Shizuoka expressed his feelings about traveling!

Walking on the road of Jinggangshan, I feel happy and have a kind of reverence. Out of the window, Yuan Ye in the morning reveals a little coolness. Smoke rises from the distant castle peak, and occasionally a cow screams, which makes those of us who have lived in the city feel a rare freshness.

In the midst of laughter, the car was driving in the green forest, and Jinggangshan jumped in front of me, winding up, feeling the beauty of the mountain and the clear water. The vigorous figure of the Red Army soldiers emerged in my mind, and the horn of charging and killing the enemy faintly sounded in my ear. "Generously serving the country and being healthy, the world is strong, and the bamboo forest also laughs at the altar." The bamboo forest moves lightly with the wind, like a red army soldier with thousands of troops, the mountain wind blowing gently in his ear, like the roar of thousands of troops. Here we are, dear ancestors and comrades-in-arms, please allow me to call you that!

Strolling along the Jinggangshan trail, the nameless flowers on the roadside quietly bloom, and the years are calm.

Lunch at noon is very meaningful. A table of vegetarian dishes with full flavor, the sweetness of Redmi, the rich pumpkin soup, the astringency of "Red Army dishes" and the crispness of cold cucumber, let us have a good experience of the life of the Red Army, or maybe everyone is hungry and a table of dishes is swept away.

In the afternoon and after the trip, we visited the Red Army Headquarters, the Red Army Hospital, the Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery and other places of interest, marveling at the Red Army's tenacious will and firm belief that the revolutionary cause will win in such a harsh environment. Where countless martyrs have lived and fought, I feel great respect in my heart. I gently touched the earth wall made of yellow mud, but I still felt a little bit of heat in my hand, for fear that I really touched the soul that disturbed their sleep. Sitting on that bench and looking around, the courtyard was green and the water was silent. Straw hats, hemp fibers and oil lamps used by the Red Army are hung on the wall by the window, showing the ultimate simplicity in simplicity. The green hills outside the window are still lush, and the azaleas are still blooming in the sun.

People say that going to Jinggangshan is a pilgrimage and sacred things always make people want to go. Although they dare not say that they worship, the reverence is vivid. Through the tunnel of time and space, countless martyrs are not afraid of life and death, unite as one, and strive for it. Isn't that the source of our success now? Thinking of this, our thin dreams are burning fiercely in our bodies.

Castle peak remains the same, with a few rays of sunset. Looking at the fence, my mood suddenly becomes clear.

Hu