Chapter 8 Panmunjom

April 20th is Grain Rain, and it has been half a month since the Qingming Festival when "passers-by on the road want to die".However, along the way, the "soul" of every Chinese has been hooked.Everyone talked and laughed, some fell asleep, and some were in a daze. In fact, they were all just covering up and appreciating the complicated feeling deep in their hearts.Panmunjom, a small mountain village that once made 600 million Chinese proud, is about to enter our field of vision.The luxury bus approached the "38th Line" 1 kilometer by 1 kilometer.I silently recited a line in a cross talk: "Come and buy, come and see, take a look at my pure wool yarn, whether it is the 38th line of the Korean Peninsula, or Wang Zhangjiang Yao Wu Faxian, it is not as good as mine. Pure wool!" The 38th parallel, the place where the arrogant Americans sat down honestly for the first time, is far away.However, we went to this line through the defense zone of the "United Nations Army", which seems to contain some historical irony.A mass of thoughts is really "cutting constantly, and the arrangement is still chaotic", so I don't want to cut and arrange it at all. I will talk about it after reading it. It may take decades to digest it.

Everyone was excited when they saw the barbed wire.However, the tense atmosphere that has been expected has never come.Although it is a series of checkpoints and inspections, it is no different from performing the procedures of going to the park by subway.The South Korean soldiers are still full of milk, and they look like student soldiers. I can deal with two by myself.The Western soldiers ate fat and tender one by one, as if they were on vacation in Hawaii.I blurted out: "The army is so disorganized, wouldn't it be ruined if an attack from the north comes over?" Then I recited a few lines of Lu You's poem: "For fifteen years under the Herong Dynasty, the general will not fight. The stable horses are fat and the bows are broken..." However, after thinking about it, don't you think I don't like this beautiful and peaceful scene?Shouldn't the people in the north and south of the dividing line have turned their swords into hoes, singing and dancing on the 38th parallel?

Finally stepped on that line.Standing on the octagonal pavilion and looking at it, the South Korean soldiers put on a very "mighty" majestic posture: wearing a steel helmet, wearing sunglasses, standing with their feet spread out in a "big" shape, with their fists clenched and stretched obliquely on both sides of the body, the whole person It's like the word "boundary" of a world.I don't know who designed this posture, but it is really beautiful, and it can be used as a living commentary on the idiom "show off your might".Like everyone else, I took pictures with these soldiers, but I always felt that there was more acting and exaggeration in it.Therefore, I felt that these soldiers were quite kind, as if they were my students or brothers.I really wanted to play a little joke with them, but I was afraid of interfering with their work, because I knew that it would be harder for them to "plant" there like that, than the guards of the national flag class in Tiananmen Square, China.

Looking up at the opposite side, there is only a gray flat-roofed building in the north. On the high steps in front of the door stands a soldier wearing a 15-year-old cap with a large brim.The soldier had a calm demeanor, without anger or prestige, there was no tension in his body, but there was no relaxation in it either. To use a word from a martial arts novel, it is called "Yuan stops Yue Zhi".He is alone, overlooking all the people here, behind him are the rolling mountains and the distant blue sky. After seeing the "Bridge of No Return" for the repatriation of prisoners of war and North Korea's 160-meter-high world's largest national flag, we boarded the car and returned.In the souvenir book of the visit, I wrote: "Human Scars".I often feel that, no matter the south or the north, there is a kind of "injustice".At this moment, I can somewhat understand this kind of "injustice". How can a nation that has been cut off at the waist be "peaceful"?

Surrounded by the heat at noon, a cool breeze suddenly blows past.I realized that it was the wind blowing from the north.Air is unstoppable by any boundary, just like the longing for freedom and longing for loved ones. (This article was published on newspaper websites in China and South Korea, and was broadcast by the British BBC radio station. The response was very good.)