Feng Zhi's Contemporary Writers

Feng Zhi (1923— 1968) is a contemporary writer. Formerly known as Feng Luxiang. Hebei Jinghai (now Jinghai County, Tianjin) people. ** * party member. /kloc-in the spring of 0/938, he joined Jizhong Anti-Japanese People's Self-Defense Force (the third column of the Eighth Route Army) led by General Lv Zhengcao. He used to be an orderly, a guard, a monitor, a platoon leader, a monitor, a literary captain and a member of a drama club. 1947 studied in the Chinese Department of North China University, and later worked as a reporter of Hebei Daily, editor, journalist and writer of Hebei People's Broadcasting Station. Published works 65438 to 0945. 1962 Join the Chinese Writers Association. He is the author of the novel Armed Behind the Enemy, the novella Ba Shen Road outside Baoding, and the short story Life inside and outside Baoding.

Wang Zhijie, the heroic company commander, Xie Dashui, a reportage, and Gao Yong, a model of communication unity.

Feng Gang, the director of the first drafts of the three novels, The Frontline Art Team, The Underground Guerrilla and The Growth Song, is Feng Zhi's youngest son. Speaking of the composition of the martial arts team at that time, Feng Gang couldn't help feeling proud of his father. "Can participate in the martial arts team is the backbone of the army, first of all, must be a class cadre, followed by party member in * * *, but also have combat experience. The business scope is outside Baoding, including Qingyuan, Lixian, Levin, Boye and Xu Shui. Weapons and equipment are also excellent. The total strength of the brigade is more than 80, and the detachment is more than 20. Each person is equipped with a light machine gun, a Grenade launcher, four submachine guns, a dozen horse rifles and a mauser pistol. Therefore, this team is different from the general anti-Japanese armed groups or guerrillas, and it is an elite force. Their work is very difficult because of the bad environment. My father once said that the implementation of the party's policies in such areas must be step by step, and there should be no ambiguity. Otherwise, not only will I fail to complete the task, but I will cause irreparable losses to the party, and I am likely to be eaten by the enemy. "

As Feng Zhi's favorite youngest son, Feng Gang often sits on his father's lap, pestering him to tell those thrilling battle stories. "On one occasion, my father went to the military region for a meeting. On the way back, he met the Japanese devils head on. He ducked into a pile of wheat straw by the roadside. The devils came and picked up the wheat straw piles one by one with bayonets. Father felt the devil coming, raised his mauser pistol and pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't go off, and the devil didn't pick the straw pile and turned away. When my father looked afterwards, it turned out that the gun was stuck by wheat straw. This is really a miraculous escape. " Wit, courage and composure are the fathers in the eyes of the Fenggang brothers. Feng Gang said: "The fighting career also left many memories for my father. His left clavicle was broken by a bayonet in melee, his left index finger was punctured and he was shot in the head and chest. But my father survived again and again, leading the martial arts team members to pull out towers, kill devils, eliminate traitors, punish evil and promote good. Because of his repeated meritorious military service, it is even more surprising that during his father's tenure as monitor, no member of the Wushu team died. In the harsh environment at that time, this can be said to be a miracle. "

In Wangcun, xushui county, Jia Zhengxi, a 9 1 year-old martial arts player, talked about the years of bonfire, still full of passion: "Our ninth division martial arts team was founded in Jiagezhuang, Wanxian County (now Shunping) in August 1942. At that time, Feng Zhi was the team leader, I was the vice captain, and we were old buddies, always together. Before coming out of the mountain, we trained and learned how to move in enemy-occupied areas, how to do mass work and how to shout to the Japanese. After coming out of the mountains, I began to do propaganda work and put up slogans. One night, Captain Feng led four members of our Wushu team to cover more than 20 anti-Japanese cadres back to Jizhong, and Wei Shuhuai and I took the lead. In a north-south blockade ditch, we found three plainclothes, suspected enemies, who were hiding separately. I was lying on a mound, and several enemies in military uniforms came over and forced me to ask with guns,' which part?' From the city's secret service. "What's the name of the captain?" Let me see, make a phone call ... I took advantage of the other party's stupefaction, pulled out my gun and asked questions, and jumped into the ditch. The enemy surrounded him with guns, and Lao Wei was injured. He pretended to rush to the front and shouted, "Move the machine gun." Hearing this, the enemy fled back in fear. At this time, Captain Feng has led the cadres across the blockade ditch. "In Jia Zhengxi's eyes, the young captain Feng" has a special spirit, and his eyes seem to be talking. Courage, good gun, gun pulled out a bullet and went out, fast and accurate. Really a capable person. "Feng Zhi (1905 September17-1993 February 22nd), formerly known as Feng Chengzhi, was named Pei Jun. Modern poets, translators and professors. Zhili Zhuozhou (now Zhuozhou, Hebei Province) people. 12 After graduating from Zhuoxian High School, he entered Beijing No.4 Middle School and began to write poems under the influence of the May 4th New Culture Movement.

I am a small river.

Year of Creation: Contemporary

Author: Feng Zhi

Type of work: poetry

I am a small river,

I didn't mean to bypass you.

You have no intention of turning your rosy clouds into shadows.

Into my soft waves.

I walked through a forest and choochoo choo was swinging.

Put those green leaves and shadows

Cut your skirt short.

I flow through a flower, and the soft waves are sparkling.

Put those sad flowers and shadows

Weave it into your crown.

Helpless, I finally flowed in,

Flowing into the ruthless sea

The sea is full of wind and waves.

Blow off Corolla and smash the skirt!

I also drift with the tide,

Drifting to endless places

Your rosy clouds.

Like the scattered rosy clouds!