The spirit of female soldiers in female soldiers' tombs is expressed through poems, famous sayings or epigrams.

Female soldier tomb

(1) Yellow leaves in late autumn fall sadly in the lonely sky. On the morning after the snow, I took a bunch of Saussurea involucrata into this wasteland covered with gravel and hay and walked to a small mound. ...

Here, I slept with a woman I respected, a female soldier sleeping on the roof of the world.

Do you still remember me When you leave this world, I hold you!

At that time, I was an auto soldier who had been in the army for less than a year. You, an ordinary military doctor, have a shining five-pointed star on your head, a wide brown belt outside your military uniform and a Red Cross medicine box on your left shoulder. I haven't seen you before, and I didn't see you until that day when I pulled a car full of comrades from Lanzhou New Barracks. You are too busy! Thirty-five recruits in the car, you have to take their blood pressure two or three times a day, even me, a "veteran" who has run three times on the Qinghai-Tibet line. Comrades feel that their yak-like bodies don't need so many things. If you don't listen, you will say with a straight face: "Yaks are not good either! Alpine disease is not polite to anyone. " A car full of honest people.

The top of Tanggula Mountain is surprisingly cold. I stopped to take a nap and refueled. You ran around checking on the soldiers as usual. The cold wind won't dry the hot sweat on your face. ...

[6] Just then-a moment I will never forget-a stray bullet came from nowhere and a recruit fell on the bus.

On one occasion, a fork gun stretched out from a cliff hole on the side of the road. ...

The sniper gun was aimed at our military vehicle, and the gun was only a few tens of meters away from the car. The stray bullet continued to fly. ...

Levies you are the first to find the enemy's situation and rushed up without hesitation!

⑽ All the remaining 34 recruits rushed up! Unarmed, they destroyed the enemy's nest with 34 pairs of fists. When everyone picked you up from the fork, you were dying. ...

⑾ I drove to Lhasa like a flying car. I put all my strength on the tip of my right foot and stepped on the accelerator hard, hoping to get the car wheels off the ground and fly!

⑿ But your injury is too serious after all! I had to stop when the car drove to the northern Tibetan plateau. I went to pick you up. I don't know your name. Nobody in the car knows your name. We can only shout in despair: "Comrade! Comrade! " Finally, a miracle appeared. You opened your beautiful eyes and your long eyelashes flashed a few times. You looked at me and the comrades around you and smiled! We all laughed! But soon you closed your eyes again and never opened them again!

[13] I hold you tightly. I hate that I am a driver and can't send you to the place where you came back from the dead. I hope my beating heart rhythm can be transmitted to you, my body temperature can warm you, and my breath can wake you up. ...

[14] But everything is in vain! You still left, leaving nothing, no name, no place of origin, no will!

⒂ I took out a pickaxe with the car, and the comrades took turns digging and found you a place to live on the grass beach. Female comrade-in-arms, how peacefully you slept: sleeping in the grassland, sleeping in the cold wind, covered with six quilts in the snow, accompanied by a nameless stream. I know that only by lying on this land where you have dedicated your youth, blood and life can you close your eyes with peace of mind.

After a month, I finished my task and returned to the northern Tibetan Plateau. I parked on the side of the road and walked to see you. Your grave bag is still a pile of ordinary loess. The difference is that a wordless tablet was erected in front of the grave. For an instant, my feelings surged like the tide. I know, because you are nobody, people can only set up a tablet without words for you.

⒄ I put a handful of new soil on your grave and bowed deeply to say goodbye to you. ...

⒅ For decades, in my heart, you have been as glorious and great as Huang Jiguang who blocked the enemy's muzzle with his chest.

Good comrade-in-arms, now I'm back with you. What makes me happy is that you are remembered by more people! Your grave is getting bigger, with white mortar on the top, and a pine tree in front of the door has grown two stories high. Under the pine tree, the tablet without words still stands.

I bowed deeply to you and stood by you for a long time. ...