(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. ...