After reading this book with passion, I gently closed it and looked at the words "Linyuan", which seemed to be condensed with fiery blood, and it was more gorgeous and red against the white snow on the cover. In it, I seem to see a kind and kind PLA soldiers, struggling in the deep mountains and forests for their own ideals and the great cause of the motherland-the proletarian cause. The snow at this time seems to have merged with their smiles and souls.
For these soldiers, death is not terrible, blood, but also for this land they love and the flow of their lovely villagers, which verifies the hearts of children, and its pulse will always beat in this lush old forest. The strong wind and the dense forest of bullets can't scare them off, because a fire in their hearts and a belief-truly liberating the people-support them to stand up again and again in storms and blizzards until the final victory. They are persistent in their pursuit of life goals and are not afraid of obstacles. Even when there is no doubt, they are willing to fight to the death. Maybe they think that in the face of their own life, lofty ideals will have no regrets only if they struggle. Just like the old man in "The Old Man and the Sea" and the Shawton River in "Peak", they all advance for their beloved ideals. Although they all failed in the end, leaving only a pair of bones or a few faint traces in this vast world, they can never be knocked down mentally in anyone's eyes. Those who laugh at their unnecessary waste of life must be cowards, because only cowards laugh at the brave, more because they don't understand the feeling of devoting their lives to pursuit, and more because they don't have the courage and ideal. Deng Xiaoping also said: "We must always educate our people, especially our teenagers, to have ideals." A person who has no ideal is at a loss about his future and the road he wants to take. Perhaps, he wanders like a lost lamb and disappears into the darkness.
Without ideals, the Wright brothers would not have invented airplanes and realized the dream of human beings flying into the blue sky; If there is no ideal, it is impossible for Yuan Longping to cultivate hybrid rice and solve the problem of China with a large population and a small land; If there is no ideal, how can China have a long history of thousands of years? If there is no ideal, China will not stand up in repeated failures and recover lost ground ... Ideal is the beacon of life and the other side of life. Sometimes for it, through vicissitudes and years. China bid for the 2008 Olympic Games, dreaming of world peace and praying for the perfection of human nature. What's the difference between circle and non-circle? The next generation will continue to pursue.
When reading Lin, Yuan often felt the meaning of a word, that is "collective". The characters in this article, such as Shao Jianbo and Yang Zirong, are tight-lipped and inseparable from the collective, which can be said to be deep into the bone marrow and integrated with their own lives. Come in the wind, go in the snow, and come bit by bit under the struggle of memory. The word "collective" is believed to be known to all, and its artistic conception blends countless hearts. It seems to be a strange feature that people with strong collective thinking can break their heads and leave blood, and this will cannot be changed, and always put collective interests first.
Sima Qian, a writer in the Han Dynasty, once said: "People are inherently mortal, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather." Dying for the collective must be more important than Mount Tai, and Xiao Gaobo lives forever for this Mount Tai. Life and death, for thousands of years, some people praised some people for laughing, and some even lamented: "Life and death have a life, and wealth is in the sky." In fact, life and death are just a thin line, that is, life and no life. Some people die magnificently, while others live in a different way, and they can get the end they deserve: some people die, are reviled by the ages, and are trampled by thousands of people. Those people desperately beg for their lives, but in the end they turn to dust. Don't care too much about life and death. You will come when it's time to come and leave when it's time to go. You are worthy of your own life and your own survival in this world. Why do you cling to an idea or a future result? The scars on Guan Tianpei's body and the loopholes in Huang Jiguang's chest have explained this truth again and again.
"Lin Yuan" tells not only the struggle with bandits in the early days of the liberation war, but also a kind of wisdom, courage and beauty of human nature, which is integrated into an almost perfect image of a person, a microcosm of the world and a blue sky. Although sometimes, dark clouds block the sunshine, after a shower, the clean water is still there, pigeons fly away with wind chimes, the leaves are greener, the sky is bluer, and the sun shines on the dew. The cycle of the world is infinite, and so is beauty. Vaguely, yesterday is also today's navigation.