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Twelve years of wandering

The last photo of the Cultural Revolution.

1968 In late autumn, the wind in the north has cooled down. The woman carefully glanced at the lonely fallen leaves outside the window, which seemed as bleak as the diffuse air. Once again, she turned her eyes to the photo in her hand. It was a black-and-white uniform photo, in which a man took off his hat and held a Sam Browne belt and a box gun in his hand. The neat and simple uniform of Kuomintang Lieutenant Colonel outlines Wu Ying's tall and straight figure, but her eyes are gentle and even modest.

The woman sighed, finally struck a match and lit the last photo. As the flame quickly swallowed up, everything about men, together with that vast and passionate history, vanished with this photo.

And this whole process was seen by my grandmother. She is only in her early thirties. A woman is her mother and asked her to give her father one last look when burning photos.

"At that time, although my father had passed away for several years, no one in the surrounding neighbors knew that we used to be the Kuomintang, but we were still very scared during the Cultural Revolution, so all the relics about my father were destroyed by my mother." My grandmother said to me.

It is precisely because of being born into such a family of a Kuomintang lieutenant colonel that my grandmother has been wandering for twelve years.

Families formed in troubled times

My grandmother told me that her mother was a Manchu in Northeast China and a blue flag bearer in Qing Dynasty. She was the nobleman with the lowest status among the Eight Banners, and her livelihood was barely maintained during the troubled times in the late Qing Dynasty. Later, I met her father, the Kuomintang lieutenant colonel in the photo, and formed a family in the turmoil.

"My father was a member of the 51st Kuomintang Army under the jurisdiction of Zhang Xueliang's Northeast Army, but Zhang Xueliang did not directly command this army, but Yu Xuezhong served as commander for a long time. I don't know which headquarters he belongs to. I only know that although he is a lieutenant colonel, he did not directly participate in the front-line war because his position is an ordnance division and he is only responsible for making weapons in the rear. " Grandma said.

5 1 Army has fought in many places since its establishment, so grandma's family moved around as a military family with her father's army. "My mother told me that before I was born, my family had been to Beiping, Zaozhuang, Anhui, Bengbu and Xuchang, Henan. From the northeast, there is nothing I can do about it. "

A loud cry on the ship

1September, 938, was a tense moment when the Japanese army invaded China wantonly and domestic wars were raging. The 51st Kuomintang Army continued to fight for the needs of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. The frontline soldiers fought bloody battles on the battlefield, and the rear personnel actively cooperated with the material supply. "Although the father of the ordnance division is in the rear, he must always follow the troops."

Because of the difficult conditions, there were no military boats when crossing the river, so my grandmother's father's troops could only rent private boats, that is, ordinary civilian ferries. All the people, regardless of their official positions, are in the same boat, which can be described as sharing weal and woe. Just when everyone was suffering from hunger and fatigue, a series of baby cries instantly broke the silence on the road and washed away everyone's fatigue. The cry was so loud that people on the boat next door cheered, and even the helmsman couldn't help looking back. At that time, the birth of a healthy baby shocked people far beyond our imagination. People crowded around the baby as if she had some vague but firm hopes, which they always had.

My grandmother was born in such a bumpy and narrow hut and started her wandering for twelve years.

At that time, the rear troops were in Hubei.

Luck is on the road to misfortune

The so-called misfortune is that my grandmother was forced to follow the troops everywhere from birth. Fortunately, it means that after all, she is regarded as a military family, and the troops have unified arrangements during each transfer process, which is different from the escape of ordinary people; In addition, the father doesn't have to go to the front to fight, and the family can basically stay together. This is my grandmother's greatest luck.

In terms of food supply, there are "golden dollar vouchers" issued by the army, similar to the current paper money. Every time you go to a county or village, you can use this coupon to buy food locally. Although the food is not rich, according to my grandmother, it can basically maintain food and clothing. "At that time, there were many miscellaneous grains, such as corn and soybeans; There are fewer staple foods, such as wheat. Although it is a lieutenant colonel, everyone in our family cherishes food. " In terms of clothing supply, I mainly prepare myself. "In my impression, the cotton fabrics sewn by my mother are basically not frozen."

I am luckier in housing and transportation. Even if you are on the road, it rarely lasts more than a day. Every night, the troops always have a place to stay. It can be seen that the organizational work at that time was relatively calm and in place. Grandma's impression is basically not all night. Whether staying overnight or staying temporarily, the troops basically borrow the spare houses of landlords and rich people to live in, and will not disturb ordinary people. Only a few people live in private houses when they are in the mountains. Because of this, the accommodation environment can generally be guaranteed and the basic conditions of shelter from the wind and rain can be achieved.

On the means of transportation, due to the terrain, ferries of various sizes can generally be rented if there are many waterways. On the land side, people who are far away will rent local civil carriages to catch up with the time, and those who are near will walk by themselves. All the luggage needs to be carried by myself, but my grandmother was young at that time and most of the heavy luggage was taken by her parents and brothers, so she didn't have much burden. "But the luggage is too heavy after all, so everywhere I go, I have to throw away a batch, mostly suitcases, bedding and clothes. Many things that I want to be more memorable now are lost in repeated discards. Now that I think about it, I still have some regrets. "

From birth to the eve of liberation, my grandmother moved around with my father's army. If you leave in a short month or two, you can stay more stable for a year or two. "At that time, although the conditions were difficult, I couldn't even find the most basic medicine when I was sick, and the process of running around was very tired, but I was not hungry or frozen, and my place of residence was better than many people. My parents, brothers and sisters took care of me on the road. I am really lucky to think about it now. " When my grandmother recalled this rushing history, although she was filled with emotion, she never forgot to be grateful and remember those who were more difficult than her.

"Yellow ants and black ants don't fight."

The local county has a local regular school run by the government, which was called a complete primary school at that time. Grandmother's father attaches great importance to children's education. No matter where he goes or whether he stays for a short time, he insists on sending his grandmother to these primary schools.

According to her memory, the school at that time was well equipped. The classroom is in a bungalow, with desks and blackboards. The central area around the classroom is a playground and a flag-raising platform. Of course, the national flag was raised at that time, and the students had to sing a Boy Scout song similar to the current Young Pioneers' song and salute the national flag. Most of the students are local children, and grandma is a transfer student. Schools also have unified spare textbooks for students to use. Teachers are sent by the government.

The main courses at that time were Chinese, arithmetic, singing, physical education and painting. "Chinese mainly studies textbooks, also takes class notes, and has calligraphy classes that practice block letters and small letters. At that time, brushes and ink were very precious, and they should be purchased in schools. We take the ink box home after school every day and take it back to school the next day, for fear that it will disappear or break down. Chinese teacher is very serious. When correcting compositions and diaries, he should not only carefully outline inappropriate or well-written parts with a red pen, but also explain them in class the next day. "

At that time, except for Chinese, which accounted for a large proportion of teaching, the other four subjects were equivalent to our minor subjects now and were not paid much attention to. At that time, there was also an examination system, with a full score of 100. "My arithmetic has been on the verge of passing, but my Chinese has never been lower than 95." My grandmother smiled and said to me, "especially my composition has always been praised by teachers." Only once digressing, the teacher was very angry and asked me to put my hand out. But after all, he is a gentle man and usually takes care of his students, so he doesn't want to hit me; Although the board is very tall and imposing, it becomes very light when it falls on the palm of your hand. "

As for painting, it is stipulated that the theme is painting, and the teacher will grade it as appropriate, usually with scenery, animals and so on as the theme. Picture books and red and blue pencils for painting were luxury goods at that time. Many students use these books over and over again, even if they finish writing an inch, they are unwilling to throw away their pencils. Although no one taught us, everyone took the initiative to cherish all the information.

"What's interesting is music. At that time, we all sang children's songs, just like painting classes, which did not involve political fields at all. The music teacher is also very patient with us, teaching us to sing sentence by sentence, such as' yellow ants and black ants don't fight', and our enthusiasm is very high. "

The warmth of a hard journey

By the time Japan surrendered in 1945, the troops had been stationed in Liushuidian, Baihe County, southern Shaanxi for nearly a year, and then moved to Ankang County. 1947, troops came to baocheng county, Hanzhong, and moved to Chen Jiaying before liberation.

"My father, as an ordnance division, is very skilled. Ask him for advice when you encounter difficulties in maintaining all kinds of weapons. Whenever he moved for the Anti-Japanese War, he moved tools with the workers, and when he got to the next place, he could start work again. People have tools and always do a good job in logistics for the front line. Whenever I choose a house, my father always gives a good house to others. "

"In the rare leisure days, my father is also very willing to be with us. He is a gentle man who doesn't talk much, but he always makes people feel kind and love us. He will make us line up and cut our brother and sister's nails. He cut them one by one gently and patiently. He also writes beautiful calligraphy, teaches us to read, tells us stories and tells jokes. "

Other military families accompanying him are also very kind. "I remember when I was in Zhangzhai, I had a little friend. Her mother is a quiet and cultured person. Once I asked her to go out to school with a hiccup, and her mother suddenly pulled me back and asked me sharply if I had taken her wool. I was angry and argued, but I burped for a long time and actually stopped. Her mother asked me,' Stop burping, will you?' I nodded angrily, so she laughed, touched my head and said,' OK, go to school!' Only then did I understand her intentions. "

In difficult times, people's true feelings always seem so precious.

Set out again after a difficult choice

1in the summer and autumn of 949, the Kuomintang army was defeated. "My father's troops asked to be transferred to Sichuan, but my mother has been reluctant to leave. I remember very clearly that my mother cried all night. She said,' Running around for so many years without a fixed place, when will it end? Can't go any further! I don't believe that the producers can kill everyone!' And my father paced up and down silently. "

At that time, my grandmother's family didn't know that this migration to Sichuan was the last migration of troops, and most families who went to Sichuan later flew to Taiwan Province Province. After a night of struggle, "father gave in." So the family finally chose to leave the army and stay in Hanzhong. At that time, the attitude of the * * * Party government towards Kuomintang families like Grandma was, "Those who are willing to stay and wait for government arrangements, and those who are willing to go back to their hometown can set out on their own, and the government will provide travel expenses." It was 1949 1 1 month, and the family still chose to leave for their hometown-Northeast China, hoping to end the road of wandering for so many years.

More difficult migration

New China has just been established, and everything is not perfect. In addition, grandma's family has changed from a military family to ordinary people, and the troops have no unified material supply and accommodation arrangements, so this migration is even more difficult.

Every time they pass an administrative unit, the government will give them a "letter of introduction", which is equivalent to living expenses. You can use this letter to exchange a certain amount of paper money in the local area, and use these paper money to buy what you need, solve accommodation and so on. , while stocks last. To the next administrative unit, you can change the last "letter of introduction" into a new "letter of introduction" and move on.

"We started from Hanzhong on New Year's Day in about 50 years, and the government of the * * * production party provided us with living security along the way. At the beginning, we took the highway, which was the only way from Hanzhong to Baoji. At that time, we could still take cheap carriages. When I came to Qinling, there was no road, so I had to cross Qinling on foot. "

At that time, the mountain road was not a straight and wide mountain road in our current scenic spot, but a primitive dirt road. The winding narrow road is dusty, with steep cliffs on one side and abyss on the other. In this way, the family carrying luggage, walking on the gravel road, travel-stained

"It happened to be winter and the weather was very cold; And there is always no time to eat and live. Ask the local people where to eat and live every time you go. Tired and hungry, I can only endure it. "

But even under such conditions, the family did not lose their optimism. When passing Liuba County, grandma found a Sean Temple there. "My father and we were very interested. At that time, we didn't want tickets, so we went in to see the statue of Sean. To my surprise, the temple is surrounded by bamboo and the environment is quiet, and the fatigue on the road suddenly disappears! "

"We are a military family again."

After walking for more than a month, the family came to Baoji. It was hard to find a "letter of introduction" from the county government, but the staff said that the highest local administrative unit was the city, and they were going to find the "Baoji Municipal Government", and the county had no right to change it for them. The family came to the city government again, but the city government said that their letters were exchanged by county-level units all the way. Now Baoji County should still be responsible for this matter. Pushing around like this makes everyone exhausted, and there is no new paper money to exchange for materials, so it is impossible to move forward, and even survival has become a problem.

The road home is always so difficult and long.

But God never shuts one door but he opens another, and a very coincidental thing happened at this moment.

"I have a brother who used to run around with us, but halfway through, my father sent him to a local boarding school. Before liberation, this school was specially run by the Kuomintang government for the children of its officers and men, and the fees were free. After liberation, most teachers and students of the school either returned home or moved to Taiwan Province Province with the troops. Only a few students like my brother were discovered and trained by underground parties and later joined the People's Liberation Army. "

"We were not idle when we were trapped in Baoji, asking about my brother's whereabouts. First, he wrote to his former school website, and then the school gave the letter to his brother who had joined the army in a series of ways. When he learned from the letter that we could not move forward, he wrote directly to his troops to explain our identity; The troops also sent a letter directly to the Baoji government. In this way, we have become a military family again, and we have been given preferential treatment by the * * * producers. "

In Baoji, I got a room and a place to live; In addition, the journey was very difficult, and the family finally stopped.

Distant hometown

At this time, it is the spring of 1950. The warmth gradually spread.

After a long journey with the army, grandma finally ended her wandering road for nearly 12 years.

Regrettably, although she is a native of the Northeast, her grandmother has never set foot on the land of the Northeast since she was born for various reasons. For her, her hometown is just a vague and distant imagination.

"In those days, relatives who did not come out from the northeast to fight with the army have long since disappeared; And the brother who flew to Taiwan Province Province is even harder to find. "

Although many years have passed, speaking of these stories, my grandmother's expression makes me feel that the past events that have long dissipated in the historical situation have passed through the desolation of time and become so real and clear.

Grandma sighed, but it seems that she hasn't recovered from the memory of that year.

I silently accompanied her and sighed to myself.

Text b- historical sentiment:

Continuation of history

My grandmother's story is over, but my thoughts have not stopped.

When everything disappears, all that remains of mankind is a heavy history. However, if history only stays at this level, it loses its meaning of existence. Of course, history will be "left behind"-every second that time passes, history will automatically form a copy; And this period of history, only by careful preservation and careful thinking, can complete its own continuation and highlight its own value. Otherwise, the long river of history will wither and the light of human wisdom will dim.

In grandma's story, I constantly strengthened the details and faithfully recorded it; I try my best to make every line a true representation of the scene at that time, without embellishing it, and without fabricating nonexistent scenes to enrich the blank of memory. "Say what you remember, say what you think" is my request to grandma. Only by truly recording and being loyal to the memory of the parties concerned can we avoid the distortion of history, be a qualified historical guardian, and complete the second step of continuing history-thinking with heart.

First of all, I emphasize respect for history, whether it is the history of great men or the history of ordinary people. Of course, the history of great men is more valuable for research, but the history of ordinary people can not be ignored. History is made up of all people's activities, and ordinary people are no exception. Grandma's wandering deeds are really small and common, but I can't just let them work hard in vain. I can't let their solid deeds be overwhelmed by time, so I will record them. Even the most mundane deeds deserve our respect. Because it is the hard work and silent dedication of ordinary families and individuals like them in those years, as well as their tenacity and tenacity in the face of difficulties, which propped up the backbone of the Chinese nation and promoted the development of history. From my grandmother's narrative, I deeply felt a sentence from Mao Zedong-"The people, only the people, are the driving force for creating world history." But up to now, we still can't fully count the casualties of soldiers and civilians throughout the country during the Anti-Japanese War, which is not only regrettable and distressing, but also contrary to the principle of respecting history. I believe that each of us has the responsibility and obligation to discover, record and respect the history around us, even if it is ordinary.

From this, I can easily realize that the fate of individuals and countries are always closely linked. When the country is in chaos, people's livelihood will inevitably wither, and it is inevitable that grandma will work hard 12 years. Now, the smoke of war has already dispersed. Despite these problems, our country is still developing towards peace and prosperity on the whole. Because of this, I can sit in a comfortable room and listen to grandma's story quietly. The fate of a country not only affects individuals, but also shoulders the responsibility for the country at all times. Whether you like it or not, you are responsible for your times, which many people ignore. Born in troubled times, we must accept the reality, join the army to fight and defend our country; You have to obey orders and run around. If you are born to rule the world, you can't be content with the status quo. On the contrary, you should cherish the opportunity, always have the feelings of worrying about the country and the people, and make contributions to the development of society. This is what we must understand, but we can't choose.

Then, I think we should face up to history. I'm glad to see that the words "War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's front battlefield played an important role" appeared in mainland history textbooks. That's right. We can't belittle or even obliterate the achievements of another political party in order to safeguard one political party, and the Kuomintang should not ignore the achievements of the producers, because it is the cooperation between the two parties that ultimately wins the Anti-Japanese War. In recent years, middle school students have begun to look at history more and more objectively, which I think is a very good phenomenon. Because only by facing up to history can we really learn from it. The 5 1 Army, to which my grandmother's father belongs, has fought bravely against Japan many times, and the family has been running around for many years, better cooperating with the anti-Japanese actions of the frontline troops. Therefore, we should look at the problem dialectically and avoid one-sided misunderstanding. This is also an important manifestation of loyalty to history.

Another thing that moved me was the story that grandma insisted on going to school. Education is the foundation of national survival and development. Although the country was on the verge of life and death at that time, the government did everything possible to keep the school going. The supply and equipment of various teaching tools are relatively complete, even primary schools are no exception. Teachers are also very serious, not because of social unrest, difficult conditions or careless handling of primary school courses, but because they have faithfully performed their duties as always. According to my grandmother's memory, teachers are patient and kind to students, and strict with teaching and correcting homework. As parents of students, they also try their best to send their children to school. The locals are like this, and so are the rushing people like grandma. Children cherish the opportunity to go to school, and they all understand the lack of materials. No one is naughty, but everyone is studying hard. All parties are insisting and all parties are working hard. No matter how urgent the war is, everyone always stays still and moves step by step. This insistence on education really shocked me. I finally understand why our country has never been a colony of foreign powers, because we have such a tenacious nation.

Having said that, grandma's tenacity and optimism in the face of difficulties naturally emerged in front of my eyes. At that time, many people, like them, had this so-called revolutionary optimism. And this is exactly what our society lacks today. I admit that people are really stressed now, and we all have things that bother us in one way or another. However, what can be more painful than war, hunger, cold, separation of relatives and wandering? It's hard for us, but at least we can hide in the warm bed when we are tired, and at least we can have a full meal when we are hungry. At least we know that we don't have to go tomorrow, at least we can study and live steadily at school. And these things, which are very basic or even insignificant to us, are unimaginable or even extravagant in my grandmother's eyes.

Even under such difficult conditions, they still have a more optimistic attitude and stronger will than we do. They can play a joke in their spare time, they can completely open their hearts to care about others, and they can even visit Sean Temple with great interest on the way. But we have no such romantic feelings at all. For a very small thing, even for a score, it seems that the sky is falling. This sharp contrast makes me curious. Many times, in order to pursue higher things, we tie ourselves tighter than cocoons, and it is precisely because of this that we become fragile. We are always worried that our cocoon will be punctured prematurely, and we always ignore that the world outside the cocoon is actually wonderful. Therefore, the most basic things, but also the most enjoyable things, have long been abandoned by us invisibly. I am ashamed of myself, and I realize how precious optimism is in difficulties. Listening to the old man's narrative, all my troubles that I thought could bring great pressure seemed to be less heavy, and my mind was baptized. Why not abandon that unnecessary cocoon? In fact, it is easy for us to stop complaining, live a happy life and be grateful for life.

My grandmother finally said to me, "At that time, I was still young, and that kind of rushing life made me sometimes feel very contradictory." Every time I go to a new school and meet new neighbors, I am not ready to make friends with them, because I always feel that I will leave tomorrow, and I know that we will be separated sooner or later. Finally, once, a little girl and I had a good time. One night, she came to me quietly and said that she might leave tomorrow. I asked her, "shall we go together?" She said,' I don't know. I was very sad at that time, and the feeling of instability came again. After a long silence, I said,' If we don't know … we can't play together. Sure enough, before dawn the next day, her house was empty. I have never seen her since. "

I nodded. I can understand this feeling. However, I comforted the old man and said, "Those things have become history, and you can live a stable life long ago."

Yes, that's all history. But we haven't forgotten. Not only have we not forgotten it, but we will always remember it. No matter how stumbling, please let the fragile but solid historical footprint continue to go to endless distances.

I want to give this document to my grandmother to thank her for her faithful and patient narration.