Lyrics: composed by Huang Rongsen; Zheng Zhijie
With a backpack and a gun,
This team is huge,
Comrade! If you want to ask where we are going,
We want to go where the motherland needs it most.
Tianshan snow thousands of miles away,
But seeing the waves in the East China Sea,
Listen to the cattle and sheep beyond the Great Wall and smell the rice and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.
Comrades, then stride forward.
Railway soldiers aim in all directions.
With a backpack and a gun,
This team is huge,
Comrade! If you want to ask where we are going,
We want to go where the motherland needs it most.
Split mountains and fill the sea,
Magnificent mountains and rivers weave the railway network,
It's raining heavily today, and the flowers of the Ming Dynasty are in full bloom.
Comrades, then stride forward.
Railway soldiers aim in all directions!
Railway soldiers aim in all directions!
Second, Marshal Ye Jianying's inscription: "Dig a road every mountain, bridge when it meets water, and there is no danger before the railway soldiers; There is nothing difficult for the railway soldiers in front of the wind and rain. "
Third, Chen Jun's poems
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The distant mountains are calling-dedicated to the railway soldiers
1948 established the railway corps, and 1984 was collectively placed under the Ministry of Railways. From 1954 to 1984, 66 15 people died heroically and 49,987 people were disabled. ...
It's still time to cut the ribbon.
The train will take me to the wilderness.
Eyes, full of tears.
Tears overlap to create a hazy picture.
how far
From the Battle of Liaoshen
Going south with the army, fighting and losing.
Bullets in the sky
A creeping train.
In an instant, it will become unbreakable and explosive.
Steel transportation line
So, yesterday
A whistle, lightning speed.
The train carries proud soldiers.
Cross the border bridge
Go to the front ...
36 years.
Subgrade, bridge and tunnel
Tunnels, Bridges and Subgrade
Xia Ying, Nenlin and Cheng Kun.
Qinghai-Tibet, South Xinjiang and Jingyuan
Under the leadership of two million railway soldiers.
25,000 kilometers of railway lines have been built.
I seem to hear heavy breathing.
See the subgrade under the soil basket extending inch by inch.
I thought I heard a hammer knocking.
The tunnel where I saw my jaw was bitten to pieces.
I seem to hear the drums and gongs celebrating.
See a brand-new train
And a packed backpack.
The ruins of the camp
A soldier was so tired that he vomited blood.
He said with a wry smile
What a coincidence! Blood will also stay on the roadbed.
A soldier's hand was broken.
He let out a scream.
Gilmer silently pressed the blood vessels of the fountain.
At the moment of grasping the point into the hole
I was cut in the face by a stone flying from a mountain gun.
He gave the shovel a strong grip.
On the occasion of the opening ceremony
He stood on the platform for a long time.
Take out a clean handkerchief.
Wipe the new stop sign again.
I think I heard a faint moan.
see
From the collapsed rocks
Pull out a purple face.
I seem to hear the whistle of frozen soil slipping.
see
Snow-white brains mixed in the mud.
I think I heard it.
A cry for help in the biting torrent
see
The banks of the river are lined with corpses with tendons.
I didn't hear anything
Only to see the broken arm, leg and waist.
With doubt
Young face
I held his head.
I thought I heard him ask softly
The railway is not finished yet.
I can't close my eyes.
The doctor's hand holds the heart.
But it can no longer make a rotating sound.
Hundreds of people exported more than ten kilograms of blood.
But he didn't open his eyes.
Burst ribs
Bleeding lips
Crushed internal organs
Splash pieces of meat
Supporting bridges and tunnels
Driving today's wheels
Forward, forward
It used to be a barracks.
Always echoed with the laughter of the soldiers.
The cemetery left behind
Always convey the depth of the warrior.
We walk.
Leave the railway to you.
The whistle of the train is the horn of morning exercise.
The passenger's dialogue is the language of greeting.
Wherever we go,
The railway connects us closely.
Entrust, hope, guide
It will reach our ears.
graveyard
It's too quiet
He Hua
Always bright.
monument
Record this change.
monument
It is as difficult to fight against nature.
Because of you.
Like a sentry
Uncovered
Railways, buildings, stations
Because of you.
Look at it.
Barren hills, bald ridges, plateaus
Whistle to wake up the deep valley
Looking forward to a tall building dotted with rivers and mountains.
I am eager
For poor mothers.
Add another piece
Even coarse clothes.
therefore
We are determined to move forward.
The blank spot of the motherland railway
Tears that want to cry finally fell.
The sunset glow flashed before my eyes.
It was the paved rail that pierced the sun.
The blood of the sun dyed the blue sky red.
Fourth, poetry.
In broad daylight, the 46 grave jade-like stone.
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Well, like last time, I climbed the high iron gate.
The shuttle went under the door and then hung down.
I took pictures of them, one for each person.
I knelt in front of them with one leg, and after one shot, I shot the other.
To tell the truth, I don't know why, but I'm a little scared.
I always feel that someone is behind me
By rights, I shouldn't have that fear.
They are all martyrs and heroes I admire.
And I'm really a little scared.
Not only because I'm the only one in the garden.
Stand up one at a time.
I found that I was much taller than any of them.
No wonder I'm standing.
They are all lying down.
For decades.
The stone tablet with their names on it is old.
They are old, too. Do they build railways in the other world?
They are here to build a railway.
They died before the railway was completed.
They have never been on the train once, although dozens of vans come and go every day.
They can't see the train either, although the railway is in their sight.
48. They are all mainlanders. 48 mainlanders left their lives in Yunnan.
(There are 46. Two were moved back to their hometown by relatives many years ago)
There are 46 of them, and I only live in a Hangzhou native named Fu Zhongze.
On the engineer's grave, I saw who put the sacrifice a few years ago:
A small bottle of wine on September 9.
You can't tell what brand of wine it is in the small bottle.
A small bottle of precious wine.
I think most of their relatives only know that they "sacrificed" in Yunnan.
I don't know where they are buried.
What is recorded here is the Dian Wei Martyrs Cemetery in Guangtong Town, Lufeng County, Yunnan Province (existing)
The names of 45 railway soldiers buried.
Some of them died of illness, some were exhausted, and some died unexpectedly during construction.
"Damn" is dead, and "Not Damn" is dead.
Mount Tai and a feather, both light and heavy.
"One is not afraid of suffering, and the other is not afraid of death" became the highest guide of their lives at that time.
I try to imagine myself as any of them, imagine them.
But I failed. I can't do it. My thoughts, my thoughts.
We are not from the same era.
I'm not afraid of suffering, but I'm afraid I won't die for nothing.
One thing I believe is that we are interlinked, for the motherland and the people.
We will do our best.
I climbed up the high iron gate and prepared to climb out along the road I climbed in.
Behind me, only the trees shake the wind, and the wind shakes the trees. ...
2007.3.30
Verb (abbreviation of verb) Railway Soldiers Martyrs Cemetery
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Snow is falling in the sky. I walked along the road under the snow in the sky.
I walked three kilometers and came to Dian Wei.
Standing on the highway, looking at the hillside dozens of meters away on the right.
Among the gray cypress trees, there is a gray chimney-shaped monument.
There, it is the railway soldier martyrs cemetery, a gray chimney-shaped monument, a monument.
I walked up the hill and passed the fields with broad beans and wheat.
After smoking several piles of tiles, I came to the gate of Dian Wei Railway Martyrs Cemetery.
Express, Shenshen, Shanghai, three rust locks of different sizes.
There is also an iron gate painted with silver powder, which firmly locks the access to the cemetery.
A red brick wall more than 2 meters high, an immortal revolutionary martyr.
Circle into key protected cultural relics
Snow is falling in the sky. I walked half a circle along the fence on the right side of the gate under the snow all over the sky.
This wall is too high to climb. I had to go back to the front door, pull the fence and look at both sides of the door.
There seems to be no place to stand. There is a sign on the right of the gate.
It is engraved with1Notice of the county government on the protection of revolutionary martyrs cemetery on July 6, 989.
The sign on the left reads: Lufeng County Key Protection Cemetery; Dian Wei Railway Soldiers Martyrs Cemetery
1July 970 12.
I climbed the sign on the right, leaned over the fence and looked under it. It is tall and has no legs.
Where there are no legs under the left sign, if you climb into the wall, you may not get out.
I gave up the idea of climbing over the wall and put down the sign.
I opened the iron gate and found a gap between the high iron gate and the steel door head.
Maybe I can sneak in through the gap. What if people think I'm a thief?
Hi! These days, people want everything. I'm afraid no one wants to give it away, let alone steal it.
I carried my bag, pulled the iron fence, stepped on the "flower" on the door, and climbed the iron gate in a few times.
I sat on the door, feet down, face inward, pulling the door, and my whole body slipped out of the door.
I put my back against the door and stepped on the door "Hua". I was about to jump down when a pair of rough hands reached out to me: "Come on, grab my hand!"
I was taken aback. There stood an old man with sparse, dry and withered hair.
The wrinkles on my face are like furrows and ridges after rain.
"I'm not a bad person, I just want to come in and have a look." I quickly explained.
"I know. Come on, give me your hand and I'll help you. The door is too high! " The old man said
"Are you ..." I asked with palpitations.
"I am Liu Weiming!" The old man said
Liu Weiming? I can't believe it.
Liu Weiming, platoon leader of Fuxing Brigade of Canal Commune, Binhai County, Jiangsu Province.
1966 was only 26 years old when he died on September 9!
"You said you were Liu Weiming?" My left hand clutched the door tightly.
"It's me. I am Liu Weiming. " The old man said, "Come on, give me your hand!" " "
I reached out my right hand trembling, holding a hand like a coarse-toothed steel file.
I jumped lightly and stood firmly on the ground.
"Are you really the platoon leader in Liu Weiming?" I still doubt it. Maybe he's guarding the cemetery.
"Aren't you the middle school student who touched all of us and wanted to be a hero?" The old man said
"hmm." I said to myself. I did touch every tombstone. Although the man in front of us is very old,
Can also vaguely distinguish the former appearance:
"Are you really a platoon leader liu? But how is that possible? Liu Paichang, how did you become like this? " I'm surprised.
"Haha, 64 years old, old!" Liu Weiming said with a smile.
Liu Weiming, platoon leader of Fuxing Brigade of Canal Commune, Binhai County, Jiangsu Province.
1966 was only 26 years old when he died on September 9!
"How is that possible?" I still doubt it.
"The deceased is like a husband!" Liu Weiming said sadly.
I don't believe in nodding.
"Last time, you and your classmates came to visit us, was it at 1980?" Liu Weiming said.
"Yes 1980." (expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
On the Qingming Day on April 5th, 1980, the teacher came here with four classes from our junior high school to pay homage to the martyrs.
"Time flies. 1980 has been 24 years. 24 years! " Liu Weiming said with emotion
"yes. For 24 years, I am 38 years old. " I am also very emotional.
"yes. You are 38 years old, can I not be old? The deceased is like a husband! " Liu Weiming said with a smile.
It is snowing in the sky. Liu Weiming and I stood face to face in the cold wind of June 5438+1 October12005.
"I am particularly impressed with you." Liu Weiming said.
"Huh?" I watched Liu Weiming's countless white hairs fluttering in the wind.
"that day, you looked at me and said to yourself,' it's amazing to be a platoon leader at the age of 26.'
You also said,' If I were a railway soldier, I could be a hero. As long as you can be a hero, it's worth dying. " "
"Yes, that's what I was thinking. Do you remember? " I'm a little excited.
"You haven't forgotten, have you?" Liu Weiming smiled and said, "Do you still want to be a hero now?"
"I want to be a hero, I want to be an immortal hero." (expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
"Yes, the undead hero! A living hero is called a hero, and a dead hero is also called a hero.
What hero doesn't want to be a living hero? "Liu Weiming said.
"Yes, I hope the hero is a living hero. The most regrettable thing is that many heroes cannot die.
Many precious lives have been wasted in this way! "I said
"Your thoughts have changed a lot." Liu Weiming said.
"What about you? Haven't you thought about this question for decades? " (expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
"I have never given up thinking about life." Liu Weiming said.
"You may not believe it, now, ready to die. Building roads will kill people, building houses will kill people, and even ditching will kill people. It seems that you can't do things until you die. You can't do things until you die. " (expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
"Oh ... why is it time?" Liu Weiming said thoughtfully.
"Building guangtong-dali railway killed many people." (expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
"Oh ... alas? Why is it still like this? What time is it now? Life is a question of life ... many times.
Death is completely avoidable! It is not easy to live! "Liu Weiming career.
"Little classmate, you finally come again!" A sentence interrupted my unfinished exposition.
A group of railway soldiers came from behind the gray cypress and chestnut trees.
Walking in front is the "telephone pole" in Xiao Sichuan, and he is seriously ill and suddenly dies.
Xiao Zhejiang, the "big girl" who worked hard for four days and four nights.
Small Guangxi, a "fat wax gourd" torn by falling rocks
..... the snot baby in Guizhou.
Walking in the middle are Liang Zhenwei, a "sapling" from Guangdong, and Zou, a "monkey" from Jiangxi.
..... 40 "old" railway soldiers surrounded me and Liu Weiming, as if I were a rare treasure.
"hmm? Where is my fellow Hunan? " I haven't seen any of my four fellow villagers.
"Li Zhenxiang, Zhong Qiwei and Wang Bing persuade Dai Yousan in the house."
"What happened to Dai Yousan?" I quickly asked.
"Dai Yousan cry his mother. After his sacrifice, his mother looked at Yunnan every day.
Shouting his name, I want to see him, but my family is poor and I can't afford to come. at present
His mother is 80 years old and can't call him for several days. "
"In fact, our 45 families only know that we sacrificed railway construction and were buried in Yunnan.
Maybe they don't know where we are buried. "
Snow is falling in the sky. We sat around the monument painted with silver powder and engraved with the words "the revolutionary martyrs are immortal", resisting the cold current of New Year's Day in 2005 and warming each other.
Four of my fellow villagers are here. Our cold hands hold each other affectionately.
At their request, I told them again what I saw and heard when I went back to my hometown in Hunan from 65438 to 0975.
They are addicted to it and immersed in fantasy.
It suddenly occurred to me that my pocket contained Hunan "Baisha" cigarettes brought by my little uncle's son.
I took out my cigarette and toasted them. They laughed and said, "I haven't smoked for decades, so I'll quit if I don't quit."
Each of my four fellow villagers received one. They put cigarettes in front of their noses and sniffed gently.
"I smell the land of fish and rice by Dongting Lake again." Dai's eyes were blind with three tears, and red tears rippled.
It is snowing in the sky of Tianshan Mountain. I took my camera out of my bag and took pictures of them.
They jumped up happily and lined up before Liu Weiming platoon leader shouted the password.
When I was about to press the shutter, they suddenly disappeared from my lens.
In front of me, there are only four rows of gray monuments with 45 names engraved on them!
I climbed the iron gate and slipped out through that crack.
Snow is falling in the sky. I walked down the mountain under the snow in the sky and walked. ...
Cross the road, cross the field, and come to the edge of chengdu-kunming railway.
A train from Kunming to Chengdu roared away and roared away.
Looking south, I saw a long and heavy railway track; Looking north, I see a long and heavy railway track.
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They are all found online to pay tribute to the railway soldiers!
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