Wei Wenxuan

I drank two more farewell drinks and felt warm in my heart. Afraid of secretary li vomiting-inducing toasts again, I quietly walked out of the room.

The strong Mongolian wind, with snowflakes outside the Great Wall, haunts people. How refreshing! I walked in the scattered snowflakes.

From the worker's cave came the sound of guessing fists and shouting orders. Yeah, why not have a drink? From the clear white wine in the cup to the honey in the big bowl and small dish, frozen watermelon, sliced meat and vermicelli ... all from my own farm. In the first four years, Secretary Li took four workers to break into the world in this shawozi. When eating a bowl of cold porridge, he had to block the edge of the bowl by hand, and he had to eat three stones and six barrels of sand a year! Now, why not have a drink?

I didn't expect people to be unhappy on such a good day.

I walked past rows of pig houses and heard an interesting conversation:

Hum! Also said that the twelve girls pig farm, even the director is gone!

I'm leaving. Isn't there still you? In two days, Li Jiamao's high school girls will come.

Then why not let me go?

Haven't you heard? This is the hardest hit area and a backward team. A large pig farm has only raised more than 20 heads and is as thin as a cat! ..... The leadership is impure and the foundation is poor. Secretary Li was going to take you there, but you are still young. ...

Put away your' youth'! The year before last, you ran away from home and set up a pig farm. Aren't you fourteen? Hum! You pretend I don't know!

..... What a beauty! Obedience ... Oda's words are very poor.

The little girl lowered her voice: I know, it's not easy to work in that place, it's not easy … but was it easy for you to carry this burden at the beginning? Is it easy for Secretary Li to turn Shawozi into what it is today? Why can there be only one pig farm for twelve girls? Why can't they do what we can? Why can't I go where you can?

The small venue was silent for a long time.

... just in case your mother doesn't agree, the food there is not strong. ...

People live in this world not just to eat and drink!

The snow is getting denser. But I didn't feel any cold, and a hot thing rushed up! I know, it's not alcohol.

Look at the pointer. In ten minutes, 196 1 year will arrive.

Unexpectedly, on New Year's Day in 196 1, I was on a farm outside the Great Wall, and I could hear such a beautiful dialogue and such a kind and touching poem. I really want to talk to someone about this feeling. ...

Pushing open the door, I saw that Secretary Li had fallen asleep. I went over to wake him up. ...

Knock on the door. I knocked over his dung fork standing at the corner of the kang.

No wonder some people say: Secretary Li has three treasures, a dung fork, a tobacco pouch and a rotten fur coat. I gently lifted the dung fork, and when I saw it, the fork tip was bald.

I heard a story that he had just been transferred to a team that had been short of food and called a meeting of cadres. People have long been famous for his ferocity, courage and drilling, so they brought dry food, notebooks and fur jackets to prepare for a day's meeting. My face fell as soon as I entered the door: What, are they all empty-handed? Cadres quickly took out materials and reports and said, what materials and figures do you need? Let's catch them! What do I need that number for? Boil or stew! Where's your stool fork? The cadres looked at each other. Shit makes people trip, why not pick it up? Can you make grain by spitting? Comrade! Client: What are we doing here? Starting tomorrow, pick up the dung fork!

A year later, the team had surplus grain.

In this way, he was carrying this dung fork, wearing that rotten leather coat that didn't avoid sediment, with a sense of loyalty in party member. Where there is no fire, where there is no food in the warehouse, he goes there.

Now, he is sleeping soundly. The man who has been a sailor on the Yellow River for more than ten years will go to a backward, complicated and almost barren place tomorrow. However, he was snoring, and the wrinkles around his eyes overflowed with a smile. He slept so sweetly! So practical!

People can calculate the output of grain, the output of steel, and the growth rate of industry and agriculture, but who has the ability to count how many such heroes have been produced after the Party mastered the rudder of China? How to find out the proportion of their growth? Find out the depth of heroism?

Secretary Li turned over and put one arm outside. Ha, what a boatman's arm! What thick hands! How much strength is hidden in those bulging muscles! What tenacity there is in those dead cocoons! Those prominent veins have recorded the history of life-and-death struggle with stormy waves!

The wind, more and more fierce, bent down and fell from the sky. The fire in the room is red, and the flame is like a flying red flag! The furnace cavity whizzed like a herd of horses shouting; The paper ceiling crackled like a sail blown by the wind. I feel the waves rolling under my feet and the boatman's voice echoing in my ears. Shout ...

At this moment, I clearly felt a song rushing to my throat like a torrent ... Ah, Xinghai! This is your yellow river boatman song!

That's 194 1 year. The first time I heard this song was in a walnut forest in Taihang Mountain.

What a big chorus! There are three or four hundred people! This is composed of propaganda teams in several base areas. They lined up from stage to stage, forming a huge fan in front of the green screen of walnut forest. Everyone here has come from hell and mountains. From the eighteenth mountain, they wear iron shoes that can smash walnuts; From Hebei, Shandong and Henan, wearing a bull's nose; From Jizhong, they wear thin cotton fish heads; There are bowls embroidered with red and five stars on their belts. These teenagers, one after another, have sparkling eyes and grim expressions.

The band is also strange enough: there are cellos modified from foreign oil drums, ancient clocks from temples, cowhide drums that two people can't hold, and the trumpeter even borrowed the horse horn ... in a long queue under the shade of trees. On the prominent fork, a hanging lantern shines on the music stand and the podium. Thousands of soldiers are sitting in the dark Woods. The gun is on the shoulder, and people are sitting on their backpacks, quietly waiting for the upcoming performance.

The walnut forest exudes an apple-like fragrance, and a little light is reflected on the shiny leaves. The vigilant soldier swam over, flickering on the bayonet tip like a firefly chasing him. At this time, the chorus conductor came out.

Suddenly, I heard a hurried hoofbeat behind me. Looking back, three people stopped the horse on the road near the forest: the leader was a thin chief who fell off his horse like a Dapeng. A big guard with a Kowloon belt took the reins from him. He made a light gesture and walked lightly across the grass with his staff.

Sing a song? With a Hubei accent, ask me quietly.

With curious eyes, he looked around happily, lifted the brim of his hat to wipe the sweat from his head, and helped untie the revolver tied to his waist and the yellow belt with bullets. Then, I took a drag on my pipe from my pocket and listened to my introduction with great interest.

Oh! Is he a Yellow River singer? That sounds interesting! This river has a long history of friendship with me! He turned around and pointed to the handsome white horse full of sweat: that's it, he has been on the Yellow River boat three times! By the light of the pipe, I saw: what a thick black knife-shaped eyebrow!

I recognize it. This is the famous night tiger! He often leads a small but sophisticated army, opening up new areas under the eyes of the enemy, causing a big situation. Looking at his costume now, I'm afraid he will cross the blockade again tonight and go somewhere to break the world!

Friend, have you ever been to the Yellow River? ..... Deep in the forest, a voice asked kindly. The sound brought me to the Yellow River: the fragrance of jujube flowers, the rushing river, the boatman in white vest, clutching the paddle, staring at the old ferryman crouching at the bow, waiting for him to make a gesture of sailing. ...

Command, slowly raised the baton, Qian Qian ten thousand people's hearts! Drummers, holding drumsticks and trumpeters, hold up the number of horses tied with red silk; Thousands of pairs of eyes are condensed on that small club head. He chopped the stick down, and the music rushed out of the gate like a flood. How did the water of the Yellow River flow out of heaven!

The baton picked a huge wave and threw a splash. Can't tell music from singing, on and off the stage. I only feel the water drops dancing on my face and the waves rolling under my feet; Dude, look into a person's eyes. Paddle board, chopping the East China Sea; Song, awakened the sleeping mountain; China, riding the roaring Yellow River, galloping forward!

The officer next to me has a pipe that has been extinguished in one hand and a belt with his thumb in the other; He swayed lightly and powerfully with the song, with thick black knife-shaped eyebrows raised high and electric eyes shining in his eyes. ...

The music stopped, but the sound of surging waves hitting the cliff was still in my ear.

There was a rustling sound on the avenue, and I heard it carefully before I knew it was footsteps. Anyone who has experience in military life can hear that this is a literate fighting force. Coming! The director conveniently took out his pocket watch and looked at it. He said happily to the staff that it was really not slow. Let's go! The staff member hurried forward.

I followed them to the forest. Wow! What a capable team! The team of hundreds of people is as light as a silkworm biting mulberry leaves, carrying bags of grenades, bulging bullet belts, a dry food bag hanging around their necks and a pair of straw sandals tied on their belts. They are so light, agile and agile, and their eyes are so alert and deep, flashing with anxiety and happiness before they are about to enter a fierce battle, eager for revenge and resolute sparks that can withstand a huge test. This army is really a night tiger that can jump up and pounce every minute!

The leader stared at the faces of the soldiers. Suddenly, he saw something and his face sank.

Hide where? Come out!

A little soldier who wanted to hide behind the company commander was stopped. He adjusted his hat brim awkwardly, glanced at the company commander and walked slowly with a pout.

Two calves are not slow. Who sent you here?

The trumpeter bowed his head and twisted the bright red spike on the bronze number without saying a word.

This is not going to the Expo. Do you know where we are going?

Know! The trumpeter raised his head and looked at the chief with a pair of round tiger eyes.

You ah! ..... Does Aunt know that you have left?

She is more open than you! The trumpeter's mouth pursed higher.

The chief and the people around him laughed.

All right! You still have a reason! Chief pointed, lit the trumpeter with a smile and said. All right, all right, you can tie it! ..... come back later and go back now.

The trumpeter did not move.

Why don't you go? The tone of the chief is very strict.

The trumpeter's little hand clenched the bright red trumpeter spike, his eyes fixed on his head, and he said firmly and clearly: The troops can't live without the trumpeter! , also cannot leave the army.

Director of the body shake, he narrowed his eyes staring at the child's face, a long time, said a sentence:

Line up!

The trumpeter's face changed, made a ceremony, like an arrow leaving the string, and he immediately returned to the team!

The chief took the reins, slammed his horse and jumped up.

The chorus in the forest continues: the wind is roaring, the horses are barking ... Song seems to be seeing the team off. Tonight, they will wade across the deep river and cross the enemy's barrage; Tomorrow, in the dense green tent, in the tunnel and on the ridge, there will be countless people, listening to the trumpeter's horn, waving broadswords and spears, following the troops, singing this magnificent song and rushing to the battlefield!

It's been over twenty years. However, the fragrant walnut forest, the shocking singing, the bright red bugle spike and the thick black knife-shaped eyebrows are clearly displayed in front of me, just like everything that happened a second ago.

I thought more than once: Now, where are they?

1958, I was next to an ironmaking blast furnace in northern Shaanxi, spewing bright red flames one after another. At this time, I heard a program on the radio: The chorus sang: The Yellow River is roaring ... I didn't feel my heart moving. On this high loess promontory, I looked up: from the Yellow River to the Yangtze River, from Emei to Mount Tai, the red light was shining. In the songs of the generals, I saw a huge ship coming from the rough sea of China, and there were many faces on board. Here! The trumpeter still holds his shiny brass horn; The general provoked his thick black knife-shaped eyebrows, stepped on the side of the ship and came to me.

I think I just started to understand the boatman song!

1960, by chance, I saw a news and a photo in the newspaper: somewhere in the northeast, our troops, led by a general, fought against the flood day and night to save the people ... The photo was not clear, and the general was a character, but I recognized it at once!

How I want to fly to his side, follow him, face the typhoon of 12, face the rain, face the torrent, just like that year, go to the most tense battlefield!

1960, what a good year! In the once-in-a-century drought and rainstorm, in the typhoon flood that uprooted trees and tore up houses, and in the biting cold current that struck from Siberia, how magnificent, beautiful and brilliant the image of my heroic nation is! People, in this life-and-death struggle, in our party's realistic spirit of summing up experience in the face of reality, and in the face of the great spirit of determining the right direction, saw the party face to face, saw the motherland and saw the comrades! Really understand the meaning of these lofty words!

I'm party member! I am a Communist Youth League member! I am a commune member! I am a red scarf! In the face of the party and the motherland, 600 million people struggle for the heaviest burden and the most dangerous task without hesitation!

Ah, what kind of country we were born in! There are all kinds of people! What kind of party!

Song of the Boatman is the first note written on a boat in Nanhu, Zhejiang in 192 1. Listen to how 600 million people sing this heroic song today!

196 1 The first morning of the year has arrived. On the snowy sandy plain, it was stained with orange brilliance. On the farm outside the Great Wall, Ma Si people are noisy and the wheels are rolling.

Secretary Li, wearing a sheepskin coat and leaning on a dung fork, stood at the intersection and told the people who saw me off to go back. Over there, a girl in a maroon coat came running with a bag.

Ouch! I almost killed someone. I'm really afraid of you ... I'm afraid you snuck out! She grabbed secretary li's sleeve and gasped.

This stupid doll, ... where are you?

Without you, Mu Guiying! Let's go first!

Xiaomei left with her luggage, and then she discovered that the guy she used to pick up luggage was also a dung fork!

The morning glow rises from the snow, and Secretary Li, an old sailor for more than ten years, walks forward with her against the 196 1 year sun. Facing the surging waves of the Yellow River.

How many new sailors stepped onto the deck today?

The boatman's song has started a new movement!