The enemy-killing warrior just picked up the embroidery needle and became an embroidery girl. Embroidery, embroidery, two embroidered handkerchiefs were finally embroidered. They also wrote the follow

The enemy-killing warrior just picked up the embroidery needle and became an embroidery girl. Embroidery, embroidery, two embroidered handkerchiefs were finally embroidered. They also wrote the following poem: Thick hands embroider deeper into the night, embroidering stitch after stitch. The needle, thread, and thread are in harmony with each other. The friendship between China and North Korea is deeper than the sea. In this limited time, the soldiers also thought about how to do their best for the local elders. They thought about which streams were difficult to cross when flash floods came, so they built stone bridges and plank bridges. Which ones were too far away from the river, so they dug wells next to scattered cottages, and which wells were close to the road. , and added a manhole cover to the well. They also went from house to house to see whose house was leaking and put new grass on it, and whose roof was cracked and plastered it with plaster. They also picked up American bomb fragments, lit a fire, beat them into sickles, cut mountain vines to make baskets, and made small round tables with living legs according to the Korean style, and then gave them to North Korean Abaki and grandmothers. Ni. Other careful and skillful warriors also made small pistols, kaleidoscopes and small ice carts for skating for children, and carved dragon-head crutches for the elderly. When these old people who had experienced many vicissitudes of life took the crutches into their hands, tears welled up in their dim old eyes. They lamented that after living for several generations, they had never seen such an army, an army that made kaleidoscopes and dragon-headed crutches! They praised the Communist Party of China and Mao Zedong for their good teachings. The hearts of these Chinese children are simply hearts of gold, hearts of silver, and hearts as crystal clear as crystal stones! In Riyanli, Yangde County, I saw soldiers hurriedly repairing a Korean-style house. It turned out that there was a hunchbacked, lonely woman with four children in the village who had not had a house for ten years and lived here and there. This house was built for her. With deep love, the soldiers dyed the pillars red, painted birds, insects and flowers under the eaves, and painted pictures of the two peoples fighting side by side. Until the day before departure, they had just dried the house and framed it with white paper. It was very lively during the move. The army dispatched dozens of soldiers. Some were carrying pots and bowls, some were holding pots, some were carrying wood, some were carrying straw bags, and some were driving piglets. The piglets were squeaking and gongs and drums were beating, forming a long queue. , lively and lively, sending this family into their new home. Then, the soldiers held hands and danced around the house around the North Korean mother. The North Korean mother fell on the soldiers' shoulders and shed her tears. At this time, his old mother also came from Yangde. The gray-haired old man filled a glass of wine, held it to the political commissar's lips, and said she had a dream last night. She said she dreamed that a dragon came down from the sky. This celestial dragon slowly and leisurely floated in the sky and disappeared, and then a burst of music was heard. Amidst the music, countless volunteers came from all directions, walked towards her daughter, and danced around her daughter, just like the soldiers danced around her daughter today. She said that in the dream, her daughter lifted up her skirt with both hands, and the volunteers rushed to throw flowers and jewelry into her arms. Those jewelry also read "Longevity and Longevity". Those flowers looked very light, but when they fell, each one became heavy and made the skirt sink. ... Affectionate people, what a beautiful tribute you have given to our army! It is conceivable that when people leave such an army, how can they not be deeply attached to it! However, the departure date of the volunteers is still approaching day by day. North Korean elders, they have no interest in working during the day, and they cannot sleep peacefully at night. They repeatedly inquired about the departure date of the volunteers, fearing that people would leave quietly, and when they heard the sound of cars, they would open the doors and windows to take a look. If a soldier comes to their house, the amannies will bring out copper bowls of chestnuts, or they will hurriedly grab hot eggs from the henhouse and stuff them into your arms. They also invited familiar soldiers to their homes, killed chickens, bought wine, and watched you eat it, as if they could relax their separation. There were twenty-two old mothers in Wenjing. They collected money, prepared food and drinks, and invited dozens of soldiers to have a heart-to-heart talk. That night, they poured out their feelings to the Chinese children.The troops are assembled. The women opened bamboo baskets and distributed gifts. The children climbed onto the cannon and inserted red leaves into the muzzle of the cannon. The little Jeep was also wrapped into a float with countless colored paper strips and strings of paper flowers. The grannies, the children, the girls, none of them cried when they did these things. Last night, the soldiers told them not to cry. The village (village) cadres also told them not to cry in order not to make the volunteers sad. They were very obedient, they really stopped themselves, and they didn’t cry at all while doing these things. The departure signal sounded. The soldiers shouldered their backpacks, put on their guns, and walked towards the welcoming crowd lined the streets. "Long live" sounded, the fiery red maple leaves were raised, and the children scattered the rain of confetti vigorously, cheering: "Glory-Isda!" "Glory-Isda!" (i.e. "Glory-Isda!") !") The footsteps of the volunteers moved, and people's eyes became wet, but no one endured it, shouted slogans as hard as they could, and still did not cry. However, when the soldiers held the old mother's hand and called out "Ama Ni, goodbye!" I don't know if the old mother couldn't help it. She held the soldier's hand and was the first to cry. Then came the girls, the children crying, then the silent tears and low sobs of the men. At this time, the soldiers were literally marching in the rain of tears sent by the Korean people to see them off. This was not a single person crying, this was the whole Korean nation holding their dearest friends with their hearts in their hands! Even a drop of my tears can't stop falling into the rain of thousands of tears. Oh, dear, respectable Korean people! In the flames of war, you are so strong! The enemy turned your town into ruins, but you did not cry; the enemy burned your home to ashes, but you did not cry; the enemy killed your relatives, but you did not cry; the enemy tied you to a big tree and burned you You, roast you, you didn’t cry; you are really a hard bow that can’t be pulled, a diamond that can’t be burned! But today, when your comrades--the Chinese soldiers are leaving you, you shed so many tears! It seems that all the tears of each of you for a lifetime will be poured out today! You are a very strong and passionate people! Please put away your tears, dear and respectable people! Your tears keep flowing like this, and they have already wetted your land. I know that you deplore the blood of Chinese soldiers and feel grateful for the little work of Chinese soldiers. Your tears today are the highest praise for the Chinese soldiers and the supreme honor given to the Chinese soldiers! I know that every drop in this rain of tears is not an ordinary tear. Each drop is a pearl of friendship that is hard to buy! In the rain of tears as they bid farewell, all the Chinese soldiers also shed tears. An hour had passed and they had not yet walked two miles. At this time, in the procession of seeing off people, someone was shouting: "Stop crying, carry the backpacks for them!" People suddenly woke up, wiped their tears, and grabbed the soldiers' backpacks. Children also Grabbing it and carrying it on their shoulders, the women held the snatched backpack high on their heads and floated beside the soldiers. At this time, the team was no longer divided into ranks, soldiers and civilians, and men and women. They were scattered and colorful, supporting each other, talking, crying, and walking. What a team this is! Maybe this doesn't look like a team, but this is indeed the most powerful team in the world. This is a huge flow of friendship that is connected to each other and shoulder to shoulder! This giant stream is marching, marching, crossing rivers and mountains. They are marching in the mountains and fields of red maple forests, marching in the east of socialism.