Re-walking the Long March
——Commemorating the 70th anniversary of the victory of the Red Army’s Long March
●Singing has dreams
We set off from Ruijin
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Starting from that spring of 1934
The rumbling sounds of gunfire still seemed to echo in the dense forests of the years
On the rugged mountain road, we looked for the The footprints left by a team wearing straw sandals
The thick smoke of gunpowder permeates the depths of our memories
The Soviet flag is fluttering in the wind with a sickle and The brilliance of the collision of hammers
Spreading into the history of the Chinese revolution
Walking on the long Long March
We are breathing the air of more than 70 years ago
We feel the wind and rain of more than 70 years ago
We listen to the stories of more than 70 years ago
Every step we take seems to be stepping on the steps left by the heroic Red Army soldiers. In the series of footprints
Those grasslands continue to extend under our feet
Extending a kind of tenacity and perseverance
Those mountain peaks look up to us Standing majestically in the middle
Standing are the shadows of Red Army soldiers
Caressing the iron cables of Luding Bridge, we seem to hold the history of more than 70 years ago tightly.
On the shore of the Jinsha River, who is humming the folk song "Ten Sends the Red Army to the Red Army" affectionately?
Standing under the sky of Zunyi, our wings of memory stretch out in the blue sky High in the sky
Listening to the sound of small bamboo boards, we are reminded of the tenacity and straightness of Jinggang green bamboo
The blooms of Shandandan are bright red, and the bright red is the spark of a prairie fire
What is winding in the five mountains is a heroic life
What is stirred by the golden sand and water is a swaying blood
What is cooked by belts and wild vegetables is high-spirited Fighting spirit...
We are going back to the Long March
It is to re-read a vast epic of twenty-five thousand miles
We know that seven hundred and twenty The thrilling days and nights are hidden in this epic
The hardships and dangers of tens of thousands of pairs of straw sandals are hidden in this epic
The strategizing and turning the tide of thousands of rivers and mountains are also hidden in this epic In this epic
This epic is itself a masterpiece that has never been seen before or since
Poetry to Commemorate the 70th Anniversary of the Long March: Out of the Grass
一The story of a soldier of the Second Red Front Army
Farewell to the snow-capped mountains of "Weng Na",
walking out of the stone-built Tibetan Building in Ganzi City.
On the boundless wasteland,
The red flag leads the iron stream heading north. (Note 1)
Across hundreds of miles,
the ancient plains are vast and vast,
black cement swamps,
big grassy beaches
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Sometimes the heat is steaming,
Sometimes there is thick fog,
Sometimes hail comes,
Sometimes it rains heavily.
The supplies were extremely scarce,
hungry all day long,
the clothes were ragged, and
it was difficult to cover up the bone-crushing dampness and cold.
The harsh environment,
even the flying birds are unwilling to stay,
the endless hardships,
but they cannot stop it,
A torrent with an iron will.
Without food,
chewing grass roots and tree bark.
A piece of cowhide leather,
has also become
the hope of saving one’s life.
"Stepping out of the grassland,
is victory!"
Simple and persevering words,
inspired every Red Army soldier. (Note 2)
…………
The retreating team,
gradually disappeared from sight.
The little warrior staggering forward,
still working tirelessly.
It was still the day after the expedition,
The strong wind was wrapped in hail,
Hunger was accompanied by exhaustion,
The disease was dancing wantonly,
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Knock down this little warrior from western Ganxi.
Lying on his side on the carpet,
The little warrior was exhausted,
Facing north,
He murmured...
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"Get out of the grass...
Get out of the grass...!"
Exhausting his remaining strength,
He lifted up his weak body .
Toward the north,
He seemed to see the glow.
In the glow,
a horse was riding close to him.
“Little brother,
don’t panic,
mount on the horse and shoulder the gun,
The great difficulties will not scare you.
Red Army soldiers must be strong!”
Still that kind and friendly face,
Still that strong and familiar Xiang tone,
It’s really Political Commissar Ren Bishi...
Another beautiful auspicious cloud of seven colors was sent? (Note 3)
A few months ago,
encountered a stubborn enemy on the banks of the Pudu River.
During the fierce battle,
the young soldier was wounded and disabled. . (Note 4)
There is a severe shortage of medicines,
The wounds are suppurating
The fever has not subsided for several days,
I have no choice but to fall behind and move to the battle.
I met the political commissar Ren Bishi by chance,
asked for comfort and let him ride.
Care and care all the way,
Class feelings are stronger than brothers.
It is the hardships and hardships that
forge the will of the Red Army like steel.
Relying on the unity of officers and soldiers,
gathers invincible strength.
Beautiful visions,
reflecting the boundless passion of the little warrior,
lofty ideals,
confirming his belief in victory. ,
Standing up again,
The little warrior mustered up his courage,
staggered, and
slowly moved his body forward.
The lead curtain hangs low,
except for the howling north wind,
the desert is empty,
only the lonely figure of the little warrior .
The early wind stirred up the flying snow,
entangled the stubborn warriors,
like dancing silver snakes,
about to conquer Devoured by all things.
The ferocious monster,
is free for you to do whatever you want.
The heroic Red Army,
never retreat even half a step.
Clenched his teeth,
blood oozed from the corners of his mouth,
Fighted hard,
without the slightest hint of timidity.
Fight,
Never tremble in front of the devil,
Fight,
Must walk out of the grass alive!
Another day passed,
Tiredness made the pain more severe.
Just as dusk fell,
his eyes went dark, and
the little warrior fainted again.
.........
In a trance,
inexplicable force held both hands,
misty,
He seemed to be swimming through floating clouds.
No color,
except black and white,
no sound,
quiet as death.
Next to me,
fish and birds flashed from time to time,
a few hares chased the fox and played,
how strange The world,
everything is completely upside down.
The floating clouds swim,
sometimes fast and sometimes slow down,
in the clouds,
a bright halo dances faintly.
Gradually approaching,
the rings of light are connected into one piece,
in the center of the light,
are shining with brilliant star clusters .
Suddenly,
his eyes lit up -
That was not a star cluster,
that was an octagonal military cap,
Commanders made of iron, plastic and steel.
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Pudu River
Good comrades who died heroically,
Snowy mountain top
Sliding down the cliff Brothers,
Jinsha River
Party representatives who shed their blood,
Enemy-occupied areas
The old Chairman of the Rural Soviet who died heroically .
And...
And... (Note 5)
Everyone seems familiar,
Everyone is still unfamiliar,
Everyone has a determined look,
Everyone is iron-clad.
Big tears rolled down his cheeks
Uncontrollable grief and anger
burned in his chest A blazing fire.
Good comrades, good brothers,
Where are you now?
Pounce forward,
The little warrior wants to merge with the starlight.
…………
“Little Comrade! Little Comrade!”
The gentle voice sounded in my ears again,
Like a loving mother,
calling to her young children.
Open your eyes,
see the colorful world again,
look around,
surrounded by three eldest sisters of the Red Army.
The eldest sister smiled,
the smile was so genuine,
holding up the wooden bowl,
the wooden bowl contained some tsampa .
The little soldier cried,
crying so emotionally,
pushed the wooden bowl away,
his expression was extremely calm.
"Don't bother,
give up on me,
save food,
you will definitely be able to get out of the grassland!"
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"Get out of the grass!
We are Red Army soldiers,
Get out of the grass!
We are class brothers,
As long as there is still breath,
I will never abandon you."
The three elder sisters,
forced the little soldier to swallow the dough,
Linking arms to support each other,
They set out on their journey north again.
A few days passed,
the four strong warriors,
finally caught up with the main force of the Red Army,
under the red flag,
They went from victory to victory.
Note 1: The Second and Sixth Red Army Corps set out from the Hunan, Hubei, Sichuan and Guizhou base areas to start the Long March in November 1935. In April 1936, the Sixth Red Army Army, as the right wing, crossed the urn. Shui and Napo are two snow-capped mountains. In July, the Second Red Army Corps and the Fourth Red Front Army on the left joined Ganzi and formed the Second Red Front Army in accordance with the orders of the Party Central Committee. After that, the Fourth Red Front Army and the Second Red Front Army formed two echelons, heading north from Ganzi into the grassland and heading towards Hadapu Town in Min County, Gansu Province.
Note 2: "Stepping out of the grassland means victory!" is the slogan put forward by the Red Second Front Army to the entire army.
Note 3: Comrade Ren Bishi was the political commissar of the Second Red Army Corps at the time, and together with Comrade He Long commanded the Second and Sixth Red Army Corps.
Note 4: The Pudu River is more than a hundred miles north of Kunming. During the Long March, the Second and Sixth Army of the Red Army originally planned to cross here to the west to escape the enemy's pursuit. Unexpectedly, they were blocked by the Yunnan Army and their westward crossing was blocked. , and then turned southward.
Note 5: In 1966, the author followed my father back to his hometown in Jiangxi. In the empty hall of the Red Army Martyrs Memorial Hall in Nanchang, I witnessed my father crying while flipping through a thick roster recording the Red Army martyrs in his hometown. At that time, the author, who was still a young man, had no personal experience of the war years, but his soul was deeply shocked by this scene.
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