviet soldiers chased and caught people, the sledge quickly fell back to our side, thus easily leaving for home. Immediately afterwards, the Soviet Union protested with loudspeakers, and these children were inevitably confined to their parents. What a teenager! Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

In the late 196s, China and the Soviet Union made bad friends in the section of Zhenbaodao in Wusuli River. The Soviet Union thought that the country was strong and the soldiers were strong. Tanks and patrol soldiers repeatedly crossed the border and invaded our territory, and the war was on the verge. There are many soldiers from the two countries and border people from China on the tree border line. I often hear neighbors who have been to the border come back to tell stories about fighting Su Xiu.

border personnel of both China and the Soviet Union declared their sovereignty passionately. I remember our border people holding up placards with the words "Down with the new czar!" "Treasure Island is the territory of China!" "If people don't commit crimes against me, I won't commit crimes; If people attack me, I will commit crimes. " Wait (in fact, these placards are also used for self-defense). The slogans of our border residents shouted loudly, and the Soviet soldiers were not to be outdone. I saw the officers shouting "China!" in Chinese. His soldiers held out their little thumbs uniformly.

It's interesting that some Soviet soldiers put their hands on the side of their trouser pockets and gave their thumbs up when they saw the chief was away, which means China is good. Seeing the chief officer coming, he held his little finger high again. There are also Soviet soldiers who have crossed the national boundaries in a naughty way and cheekily took their legs back. It can be seen that these little soldiers are just ignorant children who take this thrilling scene as a joke. At that time, people who went to the border spoke a few Russian words. My father once took older students from Xitong Middle School, so my mother bought him a casual black cotton coat with a fox collar. The Chinese and Soviet personnel argued fiercely about the ownership of Treasure Island across the tree-lined national boundary. When the Chinese ran out of Russian, the two sides gestured. The scene was like a deaf-mute quarrelling, which was very funny.

At that time, Soviet soldiers had a wooden stick in their hands (at that time, both governments were unwilling to use weapons first to start a war, which was condemned by the whole world, so Soviet soldiers held wooden sticks in their hands). They were big and violent, and they often wounded and killed our border guards and border residents when patrolling. Later, a group of new recruits were transferred to our border guards. Whenever we saw Soviet soldiers beating our personnel, we rushed up and gave them a fat beating, which made them dizzy and confused. I don't understand how China soldiers suddenly became so effective. From then on, when I met the Chinese patrol, I behaved myself and never dared to be arrogant again. Legend has it that these recruits are martial arts experts transferred from the mainland.

in those years, the people in the border areas were preparing for the war, and every family dug a bomb shelter. There is one more course in the school-knowledge of nuclear weapons prevention, and the physical education course has been changed to practice bayonet fighting. Each student takes a wooden stick and two people practice. Although I'm only in the second grade, I'm brave and resourceful with my bayonet. In the company, we often do zipper, and often the bell suddenly rings in the middle of the night. In a few minutes, the whole company lined up to run to the mountains and climbed over the mountains, so tired that it was not bright. I once heard a joke from adults that the short and tall militia in the dormitory wore the wrong pants in the dark. The short trouser legs tripped and fell all the way, and the high one's pants were tight on his legs, so he couldn't run.

especially when we arrived at the Chang, Soviet signal flares flashed across the sky like fireworks, and signal flares flew out from time to time in the mountains and forests around the company. It must be that Soviet agents sneaked into our country. Once my mother took my brother and me through the company oil tank area at night, and a red flare suddenly rose behind the big oil tank 1 meters away. I shouted in horror: "There is a spy!" " My mother dragged my brother and me and ran home without looking back. I blame my mother why she didn't catch the spy. My mother said that in order to protect my brother and me, she could only choose to escape. In those years, the border areas were always shrouded in the tension of the upcoming war, and people were worried.

From primary school to high school, military training never stops. High school began to train with live ammunition. The class was divided into three groups: rifle, submachine gun and machine gun. I was assigned to the machine gun group because of my poor eyesight. In the afternoon, the whole class trains in groups, while other students practice aiming and shooting. I can only unload the machine gun in eight pieces, wipe it carefully and oil it. If you don't, you will sweep the machine gun for a while (without bullets) and practice throwing grenades in your spare time. Fake grenades are a little heavier than real grenades. I have practiced for more than two months and can only throw about 25 meters.

I finally look forward to the day of live ammunition shooting. The coach asked our machine gunner to shoot with the riflemen. Now I can't see. First, I haven't practiced at ordinary times. Second, my eyes are not good. I played three shots on the court, two of which hit the target's forehead, and one shot flew away. * * * ten ring was at the bottom of the class, which was a shame. I couldn't wait to find a place to drill in. The next day, a grenade test was conducted. A large mound more than one meter high was piled in the center of the site. The whole class was lying in a dry ditch 1 meters away, and the students threw grenades one by one. It was my turn. I stood behind the mound. The coach pulled the ring of the Grenade out of the back handle and put it on my little finger. My heart almost jumped into my throat. I thought, I must throw it far away, and don't blow myself up. Then I stepped back a dozen paces and sprinted forward. With a wave of my arm, the Grenade flew out, and my coach and I immediately squatted under the mound with a loud bang. Two minutes later, the target reporter shouted, "Thirty-six meters!" Among the girls in the class, I won the first place in bombing, and finally I am proud! Fear of death can actually inspire a person's super energy. A male classmate was too nervous, and the Grenade was thrown behind him. Fortunately, the coach wisely dragged him to the other side of the mound and survived. But the next day, rubella broke out on his face, swollen into a pie, and his classmates all said that he was scared.

Children living in the Great Northern Wilderness along the Wusuli River grew up in a tense environment of preparing for the famine from childhood to youth. How eager they are for a peaceful and peaceful life!

Today, the country across the Ussuri River has been renamed Russia. China and Russia have turned hostilities into friendship and established profound good-neighborly and friendly relations. Trade between the two countries is booming, and people of the two countries need each other's needed goods. When you walk on the streets of Raohe River, you will be surrounded by groups of Russian beautiful and handsome men. When you wander into the trade market, Russian people can buy things in big bags everywhere; When you cross the Sino-Russian trading port in Raohe River with simplified procedures, you can bring back all kinds of Russian native products with you. The endless Wusuli River has a long history, and it has become a link connecting the friendship between the Chinese and Russian peoples, nurturing people from different countries on both sides of the strait. The people live and work in peace and contentment, and their lives are stable and happy.

Peace is a happy and sweet song, full of happy chapters; Peace is a picture of spring and tranquility, depicting the favorite color; Peace is the seed of peace and harmony, spread from generation to generation!

"The Wusuli River is long and the blue river is rippling. Hezhe people spread thousands of nets and live happily for thousands of years. " This song has echoed in my ears for nearly fifty years, and it is also a voice from my heart. Although the years have passed away, the water of Wusuli River will flow in my heart forever.

(The picture in the article is selected from the Internet)

(written on January 12, 219)