Memories are engraved on the top of the snow-capped mountains

Several years have passed, and it has been several years since I left the army. Every time I think of the days in the military camp, the simple, honest and frank, brave and loyal figure standing on the top of the snow-capped mountain will always set off a whirlpool of memories, which makes me unable to help but regain the time of living side by side with my comrades-in-arms and slowly recall the ups and downs we experienced in those years. Some people and things linger in our minds, engraved in our hearts, lingering and touching.

? I can't forget that radish.

Radish, also known as radish head, is a common vegetable in our daily life and is planted all over the country. It can be said that speaking of radish is too weak, many people may dismiss it. It is this humble radish that is regarded as a treasure by our frontier posts, especially the officers and men in Tibet, and it is one of the luxurious vegetables for soldiers. It is this humble radish. Every time I meet it, the face with a simple and honest smile is like a miniature frame-by-frame movie film, which is often reflected in my mind. The longer the years go by, the clearer the picture becomes, as if everything in the past is in front of us.

? It was August a few years ago, and I went to interview a reporter from the military channel of CCTV. After several hours of bumps, the bus finally stopped at the end of the simple side road, and the rest of the journey had to be on foot. When we passed a sentry post (involving military secrets, the name of the sentry post was not specified), we happened to see a soldier coming out of the migrant workers' shed with a smile on his face, something hidden in his chest to swell up his clothes, and his hands were covering his abdomen, as if afraid that the contents would fall out. Because at that time, under the care of superiors, migrant workers who had passed the bidding and strict political examination were building simple border defense roads next to the sentry posts, and the distance between their sheds and the sentry posts of officers and men was less than 10 meter. When the soldiers found us, they seemed to have done something wrong and dared not look up at us. He just lowered his head and whispered hello to us. In fact, we are also very curious, and even suspect that soldiers took things from migrant workers to make them so happy! Later, when we asked the soldier about the situation in an inquiring tone, he shyly and slowly pulled something out of his pocket. When everything was in front of us, everyone stood there and no one made a sound for a long time. Several pairs of eyes stared at the things in the hands of the soldiers, and their hearts were full of unspeakable pain. It turned out that the soldier regarded the game as a treasure and regarded it as a radish about 20 cm long. Seeing the radishes taken out by the soldiers, all of us at the scene, especially the officers and men who have been fighting in Tibet for a long time, understood what was going on. No one questioned the behavior of the soldiers anymore, and even some comrades shed sad tears.

? Anyone who lives in Tibet and has been to Tibet's border defense knows that some border defense posts are simply impassable because of objective factors such as geographical location and natural environment. Even if they try their best to repair them where they can go, they can use them for a short time every year. The outpost road we passed has not been completed yet, and local construction workers are working hard. However, the outpost is located on a cliff more than 6400 meters above sea level, with steep cliffs on three sides and long-term snow and ice coverage. Although the slope on the only side is slightly gentle, it is difficult to walk all day because of the muddy snow and water, and it is also difficult to use the highway normally after passing. This post is the same as other posts without roads. Every year 10 is closed by heavy snow, and soldiers need to carry food, vegetables, canned food, firewood and other daily necessities in winter from August. These necessities will continue to be used until the snow melts next June. There are only three people in the post, who generate electricity for 2 hours every night to watch TV and deal with other things. Soldiers basically live a life of "watching snow and clouds during the day and counting stars at night". In this situation, green food is not only a delicious meal for our frontier officers and soldiers, but also a deeper longing for the melting of ice and snow and a longing for the coming of spring! The radish hidden in the soldier's clothes was sent by others to help migrant workers, for fear that the contractor would see it and affect migrant workers. I asked the soldier how many days a radish about 20 cm long could last, and he told me that it could last for a week. After listening to the soldier's answer, my heart hurts involuntarily, and tears can't help spinning in my eyes. At the moment, I think a lot, at sixes and sevens, beyond description. There are people in major hotels who are not stingy with food, luxury scenes of their peers in major cities, and selfless and hardworking people in various positions. Looking back now, I don't remember how I left the sentry post, only recalling the deep melancholy at that time. I have left the army for several years now. I wonder if the officers and men in the outpost can live well, and if the soldier with radish can live well with his family. But that smile, that scene, that time will never be forgotten.

? Unforgettable and arduous trip to the grassroots.

Going to the grass-roots level is an important way for leading organs to check facts and do practical things. I have worked in the organs for many years, from the smallest organ to the corps-level organ. Every year, I either go to the grass-roots level alone, or accompany the head or the higher authorities to the grass-roots level. It can be said that I have been to 98% of the border areas in Tibet. I've been to all the places I've been. Let's not talk about the living conditions and climate of those places for the time being. It's scary to just say where to go. Walking in urban and rural areas of Tibet ranges from two to three hundred kilometers to thousands of kilometers. In the past, the national highway was full of "Cuoban" roads, which made it difficult to walk. The place it left was a narrow path, and some places were often attacked by flash floods, mudslides and snowstorms. I remember the first time I went to the grassroots, the old driver told me seriously that I must be alert, open my eyes and listen to all directions when taking the bus. Seeing my disapproving expression, he patiently told me something that happened on his way to the grassroots. At this time, I realized that unexpected things would happen at any time on some roads in Tibet, either the sudden rolling stones and landslides on the mountains blocked the traffic, or a yak suddenly jumped out of the leisurely road, which made people unprepared. Even the sunrise and the storm may pass today, and the road will be closed by snow and ice tomorrow. Every time I go to the grassroots level, I spend the most time walking on the road. Every time I go to the grassroots level, I see the hardships at the grassroots level. It's hard to say. Once we went to the grassroots, we set off from Shangchayu by car and saw some soldiers walking on the road along the way. Upon inquiry, some officers and men did return to the team for leave and missed the trip or did not find a car. It pains me to see the life of grass-roots officers and soldiers so hard. Although all levels tried to solve their difficulties, there was nothing they could do, but the social and economic conditions at that time were really poor. At that time, the grass-roots company of the army didn't have a car, so officers and men could only contact the local car on vacation or business trip. One year, a serious thing happened because they were sitting in the local oil tank. Go to the grassroots more often. Although we all know and know the situation at the grassroots level, every time we come back from the border defense, the accompanying officers and men will sincerely sigh, "Returning to the sub-district or military region is like returning to Chengdu!" "Compared with the grassroots, especially the officers and men at the border post, we live too happily in the big cities in Tibet!" .

More than 20 years ago, material and cultural life in Tibet was very scarce, and transportation and communication were very backward. At that time, except for several main roads from Lhasa to various regions, most of the stations from major cities to the county level were simple roads, without cement pavement and asphalt pavement. 1March, 994, when I was working in the propaganda department of Qamdo Military Division, the section chief Cao Changjun took me to Chayu and waited for some time. For me, this is the first time I have been to the border defense since I worked in the army, and it is a long way. At that time, I was so excited that I was looking forward to delivering it early. I couldn't sleep all night and always dreamed of various scenes in my journey. At about 5 o'clock the next morning, we finally got together and were ready to leave. A motorcade consisting of an old Beijing jeep and two Jiefang cars left the camp under the command of the division commander, staggered all the way, stopped while walking, and drove into Chayu with the Morning Star. When we passed through two mountain passes, Nianla Mountain and Langla Mountain, we continued to advance to Bonda Grassland. Just as I was enjoying the grassland scenery through the gap in the tarpaulin, the sky was overcast and the wind floated down with snow. From a distance, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, but it is raining on the roof, and even hail. It's hard to say whether it is raining or snowing. Veterans of the same trade told me that the weather on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is changeable, "See four seasons in one mountain and different days in ten miles". That's true. Our car drove less than seven or eight miles, and the sky was clear in Wan Li. The smoke from the snow-capped mountains, green pastures, streams, yaks and Tibetan houses is shocking, which makes me forget my fatigue and altitude sickness. I feel that it is worthwhile to go to the grassroots this time, and I will gain more, feel more and improve more.

The car went all the way, leaving the Bunda grassland at an altitude of more than 4000 meters and passing through a 99-bend mountain road. All the way down, people have been stunned. Sleepy, lie in the car for a while; Tired, just stop by the side of the road to have a rest; When you are hungry, eat the dry food with you before you go; It was getting dark, so we set up a tent and camped on the spot. How long have I been gone? I didn't remember it on purpose. Anyway, the veteran told me that there would be no landslides, mudslides and heavy snow on the road, and we could reach Chayu in four days. The next afternoon, we came to the foot of Mala Mountain. I'm impressed by Mount Damara. In order to be familiar with Tibet, I have done some knowledge specially. As far as I can remember, there are two Damara Mountains in Tibet. One is on the west side of Mafeng in Xixia State, blocking the road to Jilong County. One is on the north side of Changdu County, cutting off the road connecting Sichuan Province. The two Dammara Mountains and Badou Mountain are more than 5000 meters above sea level, and they are often closed by heavy snow in June 6- 10/0 every year, which causes many difficulties for material transportation and pedestrian traffic. We originally planned to camp after crossing Mount Damara today, but the signalman sent a telegram to the team leader, which roughly read: the snow and ice at the pass of Mount Damara caused mudslides and the road was interrupted by covered roads; Going to Chayu, passing a stone bridge of a small river, pedestrians' materials all slide down by zip lines; You can only walk to the small river. After crossing the river, Chayu troops will send a car to pick it up. ? Hearing the news, every officer and soldier didn't have much reaction. They have seen this situation too much. After briefly explaining the situation, the captain made arrangements. Except for one cadre, three drivers and three cars, the rest of the staff are carrying necessary items on foot. Following the army, I took the camera equipment box, and it became more and more difficult to walk. The higher the altitude, the thicker the snow and the less oxygen, and the stronger the mountain reaction. It was almost close to the mountain pass, but it hasn't arrived yet after walking for three or four hours. Gradually, it got dark. For safety reasons, we decided to camp out on the spot until dawn tomorrow. Speaking of which, we are very lucky. We just came to the middle of the mountain. The people in Luban are very enthusiastic. They let us use cow dung to keep warm in the yard, and they also offer us butter tea, green tree wine, Baba and yak meat. Because we couldn't carry the tent on foot, we sat next to each other that night and fell asleep when we were sleepy. Gradually, a white belly appeared in the sky, the destroyer Xuefeng washed his face, and we started hiking again. According to the tour leader, it takes 120 kilometers to get to the broken bridge. In Tibet, it is especially difficult to climb mountains. The higher you go, the slower you move forward. The officers and men's faces changed from red to purple, then from purple to black, and they were short of breath, so they had to stop and have a rest. After arriving at the mountain pass, I saw a vast snowfield, and I couldn't see the way down the mountain at all. The accompanying soldiers took out the ropes that had already been prepared and tied them around our waists, strung everyone into a string, and let everyone step on the footsteps of the first scout and trudge on the snowy road step by step. After that, everyone's nervous nerves were stretched down. After going down the mountain, although it is still far away, the danger is less after all. The farther you go, the flatter the terrain, the denser the vegetation and the more comfortable you feel. I have to mention that people in Xizang is simple, and the military-civilian relationship in Tibet is very harmonious. When we passed the village at the foot of the mountain, the Tibetan people took out their own tools instead of walking, including primitive horseback riding, yak carts, and modern bicycles, motorcycles and tractors. Their enthusiasm makes it impossible to find a reason to refuse. Seeing us walking on foot, a walking tractor stopped, and the driver even pushed us to sit on it and transported us to the broken bridge. However, we had to obey and finally reached our destination.

In Tibet, every time I go to the grass roots, I will encounter and experience some unforgettable things, either on the way, in the campsite, between officers and soldiers, or between the army and the people. Some are life and death, some are heartbroken, and some are always in mind, sealed up, and slowly tasted with the imprint of time!

I often lament that special wedding.

"Occasionally, a good marriage/love affair is quoted from the early/sea, stone, mountain and alliance are gentle/blind date is full of respect and happiness/three-life stone marks a good marriage/loving couple is a colorful line/spring scenery is boundless and rich/Lang Qing and his concubine are lingering/Jingxing Huancai Yao boudoir/auspicious day is a good day to tie the knot. This is a beautiful wedding hymn, and it is also the wish of countless young men and women to pursue a beautiful marriage. Especially when love is out of control, the girl who is going to the wedding hall is thinking about her wedding all the time, blushing with laughter and heartbeat. I have attended many people's weddings. Although festive and lively, elegant and decent, it did not leave a deep memory for me. Only the wedding held by officers and men in the Tibetan military camp impressed me deeply and often lamented!

Let's talk about the wedding story of two couples in Kunmujiagang, Tibet.

The Kunmujia post at an altitude of more than 4,900 meters is only 4.5 kilometers away from the nearest Sino-Nepalese border and close to Lhasa 1000 kilometers. It is the outpost of a frontier defense regiment at the westernmost tip of the Tibet Military Region. The annual average temperature is less than 5℃, and the lowest is -37℃. The snow closure period is as long as 5 months. "There is wind every year, from spring to winter; Looking around, there is no one in a hundred miles; There are grasslands everywhere, but there are no trees. " This is a true portrayal of Kunmu Jiagang.

Because the officers and men of the Tibetan army are located in remote areas of ethnic minorities, and there are no lesbians in the army, the marriage of some officers and men has become a problem. Fortunately, through the propaganda of the army and the work of local governments at all levels, more and more men yearn for the military camp, and more and more women worship and admire the soldiers. The love story of actively pursuing soldiers is touching and passed down as a much-told story.

In the summer of 2006, Zhong Dawa, a Tibetan platoon leader, met Wang Guiju of Yunnan Normal University in the courtyard of a university in Kunming. After graduation, Zhongdawa was assigned to Kunmujiagang, Tibet. To everyone's surprise, on the third day when Zhongdawa went to Kunmujia, Wang Guiju quit her job and followed Zhongdawa to Lhasa to apply for a kindergarten teacher. Although they are all in Tibet, Kunmujia and Lhasa are nearly 1000 km apart. Their feelings deepened through letters and telephone exchanges. Finally, they got married hand in hand in April, 438+02, 2065. After the officers and men of the post learned the situation, they talked about how to hold a special pearl wedding, and they poured in from all directions. Finally, according to the instructor Liu's proposal, they decided to hold a wedding on horseback for Zhongdawa. On the wedding day, after the soldiers dressed up a horse rented from the herdsmen's house, Zhong Dawa and the bride Wang Guiju in Tibetan robes rode on the horse and circled the post three times. The officers and men beat gongs and drums in the back and walked around together. As soon as the bride dismounted, officers and men flocked to present "exquisite" gifts to the bride and groom, and some cut red baskets into crosses as red roses; Some use notes to convey blessings; Some regard lotus white as a flower; Especially when the soldier Zhou Haozhi gave him a pen and a notebook as gifts from his girlfriend, the couple were very moved. When asked about Wang Guiju afterwards, she did not regret it. She replied: "Without flowers and diamond rings, I feel extremely happy: the snow-capped mountains in Kunmujiawei are my most beautiful wedding dress, and I am the first bride in Kunmujiagang in 50 years." My answer has never changed. "My husband is guarding the border, and I am here for love. I feel very happy when I eat more and suffer more! "

After graduating from the military academy, Zhou Kun was assigned to the Kunmujia post as a platoon leader. Because of its high altitude, it snows for about 300 days every year, and the lowest temperature reaches MINUS 40 degrees Celsius. The 300-kilometer-long border is basically a no-man's land. In winter, the fire depends on the dung of cattle and sheep, and through flow will freeze into water on the back of the chair. Zhou Kun often leads a team to pick up cow dung and transport ice water. After his story was published in the newspaper, his girlfriend immediately wrote a letter "Blowing the Lights", thinking that Zhou Kun was worthless, and it was too embarrassing for her to be a cadre with cow dung on her back. Later, Peng, who grew up in a village, contacted him intermittently and finally decided on a relationship. When they decided to get married, Zhou Kun couldn't go back to the mainland for a wedding because of work needs, and Peng Xiayi suddenly embarked on a journey of getting married in her post. Peng Xia finally reached Lizi, the only passage from Maquan River to Kunmujia-Du Zi Ferry, because the ice on the river melted, so people could not walk and boats could not pass. On the other side of the river, Zhou Kun was worried with several soldiers, while Peng Xia was more worried. Two people across the river, see lovers can't hug, Peng Xia sat down on the ground crying. Discuss for a while, wait a few days, go to the regimental headquarters guest house to stay first. A few days later, when Maquan River was barely able to ferry, Peng Xia finally embraced his sweetheart. That night, the Post held a wedding ceremony for Peng Xia and Zhou Kun. Weddings are not what people think. The bride is wearing a white wedding dress, the groom is wearing a dress, and the bride is holding the groom's hand and walking on the red carpet with the music. On the contrary, Zhou Kun just changed his camouflage suit into a dress, while Peng Xia was wearing a long red down jacket. There was no emcee or anything at the wedding. After a monitor humorously read out the marriage certificate, the soldiers sat in a circle eating melon seeds and candy to make things difficult for the couple. It can be said that the wedding of Zhou Kun and Peng Xia condensed the wedding scenes of most officers and men stationed in Tibet, even including me, so that I feel deeply guilty when I think about it today!

Time flies, the past is like smoke, although the past has passed, but what is left is an indelible memory, which makes people feel sad!

(Part, thanks to the original author)

? Cao, a native of Cangxi, Sichuan, has been in the army for 27 years. He has worked in the political department of military sub-divisions, brigades and regimental units, served as the full-time secretary of senior cadres, and entered the National Defense University, Nanjing Institute of Politics and Changsha Institute of Politics for further study. Published many articles in newspapers, radio stations and internet inside and outside the military.