However, these days, when the volunteers are about to break up with them, they are deeply separated from each other. They can bear the great war and the hardships of rebuilding their homes, but they can't bear such a heavy separation. The same is true of volunteers. In the eight years away from the motherland, they always think about and miss the motherland. However, once they leave the people who once forged the friendship of life and death, they are infinitely attached.
What do you use to express your ideas? What do soldiers have? They only have a pair of calloused hands and a sincere heart. In this limited moment before parting, I saw that they were busy day and night. Comrades of the People's Army are about to take over defense. They painted the barracks again and again, even if there were a few mud spots on the wall, and even a kettle should be polished. In order to beautify the camp, they simply became the legendary goddess of refining stones and mending the sky. They climbed from Dongshan to Xishan and ran from Beiling to Nanling. They collected red stone, white stone, yellow stone and green stone, and dug up the green velvet with moss, put lace around each house, and built flower beds for each yard, saying that they were flower beds, but they were actually colored paintings embroidered on the ground. There are dragons, phoenixes, lions and tigers, white rabbits and butterflies, violets in the water, red berries in the snow, Tiananmen Square and Peony Peak surrounded by white clouds. If you look carefully, you will see the painstaking efforts of the soldiers: they soaked red paint with flashlights to make the eyes of a small white rabbit; Cut off the bottle mouth, inlaid with porcelain bowls, and made spots on the wings of butterflies; Even in that gargle pool, a red sun, a rooster and a greeting of "good morning" were built. Just like the soldier's poem said, "Gardens and roads are splendid, and flowers are like sitting in an embroidered building." Every flower and leaf here is filled with the sweat and affection of the soldiers!
In addition, the soldiers also left their favorite things to their comrades in the People's Army, and in every gift room, they showed their hearts. Even though I have been in the army for many years, I have never understood so many secrets of soldiers. These gifts, which they never want to use and never show to others, have been hidden in the innermost layer of small luggage. They have been hiding for many years, travelling with them, even at the expense of their lives in from the mire. This time, in order to leave the country, for the most precious friendship, their secret was leaked. There are handkerchiefs that lovers make overnight when they break up, embroidered sock soles that they carry as soon as they join the army, porcelain bowls that have been handed down from generation to generation, embroidered purses for sisters, lovesickness cups in their bridal chambers, and belts made of red wool by their fiancee. These love things, that is, themselves, just take a look when no one is around, and then hide in a hurry. Today, however, they took them out, wrote poems on red paper and put them here. There is a pair of beautifully embroidered soles with such a poem on them:
My wife made thousands of socks and needles and sent them to the river for me when I left.
Love is like a river, flowing forever.
This sock has been in my heart and hidden in my bag for four years.
Send it to your comrades-in-arms to express your blessing. Your two hearts hope to be connected forever.
These touching gifts are hard for other soldiers to accept. Warrior Hu Mingfu and other three comrades decided to make embroidered handkerchiefs for the people's army. They had no cloth, so they pulled the wrapping paper, found pigments, dyed several bundles of colored threads, and put alkali in the dyeing process to make it never fade. The warrior who killed the enemy picked up the embroidery needle and became an embroidered woman. Embroidery, embroidery, two embroidered handkerchiefs are finally embroidered. They also wrote the following poem:
The rough hand-embroidered night deepened, embroidering one needle after another.
Needle, needle, thread and heart are integrated, and the friendship between China and North Korea is deeper than the sea.
At this limited moment, the soldiers are still thinking in many ways and doing their part for the local elders. They are thinking: which streams are difficult to pass during mountain torrents, so they set up stone bridges and slab bridges; Too far away from the river, a well will be dug next to the scattered cottages; Which wells are close to the road and have been covered? They also went door to door to see whose house was leaking, so they planted new grass; Whose stove is cracked, wipe it with plaster. They also picked up American bomb fragments, lit them, made them into sickles, cut down vines and made them into baskets, made them into small round tables with legs according to the style of North Korea, and then distributed them to Abaki and Amani in North Korea. Other ingenious soldiers also made small pistols, kaleidoscopes and small ice carts for skating for the children; Carved an old man's cane. When these experienced old people put crutches in their hands, tears welled up in their dim eyes. They feel that they have lived for several generations and have never seen such an army, making kaleidoscopes and leading crutches! They praised China and Chairman Mao for their good teaching. The hearts of these China children are simply hearts of gold, hearts of silver and hearts of crystal stone!
In Riyan, Yang De County, I saw soldiers repairing a Korean-style house. It turned out that there was a hunchbacked and widowed woman in the village, with four children, who had no house for ten years and was running around. This house was built for her. With deep love, the soldiers dyed the colonnade red, painted flowers with birds and insects under the cornices, and painted a colorful picture of the two peoples fighting side by side. It was not until the day before departure that they dried the house and used white paper. It was very lively when moving. The troops dispatched dozens of soldiers, some carrying pots and pans, some carrying wood, some carrying straw bags, and some driving piglets. Piglets lined up with drums creaking and making a lot of noise, sending the family to their new home. Then, the soldiers held hands and danced around the North Korean mother in the room. The North Korean mother fell on the soldiers' shoulders and shed tears. At this time, her old mother also came from Yang De. The gray-haired old man filled a glass of wine and held it to the political commissar's lips, saying that she had a dream last night. She said that she dreamed that a dragon fell from the sky. This dragon roamed Ran Ran in the air, disappeared, and heard the music of a school. In the music, I don't know how many volunteers came from all directions, came to my daughter and danced around her, just like the soldiers dancing around her today. She said that in the dream, her daughter lifted her skirt with her hands, and volunteers rushed to throw flowers into her arms. Those flowers look light, but when they fall, each one is heavy, which makes the skirt sink. ..... affectionate people, what a beautiful ode you have made for our army! It is conceivable that people can't leave such an army without deep attachment!
However, the date of the volunteers is still approaching day by day. North Korean elders, they can't settle down to work during the day and can't sleep quietly at night. They repeatedly asked the volunteers about their schedules in case people left quietly. As soon as they hear the sound of a car, they will open the doors and windows and look around. If any soldier comes to their house, Armani will take out a copper bowl and a copper bowl of millet, or they will hurriedly grab hot eggs from the chicken coop for the guests to eat. They also invite familiar soldiers to their homes, kill chickens, buy wine and watch you eat, as if to relax. Wenjing has 22 old mothers. They collect money, prepare food and wine, and invite dozens of soldiers to talk. That night, they poured out their feelings to the children in China. Some said, you left, just like I lost an arm; Some people say that leaving is like eating without salt; Some people say that you can carry it, and mom will send you across the Yalu River! They tore the silver off their heads with tears. Take off the wedding ring that has been worn for decades, take out the small bronze bell handed down from generation to generation when dancing, put it in the soldier's arms and put it on his finger. They also stuffed the food into the soldiers' mouths one by one, some swallowed it with tears in their eyes, and some turned their backs. They quietly spit out the dates that Armani fed into their mouths, wrapped them in paper and carefully put them in their pockets as a lifelong commemoration of the Korean mother. The soldiers said excitedly, "If the American imperialists dare to come again, even if I live to be 80 years old and have a beard of three feet, I will take my children and grandchildren to resist US aggression and aid Korea!"
The deep friendship of the Korean people is so unforgettable. Wenjing has a blind old mother. Since her daughter was taken away by the Japanese, her eyes have been blinded by tears year after year. When more than twenty soldiers went to say goodbye to her, the old mother said emotionally, "You have lived here for several years, and I have never seen your faces. I can't see who repaired the house you helped me repair. God, if I open my eyes and look at you, I will die immediately! " She patted her heart and touched the soldiers' chests: "Son, I can't see you. Let me touch you. " Yes, she touched more than twenty soldiers from head to toe.
At this farewell moment, there is almost no place that is not a poem of friendship, but a touching poem. People have created many poems to praise this rare friendship. In Chai Men, LAM Raymond, Guyang, there lived an unknown white-haired poet. I went to visit him. Speaking of the evacuation of the volunteers, the old man sighed with regret and wrote a few Chinese characters. "In the final analysis, it is the words of the people." The old man also handed me five or six self-adhesive white envelopes, all of which were written with the words "78-year-old Weng Purenjun, Dongqiao, Yangdejun, South Pyongan Province". When I opened it, it was all farewell poems for volunteers. One of them is:
Thousands of miles home, geese call March autumn.
The friendship between the two countries lasts forever.
There is another song:
The night frost is deeper than the forest tree, which can be used to bid farewell to the Ming Dynasty.
You can move the mountain city for a long time when the car is full.
At this farewell moment, the Korean people have deep feelings for the Chinese people's Volunteer Army martyrs who died in this land.
When the Jiulong River Bridge was built in Dongyang, the flowing wood was often blocked by stones. In order to get rid of the jam, young Cai jumped into the rapids, but unfortunately he was involved in the whirlpool and died. This may be the last person to die in North Korea. After the sacrifice, he was buried in the Volunteers Martyrs Cemetery. However, Dongyang people insisted on burying him in Dongyang, and chose the best Xiangyang cemetery to be reburied according to the Korean ceremony. Affectionate people, they want to let the men, women and children in Dongyang look up at Cai's grave and show Cai the Jiulong River Bridge for which he dedicated himself. The volunteers agreed to this request. On the day of relocation, all the men and women in Dongyang attended the funeral. It was an excellent weather before burial, but suddenly a dark cloud came and it rained heavily. At this time, a beautiful rainbow appeared over the cemetery. After the burial, the rainbow gradually disappeared. Later, among the residents of Li Dongyang, there was a mythical explanation that the friendship between China and North Korea moved the world, so such a beautiful rainbow appeared.
The day of parting has finally arrived, no matter how deep people feel about separation. The luggage was loaded into the car. This cart is covered with mules and horses. The cannon is in place. The people's army sentry has been changed at the entrance of the military camp. The soldiers cleaned the yard for the last time, filled the water tank, patted the dust on their bodies and packed their bags.
That night, many Korean families didn't sleep a wink, and many people still turned on the lights at three o'clock in the middle of the night. Once again, they arranged the bouquets, put the presents in the bamboo basket, and waited for the dawn when the assembly signal was about to ring. Dawn, this is the dawn of late autumn, but people have come out, wearing thin clothes. The old man is wearing a tall black hat. Women carry bamboo baskets and children. People are holding maple leaves. Even the child on his back is holding a maple leaf in his little hand. They stood by the roadside, facing the cold breeze.
The troops assembled. The women opened bamboo baskets and distributed gifts. The children climbed onto the cannon and put the red leaves on the muzzle. The little jeep was also wrapped in countless colored paper strips and a string of paper flowers. Armani, the children and girls didn't cry when they did these things. The soldiers told them not to cry last night. In order not to make volunteers sad, the village cadres also told them not to cry. They were obedient, they really stopped, and they didn't cry when they did these things.
The departure number rang. The soldiers picked up their backpacks and guns and went to the crowds on both sides of the street to see them off. "Long live" sounded, the flaming maple leaves rose, and the children struggled to pull back the raindrops of paper scraps and cheered: "Glory-Hista!" "Glory-ISDA!" The footsteps of volunteers moved and people's eyes were wet, but everyone endured and tried to shout slogans, but they still didn't cry. However, when the soldiers held the old mother's hand, they shouted "goodbye, Armani!" " "I don't know which old mother couldn't help it. She held the soldier's hand and was the first to cry. Then the girls and children cried, then the men's silent tears and low sobs. At this time, the soldiers are marching in the tears of the Korean people. This is not a person crying. This is all the Korean people holding their relatives and friends with sincerity!
A tear of mine can't stop dripping in these thousand lines of tears. Oh, dear and respectable Korean people! You are so strong in the war! The enemy turned your town into ruins and you didn't cry; The enemy burned your home to ashes and you didn't cry; You didn't cry when the enemy killed your relatives; The enemy tied you to a tree, burned you, roasted you to death, and you didn't cry; You are such a hard bow that you can't even pull it, indestructible King Kong! But today, when your comrade-in-arms soldier China was leaving you, you shed so many tears! It seems that everyone of you is treated as a strong and sentimental person!
Dear respectable people, please put away your tears! Your tears have been pouring down like this, and your land is wet. I know you regret the blood of the soldiers in China and the little work of the soldiers in China. Your tears today are the highest praise for the soldiers in China and the greatest glory for the soldiers in China! I know that every drop in this rain of tears is not an ordinary tear, but a pearl of friendship that is hard to buy!
In the tears of farewell, all the soldiers in China are crying. An hour has passed, and they haven't walked out of Erli Road. At this time, in the crowd who saw me off, I don't know who shouted: "Don't cry, put on their backpacks!" " "It's like people suddenly wake up, turn around, wipe away tears and grab soldiers' backpacks. The children also grabbed backpacks and carried them on their shoulders. The women held their robbed backpacks high above their heads and floated beside the soldiers. At this time, regardless of rank, soldiers and civilians, regardless of gender, staggered and colorful, holding each other, talking and walking. What kind of team is this? Maybe it is not like a team, but it is the most powerful team in the world, and it is a stream of great friendship that is heart to heart and shoulder to shoulder! This huge stream, traveling, crossed the rivers and mountains. They marched in the flaming Shan Ye in Fenglin and in the socialist East. ...