Tears spread all over the earth,
We suffered from hard labor,
But one day ...
The chorus was conducted by Thalia Lagujinna of the tobacco factory. Her red cloth headscarf leans slightly to one side, and her eyes look like a naughty boy. No one has ever been able to look at these eyes carefully. Thalia's laughter is very infectious. The 18-year-old woman worker with a cigarette case is full of youthful enthusiasm, staring at the world. When her hand was lifted up, the lead singer's song sounded like a brass horn:
Sing, let the song spread all over the world-
Our flag fluttered all over the world,
It burned, emitting brilliant light,
It was our blood, red as fire ...
The rain was as thin and dense as a sieve. The cold rain seeped into the clothes. Rain also washed away the fruits of people's labor, and mud dripped down from the roadbed like thick porridge.
The wet clothes are heavy and cold, but people don't leave the construction site until it is dark.
The roadbed being built is getting longer and longer day by day, reaching deep into the dense forest.
not far from the station, there is an empty shelf of a stone house, standing there forlornly. Everything in it, which can be pried down, dismantled and smashed, has long been looted. Doors and windows have become big holes with mouths open; The oven door became a black hole. The roof is also in rags, and the rafters are exposed in many places.
the only thing that didn't get robbed was the concrete floor in four rooms. Every night, 4 people lie on it and sleep in clothes soaked inside and outside and splashed with mud. Everyone twisted clothes at the door, and dirty water streamed down. They cursed the bad weather and the mud everywhere with the worst words. There is a thin layer of hay on the concrete floor, and they sleep next to each other and use their body temperatures to keep warm. The clothes are steaming, but they have never been done. The rain seeped through the sack in the window hole and dripped to the ground. Raindrops beat the residual iron sheet on the roof like dense grape-shot. Cold air keeps blowing in through the broken door.
The kitchen is a shabby shed. In the morning, everyone eats tea here and goes to the construction site. Lunch is monotonous vegetarian lentil soup and a pound and a half of bread almost as black as coal.
these are the only things that can be supplied in the city.