Chapter 22 Chapter 20 The Smiling Sun

one On the evening of October 2, Qin Zhen received a call: "Premier Zhou invites you to come to him at two o'clock in the evening, and a car will pick you up then." This unexpected appointment made him lost in thought. Is it to understand the situation on the front line?Are you asking about Dinah's whereabouts?Could it be that his two heart attacks have been reported to the Prime Minister? ... He paced up and down, restless, and managed to last till midnight.Hearing the knock on the door, he immediately jumped up, the door opened, and it was the Prime Minister's Office who sent someone to pick him up.

He put on his military cap and hurried downstairs.In the late night of October in Beijing, the Milky Way is brilliant, and the autumn wind is bleak, which is quite cool.The car turned from Dongjiaomin Lane onto Chang'an Avenue and passed in front of Tiananmen Square.He looked, but there was no one under the street lights.Beijing fell into a sound sleep after the hustle and bustle, and the surroundings were so strangely quiet that one could hear a slight rest in every window.After passing Xinhuamen, drive right into Fuyou Street.Such a long section of road, just such a solitary car, with a slight "hissing" sound of running over the road, drove into the brightly lit West Gate of Zhongnanhai.Turn north and drive along a dimly lit and dark lane until you reach the north end.Through the shadows of the trees swaying in the wind, you can see the flickering lights.The car stopped in front of the West Flower Hall, Qin Zhen got out of the car, and immediately smelled a faint fragrance of unknown flowers from the thick fresh air of the trees.Qin Zhen knew that the prime minister was at work in the middle of the night, and judging from the appointment time, the prime minister took time out of his busy schedule to meet him.Just after October 1st, he urgently came to find him, and he was very moved.He stepped on several layers of white marble steps and walked across a stone platform. The surroundings were so quiet that he couldn't help but walk lightly.When he walked into the West Flower Hall, a staff member came to greet him and whispered:

"The Prime Minister invites you to the office." He passed through the dimly lit vestibule and entered the prime minister's office.This is a not very spacious room. The desk is placed in front of the west wall, and there is a desk lamp on it. The light from the green lampshade seems to be faint green. Premier Zhou.Qin Zhen stopped suddenly.At this moment, the prime minister's profile illuminated by the light left an indelible impression on him, and his eyes under the thick eyebrows were concentrated in contemplation.He is so handsome and dignified, never tired, full of vigor, wearing only a white shirt, with the neckline slightly open, natural and unrestrained.When Premier Zhou heard the footsteps, he immediately raised his head, his eyes flashed, and he said very clearly:

"Sit down, please, and I'll be done." Then he made a gesture and invited him to sit in an armchair immediately in front of the desk. Premier Zhou was obviously correcting an important official document. He continued to shake the brush, deliberate, and write.After finishing writing, I read it again from beginning to end, then called the secretary to come in, handed the document to the secretary, and said solemnly: "Immediately report to the chairman for review." Then, the Prime Minister stretched out his left hand and pushed aside the pile of official documents spread in front of him, as if to say: I will not deal with you for the time being, and I want to specialize in an important matter.At this time, a serious expression appeared on the Prime Minister's face. He stood up, walked around the desk, walked towards Qin Zhen from the left, and held Qin Zhen's hand. Come over with kindness, warmth, uneasiness, and attention.Qin Zhen stood awkwardly. The two were very close. The Prime Minister glanced at him and said:

"Comrade Qin Zhen! I invited you here to tell you a very sad news..." Qin Zhen's whole atrium trembled violently, but he tried his best to restrain himself.The Prime Minister did not speak for a long time, and finally, he said decisively: "I believe you can bear it, Qin Zhen. This is the loss of you and our entire party. Your only daughter, the only flesh and blood, Bai Jie, she sacrificed..." The voice of the second half of the sentence was miserable, and the Prime Minister could not continue. Qin Zhen's whole body shook slightly. The prime minister seemed to be talking to himself:

"She sacrificed heroically, giving her young life at the dawn of our nation's dawn." A hot current surged from the prime minister's heart to the corners of his eyes and brows, and then quickly spread throughout his body. "In order to build a new socialist China, your family, your father, your mother... and now Bai Jie is added, you have given everything you can... On behalf of the Party Central Committee, I thank you!" This time, the Prime Minister stretched out his arms and hugged Qin Zhen. Then, he helped Qin Zhen to sit on the chair, turned around gently, and said:

"Cry! You should shed tears for such a good daughter!" Qin Zhen didn't cry.He has gone through hundreds of battles and dangers, and he has a will as firm as a stone.However, this great grief came too suddenly.Yesterday he climbed to the pinnacle of happiness, and now he fell into the abyss of pain.At this moment, there was no sound in the office, as if everyone was mourning deeply.O night, the secret and silent night! two This tragedy happened in Xiangxi thousands of miles away. In order to cut off Bai Chongxi's westward retreat, our Western Front Corps dispatched from Changde and Taoyuan on September 15th, overcoming various difficulties such as high mountains, dense streams, jagged rocks, and deserted people, and launched a massive attack to the south.Chen Wenhong and Liang Shuguang led the troops to undertake the main attack task.The Sixth Company where Mou Chunguang was located sometimes crossed mountains and ridges to break through the road;When they had to climb a dangerous mountain where people could not see and birds and animals couldn't walk, in the middle of the night, the wind and rain fell suddenly.And Mou Chunguang, the avant-garde squad, was advancing over the mountain without stopping between the dark and steep cliffs.The purple-red lightning flashed continuously, bringing a series of thunderclaps.Taking advantage of the light, Mu Chunguang raised his head to look around, but saw that the front was full of thorns half the height of a person, impenetrable and impossible to pass through.He suddenly swung the bayonet in his hand and shouted loudly: "Comrades! Overcome the thorns and thorns, and make a way out!" The wind whirled crazily, and the rain poured violently, as if this was a majestic sacred mountain. There is a heavenly soldier and general who is extremely angry because mortals want to cut down thorns, open mountains and open roads, and turn natural dangers into thoroughfares.But man!You are invincible between heaven and earth!The thorns made their hands dripping with blood. They gritted their teeth, endured the pain, and finally opened a way out of the wilderness.When the lightning flashed, people saw that Mou Chunguang leaped to the top of the highest peak, so that thousands of mountains and mountains fell under their feet.Liulian ran for hundreds of miles overnight, fought three times, and suddenly appeared at the ferry that the enemy was about to blow up. With a cry, he grabbed the ferry and severely defeated the enemy.The enemy in western Hunan collapsed across the board, and all troops fled to Zhijiang, the gateway to the three provinces of Hunan, Guangxi, and Guizhou.Zhijiang immediately became the target of our Western Front Corps.It happened to be between October 1st and 2nd that a fierce battle broke out.The artillery unit where Yue Dazhuang was located, in order to bombard the enemy, in the dark night, snatched the artillery position from the fierce mountains and mountains. They climbed the steep cliff and fastened a big rope from the top of the cliff. One grabbed the big rope and climbed up. When the morning sun fell from the sky, the muzzles of each cannon were aimed at Zhijiang City.The news of the birth of New China reached the front line at this time.As soon as Chen Wenhong and Liang Shuguang walked into the shelter of the command post, a staff officer hurried over and said out of breath, "Report to the chief, there is an important news broadcast!" They turned on the gray American military radio.Chen Wenhong, Liang Shuguang and a small group of people stood there holding their breath, and the broadcast of the Central Radio Station, the voice of uncontrollable happiness and joy, reported the news of the birth of new China... Liang Shuguang excitedly grabbed Chen Wenhong hands, the hearts of the two beat together, they feel proud, because they will use the artillery of the Zhijiang front line as the echo of the Tiananmen salute.When they calmed down for a while, they heard: "The Chinese people have stood up from now on!..." Chen Wenhong, a man who never showed himself, suddenly turned around and hugged Liang Shuguang. He hugged him so tightly that Liang Shuguang's whole body ached. , yelling.Everyone in the shelter was hugging and jumping, weeping, and suddenly burst into laughter.When Liang Shuguang walked up to a young staff officer who was buried in copying the newspaper, he immediately stepped lightly, stopped Chen Wenhong, and said to the staff officer, "Attention! Don't miss a single word, immediately mimeograph and distribute a copy to each soldier..." Chen Wenhong rushed to say: "Print with red ink, hey! There must be a good title!" Liang Shuguang thought for a while and said: "Use the victory in the decisive battle of Zhijiang as a gift for the National Day!" "Good!" How heart-stirring this is happy...

Liang Shuguang suddenly pressed his lips with his finger and said a word: "quiet!" The order issued by Commander-in-Chief Zhu was broadcast on the radio: "...I extend warm congratulations and thanks to you, but now our combat mission has not been completed. The remaining enemies are still continuing to seduce foreign invaders and carry out counter-revolutionary activities against the People's Republic of China. We must continue to work hard, To realize the final goal of the people's war of liberation. I order all the commanders, fighters and workers of the Chinese People's Liberation Army to resolutely implement all orders of the Central People's Government and the great people's leader Chairman Mao, quickly wipe out the remnants of the Kuomintang reactionary army, and liberate all the land that has not yet been liberated ..."

This is a spiritual force condensed and burst out from the vast universe.When the bulletin printed in red ink was spread throughout every trench and to every soldier, it became a devastating material force. "The Chinese people have stood up since then!" Artillery soldiers shouted it fired, The infantrymen shouted it to charge. The soldiers rushed down like a river collapsing, the flames of the explosion flickered, and the burning black smoke was flying.On October 1, Zhijiang was captured in one fell swoop, and 8,654 enemies were wiped out, 6,731 were captured, 427 were killed and wounded, and 1,496 surrendered. famous victory.

However, tragedy happens in moments full of victory and joy. Our army rushed into the Zhijiang River and cut off the enemy's retreat.The enemy's spy agencies were at a loss for this sudden attack and could not transfer it, but they were bloodthirsty and stubborn, and immediately laid the final murderous blow.They originally wanted to use the important political prisoners escorted from Wuhan as capital, and at the decisive moment as an exchange condition; but when the disaster suddenly collapsed, they wanted to kill people and kill the roots, so they drove the political prisoners out of the prison.These political prisoners first saw the flash of gunfire from the darkness. Due to the stimulation of the strong light, they couldn't open their eyes, but they heard Bai Jie's shout:

"Comrades! Fellow sufferers! Our cannons are firing, they have come to rescue us, rise up and fight the executioners!  …" Fragments of the shells fell like hailstones, and the explosion shook the ground like rolling thunder.Bai Jie, the immortal Bai Jie, what a joy! —she heard the best music in her life.In an open field of ruins, they fought desperately with the spies.The brutal spy chief ran up to Bai Jie, and made a cold voice through his teeth: "Shut up! I'll make you never hear the gunfire..." Bai Jie was already in tatters, Bai Jie was skinny, and Bai Jie Jai was already weak and weak.But she sneered, and this laugh made the spy chief shiver, and his blood-red eyes widened.At this time, there was the sound of the horn of the People's Liberation Army rushing into Zhijiang.Bai Jie held her head high, smiled slightly and said, "You don't want me to hear the cannons, but I want you to hear the shouts..." This group of ragged and happy people rushed towards the enemy like a majestic mountain. Fight with enemies.The spy chief flailed his arms wildly, shouting at the top of his lungs.An explosion sounded out of nowhere, flames flew wildly, and enemy machine guns fired.Bai Jie ran forward desperately, her thin body was already like a reed in the wind, but she strode to the front of the people.She raised her head to the sky, her disheveled hair fluttered away, she stretched out her legs, puffed her chest out, and protected the fellow sufferers behind her—for tomorrow, tomorrow's happiness, tomorrow's pain, tomorrow's tears, and tomorrow's joy , She used her body to block the enemy's bullets.At this time, all the political prisoners were shouting, scrambling to be the first, and running forward.Machine gun bullets swished over like the wind, and gunpowder smoke swirled like thick fog.Some people fell down suddenly before running to the front; some people had already rushed to the front and rushed into the fire net.At this moment, people heard Bai Jie calling with her passionate but already very weak voice, but no one could hear what she was calling clearly. Bai Jie's chest was pierced in several places, bleeding profusely, she struggled, she wanted to stand up, but her body was shaking violently... When Chen Wenhong led the soldiers to the ruins, he suddenly caught sight of Bai Jie. "Bai-jie!..." When Bai Jie turned her head and saw Chen Wenhong, her eyes became so bright. Chen Wenhong ran up, and she tried hard to say a word to him, but the fire of her life was extinguished, leaving only a smile on her face. Dong Tiannian drove up in a jeep, and as soon as he got out of the car, he staggered towards a large pile of martyrs' corpses.He saw Chen Wenhong kneeling on one leg, holding Bai Jie in his arms. Chen Wenhong put Bai Jie down and stood up without making a sound. Dong Tiannian walked over and hugged Chen Wenhong, screaming deeply: "I'm one step late! I'm one step late!" No, Chen Wenhong was not late, Liang Shuguang was not late, Dong Tiannian was not late, and neither was history.However, no matter which door you open, there will always be blood and tears... Liang Shuguang took out a letter left by Qin Zhen from his pocket and handed it to Chen Wenhong. The letter read: Dong Tiannian burst into tears, weeping uncontrollably, he couldn't stand up anymore.Liang Shuguang and Chen Wenhong rushed forward and supported him. In the middle of the night, the lights of the Prime Minister's Office in Xihua Hall are quiet and warm. A person's heart is not big in terms of volume, but it is wider than the universe and deeper than the earth.It can hold so much unbearable pain, and yet radiate such great endurance.Qin Zhen endured a huge stimulus, but he was able to pull himself out. Zhou Enlai sat behind the desk in silence for a long time. He seemed to give Qin Zhen some time on purpose to calm him down.The light from the desk lamp illuminates the two people who are separated by a table and very close to each other.Zhou Enlai glanced at Qin Zhen by chance. He found that Qin Zhen became calmer after a while. Finally, he slowly lowered his voice and said: "This is Dong Tiannian's telegram, please read it!" "No, Prime Minister, I won't read it." "Comrade Qin Zhen! Bai Jie's sacrifice made me extremely sad..." The prime minister's hands were shaking as he gripped the armrests of the chair. Qin Zhen felt a pain in his heart. He found that the Prime Minister suddenly became so haggard and weak, not like yesterday in Tiananmen Square or in Huairen Hall the day before yesterday. His blue-shaven cheeks seemed to have lost weight a lot.Qin Zhen felt the torment in the prime minister's heart, and he was very disturbed by it.Prime Minister!You are too tired, he wants to say goodbye to the Prime Minister, go back and slowly pass the pain by himself.But as soon as he stood up, the Prime Minister immediately cast an electric glance at him, which meant: I can't let you go, I want to spend a difficult time with you... So Qin Zhen retreated to the chair and sat down Down.The Prime Minister stood up, folded his arms across his chest, tapped his left arm lightly with the fingers of his right hand, and was meditating.Then, he started to walk slowly, his steps were slow and heavy, as if his thoughts were getting deeper and deeper.After walking back and forth a few times, as if he had suddenly made up his mind, he walked quickly to the chair and sat down.The prime minister's face was once again within the bright circle of the desk lamp. At this moment, his expression was full of love, and he wanted to confide his inner tenderness to others.He didn't look at Qin Zhen any more, and focused his eyes on the table, as if saying: ——I'm not telling you, I just think so... He slowly put his hands together and squeezed them, and then squeezed the palms of both hands together. Shu Kai caressed on the desktop: "Bai Jie sacrificed, you lost a good daughter, and I also lost a good daughter. I saw her a few times in Chongqing and once in Nanjing... I said: You won't see you for a while If you have any troubles, please come to me, as long as I can do it, I will do it. However, she left a deep impression on me, she Never once did she ask for anything for herself, she always smiled like a child." "During those days when she was facing an abyss and walking on thin ice, she never said a difficult word. At the critical juncture, she completed several tasks that were difficult for others to complete. She has been conscientious and loyal for ten years. The revolution was successful. But she was unknown." "She loves Chen Wenhong, but I locked her in a room and forced her to write even that letter..." The prime minister was speechless for a long time, and then asked Qin Zhen: "How do you feel about participating in the founding of New China?" "We have passed a threshold, not just from war to construction, but a whole century. However, I know this threshold is not easy!" "Yes, you are right. Many of our comrades do not think deeply when they are happy. Today, every bit of victory, every bit of joy is condensed with the blood and lives of countless people! Only from the Great Revolution of 1927 Counting failures, how many unknown comrades... our new China was built on their flesh and blood. Whoever forgets this is a betrayal." His eyes sparkled brightly. "Before the retreat in 1946, I met Bai Jie. Who knew that meeting was a farewell forever." She saw a pot of Yuhua stones on my desk, she looked at me in surprise and said: "'Uncle Zhou, I heard that you don't put on small decorations.'" "I corrected her: 'This is not a small decoration, this is a Yuhua stone. It was picked up from the Yuhuatai where our martyrs were massacred. Don't look at these small stones, which condense the souls of thousands of martyrs.' She was very Quickly realized it, picked a piece of bright red from the basin and said: "There is blood in it, uncle! Give me this piece, I hope my blood can also stain the country red."" "'No, you should live, you young generation should live well. For the ideal tomorrow, tomorrow belongs to you, we should say: See you tomorrow!'" "'Okay, I'll see you then when I win!' Her last impression was one of optimism..." Zhou Enlai raised his thick eyebrows, he was trying to get rid of his miserable state of mind.He raised his right hand and made a downward chopping gesture, as if to say: Let's stop talking about this, let's change to a new topic!He straightened his back in the chair and said: "History is sometimes turned upside down like this. From Bai Jie's sacrifice, now it is the young people who leave the way, and let us old people finish it." At this point, he smiled happily, and suddenly leaned his upper body over the table, approaching Qin Zhen's face and said: "I invite you to come, and I have to discuss with you how we will go this way!" Qin Zhen's thoughts and feelings are like the Yangtze River flowing forward.He realized that the previous conversation was over, but he didn't quite understand the meaning of the Prime Minister's last sentence. The Prime Minister said: "The troops are making rapid progress, and the traffic in the newly liberated areas is very chaotic. The central government has decided that you should go to the construction front to make a fuss!" "Prime Minister! Let me fight the war, it's hard to change this." "Yes, I talked to a few people, all with the same tone. But didn't you just say that you will cross the threshold? This metaphor is very vivid and vivid. Our new country is born, and we have to shoulder the heavy responsibility. But now, Scars are everywhere, hunger is everywhere, and hundreds of millions of people are waiting to be fed. Can we not hear or see?! Qin Zhen! This is another battlefield, and I will send you to this battlefield." Under the spotlight, the two had an intimate conversation. Grief and pain flashed across Qin Zhen's heart, and a new realm, a new realm opened before his eyes.Zhou Enlai's voice was hoarse and deep, which instantly made people feel that the burden on his shoulders was very heavy.Qin Zhen was moved by the Prime Minister, he was encouraged by the new call to battle, and he became excited.The flush returned to his cheeks, and the quick smile flashed into his eyes again.Zhou Enlai rested his right hand on his chin. "To build a country, we need manpower. Not a few, dozens, or hundreds, but tens of thousands. Where can we find them?" Zhou Enlai has a kind of charm. He is very good at pushing people away in calm conversation. on a fairway.Gaining solace from Qin Zhen's reaction, he quickly said something like this: "The railway is the lifeblood of the country. If it doesn't jump, the country will be at a dead end. Did you see the foreign news? It said : The CCP has won military victory, but they will be overwhelmed economically! Listen, these foreign teachers are teaching us again. What should we do? The questions they ask are gloating, but our answers It should make them sigh!" Zhou Enlai laughed.This solemn and deep Zhongnanhai night, this smile full of pride and ambition. "Let them watch from across the ocean! One day, we will build a model, and we will ask them to teach us! ... Prejudice! Prejudice! The prejudice formed over hundreds of years always thinks that Easterners are ignorant. But, There are plenty of intelligence and ingenuity among the people, if history gives the first answer, reality will give the second answer.” Qin Zhen no longer flinched, he hoped to know what he was asked to do soon. "Let you catch the traffic, no official, no job, entrusted by the Government Affairs Council, contact me directly." "This……" Zhou Enlai cut off his words, his cheeks quivered. "Didn't you direct the south crossing this time?" "Hey, Prime Minister, the loaches in Xiaohegou can't stand the ups and downs!" "You go and try it out, straighten it out first, and build the two routes of Pinghan and Jinpu." The Prime Minister stood up, and apparently the question was so decided.However, when the Prime Minister escorted Qin Zhen out, he asked again: "Xiao Ding (I'm not young anymore, she has silver hairs on her temples. But she was Xiao Ding when she participated in the revolution, and the old comrades are used to calling it, so it's not easy to change this kid). How about it? In spring, she and Sister Cai I met once when I came to participate in the National Women's Congress. Do you think she can bear this heavy blow? A mother has a different heart, let alone the only daughter, are you going to Harbin?" "No, Shingo is strong. I believe she can bear it, and she will know how to deal with it. Prime Minister! I see nothing to do, so let's get on the horse immediately!" Zhou Enlai admired Qin Zhen's style very much, so he said: "Also." "I only have one request. I have to go back to the army and explain it. As a father, I want to take a look at Bai Jie's grave. Maybe I'm too emotional!" "We Communists are sentimental rather than ruthless. Didn't Lu Xun have a poem: 'Ruthless may not be a real hero'!" Zhou Enlai kept sending Qin Zhen out of the West Flower Hall.When looking up to the sky, the silver man is already dim, and the morning light is just coming up.Zhou Enlai kept sending Qin Zhen into the car, raised his right arm, and said goodbye earnestly. Four In the afternoon, when Ding Zhenwu came home from get off work from medical school, he received a letter from Qin Zhen. Since she had a miscarriage on the grass, she has been relatively weak. She dragged her exhausted body to her home in an alley near Nangang Lamatai.It is early winter in Harbin in October, and the setting sun stretches her figure very long.She is small and thin, and because of the premature graying of her hair, she is in her late forties, and at first glance she looks like she is in her fifties.On her well-defined face, her features are delicate and heroic.However, today, the party committee has been open for too long, and she, the dean and secretary of the party committee, really feels very tired.She walked into the Russian-style bungalow with red walls and green roofs, opened the door, walked into the hall with creaking floors, walked through a small corridor, and walked into her own studio.She took off her military cap, and took off the gray cloth military bag from her shoulders, and hung them together on the hanger.How she wanted to throw her body into the soft black leather couch, to lean on and have a rest!At this moment, she saw a letter on the table, and she knew it was from Qin Zhen as soon as she glanced.The couple have a deep relationship, and they always have a heart-to-heart relationship and express their feelings in words.She immediately rushed to the table with small quick steps, grabbed the letter, tore open the envelope, and took out the letter paper... Her face suddenly paled. Her thin body trembled. She gripped the letter paper tightly with both hands, and the letter paper made a trembling sound. She read it through: She couldn't hold it any longer, she leaned over and almost fainted, and quickly reached out to grab the back of the chair, and then leaned on the wall covered with purple printed paper, and walked towards a wooden chair under the window with heavy steps. She sat blankly on the wooden chair, her eyes fixed on the front. She tried to move, but couldn't. She tried to hum, but couldn't make a sound. The shadows of dry trees move slowly on the glass window, so lonely and desolate. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly stood up and muttered to herself: "I don't believe it...it's impossible...I don't believe it." That voice is horrible.She is a mother, and she will always be infatuated with her daughter. She firmly believes that one day she will see her daughter, hug her daughter, kiss her all over, and give her the most true and greatest tenderness in the world, along with her own life, completely to her daughter. For so many years, she has supported herself with this infatuated belief. During her conversation with Qin Zhen, she occasionally expressed her deep guilt towards her daughter.She doesn't regret it, but she feels that she has given her daughter too little.However, this outpouring of maternal love often didn't get her husband's attention, and she didn't say much about it.Because she knew that her father loved her daughter sincerely and deeply, and she didn't want to cause him pain.What's more, in the frequent wars, the time of separation is long and the time of meeting is short, how can she let her husband fight with sorrow, if that is the case, she will have no way of living.So, in so many sleepless nights, she alone bears the sad suspense.Only motherhood, great motherhood, can sacrifice itself so long and silently.And now, suddenly, it seemed as if a palace in her soul collapsed, cracked, and shattered... At this time, she was like a drowning man holding on to a reed—she knew it was hopeless, but she was not willing to let hope So disillusioned.She turned on the desk lamp again, clutching the letter paper tightly.The light illuminated her at once, and her pale cheeks glowed orange—she had a fever! ...Her eyes were burning anxiously, trying to find a little bit more between the lines, even a little bit...but what she got was greater loss and greater grief. As she read the words in the letter, she saw Qin Zhen's expectant eyes. "Oh! Where are they? Where are Doctor Yan and Yuanyuan?" She asked the civil servant, and the civil servant told her that they had just got off the train and were eating in a restaurant. She turned around peacefully, her eyes resting on an oil painting of a stormy sea.Look at the sea, blue and white, spinning and flying, the waves smashed on the reef, stirring up thousands of snow piles and thousands of white clouds.Yes, she is in this swirling sea. Before she knew it, she bit her teeth until her lips turned white. For some reason, she turned off the lamp again. The twilight permeates the whole room through the glass windows, dark blue, lavender, gray and black.There are still a few desolate yellow leaves hanging on the white poplar branches outside the window.Church bells sounded in the distance.Her heart trembled with the trembling of the yellow leaves, and the sinking of the bell.A dying wailing of a cricket was revealed in the grass, as if to say: Winter is here! ... I will die! What does it mean? Winter, no, we are in spring.October 1st was the true spring of our great age, but she died when spring came.How pitiful!My child... When Ding Zhenwu realized that there was no hope at all, she saw Zhenzhen.Zhenzhen stood in front of her, as if she was about to open her mouth to call her mother.Ding Zhenwu wept bitterly. She walked through the hazy darkness to the big black sofa in front of the fireplace. She sat down on a corner of the sofa, tears streaming down her face, and fell into deep thought. Thinking is faster than the speed of light and sound. She thought about her daughter's life. The daughter's life is also the mother's life. No matter how far away or how long, the lives of mother and daughter are always glued together. During the Northern Expedition, Ding Zhenwu walked with Zhenzhen's hand, and when he was tired, he carried her on his back, and she slept on her mother's back.Xiaozhen is really a smart and lovely child. During her adult revolutionary career, she has developed a special character.She doesn't know how to act like a baby, and she doesn't want to cry. She cares about her mother like a little adult.Sometimes due to work tension, it is too late to go home, so I really sit quietly on the small bamboo chair and wait for my mother.The child loves this little bamboo chair, it is as shiny as yellow agate, but she has no toys other than this little bamboo chair.Ding Zhenwu stepped into the door with a feeling of guilt, and before he could speak, he heard the child say: "Mom! I'm not hungry, you are tired, you should rest for a while!" How many times, the mother hugged the child tightly in her arms , shed tears: "Xiaozhen! Xiaozhen! Mom is sorry for you!" Zhenzhen held a little finger in his mouth, stared at his black eyes and said: "Mom has a job, I know, mom has a job." Ding Zhenwu cried even more incredible.Because she really felt that too little was given to her children.It is this kind of dependent life that makes her daughter hope for warmth and happiness more enthusiastically, but Zhenzhen has never raised her extravagant expectations for children.The little girl is delicate, and her mother brought back a few pieces of red and green paper by chance, and she held the scissors in her little hands, cutting, cutting, not knowing what she was cutting.Maybe it's the paradise in her dreams?And when my mother came back, she was often found lying on the table fast asleep.Of course, the lack of life does not mean the lack of happiness. The mother's blood nourishes the beautiful flowers. Everyone said: "Xiaozhen is so cute." "Xiaozhen is so beautiful." At that time, the mother's heart was full of happiness. happiness. Now it seems that Xiao Zhenzhen's childhood was also the golden age of his parents.No, the golden age of their family should have been when they were reunited in Yan'an, and Xiaozhen's love for his father seemed to be awakened at that time.Hey, no, the golden age should also be said to be the time of the Great Revolution.Yes, at that time, Qin Zhen and Zhenwu reunited with their parents and had a happy family.Little True loves Grandpa and Grandma more than Father and Mother.Because Qin Zhen and Zhenwu were busy running around day and night, sometimes there was no one in sight for ten and a half months.Grandfather Qin Zhou and grandmother Chen Xuefei have suffered many ups and downs and gone through vicissitudes. The two old people devote all their love to their little granddaughter.Xiao Zhenzhen became a stream of love to soothe the elderly. The stream shone brightly, and the sound of Ding Dong became the source of laughter for the family.But how short this happy time is!Seeing the white terror coming, the wind rose and the rain fell, Qin Zhou and Chen Xuefei were assassinated to death one after another.At the memorial service for her grandmother, Xiao Zhenzhen's face was pale and blue, she stared at her two big eyes, clenched her fists and said: "I want revenge! I want revenge!" Things took a turn for the worse. At that time, Zhenzhen was still young, so he broke up with his parents and was fostered at the home of Mr. Bai, a senior friend.From then on, Xiao Zhenzhen changed her name to Bai Jie and became Grandpa Bai's beloved granddaughter.Since then, it has been ten years since the separation of the flesh and blood! ... Vice Chairman Zhou is very concerned about Bai Jie's growth. Revolutionary flesh and blood must have a revolutionary soul!On the one hand, considering Mr. Bai's situation, on the other hand, it is beneficial to carry out underground work under the cover of Mr. Bai in the future. In 1937, she was sent to Yan'an to study.This matter is strictly confidential.Under such circumstances, of course, the relationship between their father and daughter, mother and daughter cannot be made public, and they can only meet secretly while avoiding human eyes.When Zhenwu saw her daughter grow up, she hardly recognized her at first. When she found the little red mole on her face, she hugged her tightly and burst into tears.Instead, the daughter said: "Mom, you shouldn't cry, you should laugh, look, I'm happy, how happy I am..." For ten years, Zhenzhen grew up, and she shook her short black shiny hair, wearing ill-fitting She is wearing a loose gray military uniform, but her whole body is full of beautiful youthful brilliance.Mother laughed through tears, and father laughed through tears.Yan'an is a place full of sweetness and joy.Zhenzhen often sneaks to her mother at night.The mother and daughter slept together on the same bed, staying up all night, talking quietly.It was a lingering and pleasant time, with the smell of earth in the earthen kiln in summer and warmth in the charcoal basin in winter.All of these are more beautiful than flowers and butterflies... Zhenzhen's hair has grown long. She imitated the style popular among girls in Yan'an at that time, and combed two long black and shiny braids.With her slender waist, fair and tender face, and watery eyes, my mother loved her so much when she saw her, hugged her, kissed her, and said repeatedly: "Really, you are so beautiful...you have grown up!" Yes , She is like a small rose, bathed in golden sunlight, breathing in fresh air, absorbing moisture, and gently swaying in the breeze.If it is said that Ding Zhenwu's mother's love had already begun when the baby was born, Qin Zhen's father's love also grew strongly when he was reunited in Yan'an.Because as the deputy chief of the education department, he had frequent contact with Bai Jie, and they met countless times on the playground and in the lecture hall almost every day.Although he can only look at each other and smile in front of human eyes, in individual conversations, he speaks deeply and broadly, talking about life and ideals.秦震好像要补偿长期睽隔而产生的歉疚，他把他的全副心血灌注在她心田上。他深为女儿的悟性聪颖而高兴，常常急匆匆回到自己的窑洞，向丁真吾夸奖女儿。丁真吾艳羡他、嫉妒他，同时也从中得到绝大的安慰。真真也会在夜晚突然跑到父母面前撒娇，但在她的灵魂深处，已经升腾起一个庄严的意志和信念，她拥有了伟大的共产主义理想。 就在这时候，白洁和陈文洪相爱了。 为此，父母有过万种柔肠，千般忧虑。他们知道她终究要回到国统区去，秦震坚决要切断这种恋爱关系，他不愿女儿将来忍受爱情的痛苦；丁真吾却为女儿争辩，因为对妈妈来说，女儿做的事都是对的，不愿让她再受一丝委屈。让她回去，带着充实的爱情回去。为这事，秦震和丁真吾争吵过。 当白洁被调往特别训练班时，他极力说服女儿，而且想亲手斩断他们的关系。但是此刻他发现，陈文洪不但闯进了女儿的生活，也闯进了自己的生活了。古人说严父慈母，其实父爱何尝不震颤人心？秦震终于心软了。他想：他们的命运由他们自己去安排吧！未来属于他们，我何必患得患失，斤斤计较？这想法立刻得到丁真吾的支持，白洁和陈文洪又见面了。那天，秦震高兴地搓着两手，告诉丁真吾说：“两人谈得很好……”丁真吾斜了秦震一眼说：“我们当时喊：打倒封建，争取女权，现在难道说我们倒干涉起恋爱自由了？”秦震哈哈大笑，戏谑地说：“你把我当作封建专制的泥胎塑像了，好，你骂吧，骂个痛快……”秦震和丁真吾都感到快乐，因为获得了一种深刻的幸福才有的快乐。尽管从此白洁、陈文洪走上了一条漫长漫长的生离死别的道路，但那终究是充满希望的道路啊！连秦震和丁真吾的个人生活都由于有了这种希望而变得充实起来了。他们身单影只，孤苦两人，但一想到将来，将来，就有几分兴奋。将来是什么？陈文洪和白洁的团聚之日也就是他们做父母的幸福实现之时。民族，你这凝聚着几千年神魂的民族啊！历史注定你在血火中前进，在死亡线上新生，你的命运维系着亿万人的命运，就如同高山绵亘，大江奔腾。白洁、陈文洪，以至秦震、丁真吾的命运，都维系在这迂回曲折、起伏跌宕、刀光剑影的大搏斗里。是的，我们无愧于民族。我们搏斗了，我们胜利了，而她……她……却永远地没有了，永远地消逝了…… 丁真吾整个心在剧烈跳动。她突然两手颤抖，跑过去，找出贝多芬的《英雄交响乐》的唱片，放在留声机上。她想用这像火山爆发一样的英雄的激情来医治自己的创伤。但，不行，从那宏伟博大的乐声里，她好像看见女儿像一只矫健的鹰在飞翔、飞翔，她还是在想女儿呀！ 她突然忍受不住，一下把留声机关闭。 冷冷月光落在桌上，这时她才发现桌上还有一个包袱。她猛扑过去，“十月一日穿的衣服，永留纪念”。丁真吾感到了秦震的体温，闻到他的呼吸，感受到他的血的潜流，心的跳动。她一下把包袱贴在脸上，她号啕大哭了。 突然，门呀的一声打开一条缝，射进一线灯光，圆圆像一个小天使一样放轻脚步走了进来。 她看到了丁真吾悲苦的形状，她迟疑了一下，然后，突然伸开两条小胳膊，喊了一声：“妈——妈——”一下跑过去，扑到了真吾怀里，丁真吾紧紧抱住了圆圆。 电灯一下雪亮，严素痴痴站在门口，嗫嚅地说： “首长希望您保重身体。” “不去说它了，我谢谢你……”丁真吾只顾抱住圆圆，亲着圆圆，喃喃叫着：“圆圆，亲爱的圆圆……” 历史，多么深情又多么无情呀！历史可以过去，岁月可以消失，但母亲撕裂的心是永远无法愈合的…… Fives 秦震一回到前线，整个心神就为纷繁的事务所占据了，他以惊人的毅力压制了巨大的悲痛，这是一个军人应该做到的，也是一个军人能够做到的。 当他踏入湘西境内，他的精神振奋起来，这一方面由于身在前方，同时也由于这儿的自然环境出奇的美妙，引起他的注意。从常德（古称武陵）沿沅江而上，走沅陵，过辰谿，到芷江，他仿佛走入一幅色彩鲜明、诗情浓郁的画幅。原野上纵横交错的碧蓝蓝的河流，疏密有致，楚楚动人。赤红的山阪，阪上长着密丛丛的橘林和油茶林，还有远处像一抹绿雾似的竹林。有一次，秦震跟吉普车一道过摆渡，清澈流水，一望见底。阳光透过水波，照着河床底下的雪白的玛瑙石子，日影粼粼，波光潋滟，秦震看了不觉神往。突然他仰头看见河上漂着几只细长的木船，船头上蹲着一排黑色鱼鹰。不知渔人做了个什么信号，就像河面上骤然腾起一片乌云，所有鱼鹰都展开翅膀向水裹扎去。隔了一阵，又一只只先后钻出水面，十分温驯地把啄住的鱼送给渔人，但见锦鳞闪烁活蹦乱跳，然后欸乃一声，船儿又飘然浮去。更多的时候，秦震是坐在奔驶的吉普上，有时在挺拔峻峭的高山大谷中盘旋，山阴风冷，飒然拂至；有时又在肥沃的田野中飞掠，群山如黛，阳光似锦。有时，两旁苍山如壁，路边却是随山峡而曲折的溪流，但听得一线潺潺淙淙的水声，天籁寂寂，绿影憧憧。仰望那头顶上一条曲曲折折的蓝天，就像天上有一条静静的河流。黄昏落日，黎明晨光，都各有韵致，各极其美。银白色的月夜，竹林里不停传来婉啭鸟鸣。你迎着微风闻一闻，里面都饱含有泥土、树叶、野花，橙橘混合的香味。黑夜与白天之间，横亘着一条淡紫色的绦带。等到天空一片猩红发亮的时候，江上浮出各色样式不一的船舶。下行的船传来咿呀摇橹声，上行船则被一根根绷紧的纤索牵着。偶然有一只小船由头戴斗笠、腕摇银镯，胸前围裙上绣着灿烂花饰的年轻妇女划着，倩影横波，悠然来去。从辰谿以后，到了沅江上游，一面山林，一面江流；到了芷江，一个红色山头接着一个红色山头，蔗田遍野，甜香扑鼻。一只小小的翠鸟急急掠过水面，像个绿色流星倏然而逝。这一切一切都引起秦震心弦的震颤。当秦震享受到人生中最大的幸福、欢乐，又承受了人生中最大的灾难、悲痛之后，他像从一间昏暗窒息的屋子走到广阔原野上来，世间一切好像刚刚给清水冲洗过，那样光泽、那样艳丽。阳光比过去的显得更明亮了，微风更清爽，空气更新鲜，树木更茂盛，河流更澄澈。当他顾盼着这天天地地、山山水水，仿佛有一种声音在他耳边响起：我们的祖国从来就是美丽的，而现在她变得更美丽了。也就在这时，他眯缝着两眼，忽然想起了用指甲刻在泥土墙上的“白洁不死”四个字……一阵悲怆忍不住掠上心头。这已是沐浴在金色朝晖中的深情怀念。这也许就是秦震和丁真吾不同之处吧！他心中无法忘记女儿的死，不过他把悲痛压在心房的一个角落里。他一路上尽量浏览风物，指点江山，他觉得当一个人知道了他必须寄托的东西已经找到了寄托之所时，他就平静了，泰然了。 车子穿过绿茵茵草地，他的眼光霍然一亮： “停下！停下！” 他跳下车，大踏步向草地上走去。 像绿色毡毯上飘来一阵霜雪，草地上开满一层雪白的野花。花朵细小，却一簇一簇开得丰满、茂盛。他弯下身来采撷野花，使他高兴的是，这野花是洁白的，白洁——洁白，这不别有一番深意吗？他闻一闻，只有一股淡淡清香。他手上已经采了一捧，仍然久久地环顾草地上的白色野花，依依不舍，缓缓走上吉普。 在长着两棵高大橡树的路口没有见陈文洪，秦震感到宽慰。他很想单独一个人和女儿相处，因此把出发时间提前了两个小时。他的车从路口拐上一片丘陵，而后在茂林修竹郁郁葱葱的小山脚下停了车，他挥退警卫员和司机，独自缓步走向一片碧绿森森的树林环抱的、朝阳的山坡上，在这里，他看到一座白色石碑，——就在这地下埋着自己唯一的女儿呀！……他轻轻地把一捧雪白的鲜花献在墓前。他像唯恐惊醒女儿，向后退了一步，站在那里，默默地看着石碑，……我没看到你，真真！既没看到你活着，也没看到你死去……一个战士的眼泪，一个将军的眼泪，一个父亲的眼泪，洒落在埋葬女儿的一抔黄土之上了。倾泻吧！古老民族的心灵里，痛苦淤积得太多、郁闷得太久了……让这一滴滴眼泪深深渗进土壤，好像白洁还活着，还能感受父亲泪水的爱抚，不，不可能了，永远不可能了。他再不能看见她的笑脸再不能听到她的声音，再不能……真真！我来看你了，我就要走了……留下你一个在此地……秦震仿佛忽然听到一阵声音，他有点惊异。然而，一切声音都听得见，只有心声听不见，那就让它沉默吧！……树叶在微风中簌簌微语，可是秦震什么也没有听见，他只觉得这里什么声音都没有…… 不是声音，是感觉，渐渐他觉得他身边多了一个人。 他知道是陈文洪来了。 不过，他没有动，他不想动，他不能动。 难道还有什么话要同陈文洪说吗？此时此刻又有什么方法能表达自己的心意呢！等眼泪干了，他慢慢转过身来。那动作好像说明他不得不如此做才做的。可是，陈文洪默默忍耐，不愿触动老人。从一见面起，他就觉得秦震真的衰老了。他的感觉是对的。老年，往往不一定是从某一年龄开始的，而往往是从一次不幸遭遇，一次命运的打击开始的。乍看起来，秦震还是精力旺盛、体力充沛，其实，从得到女儿噩耗那一夜，他就开始步入老年了。这种老，并不表现在霜白的鬓角，而潜藏于偶然一瞬的神态之中。秦震不愿给人留下苦寂的印象，他努力振作精神。但像陈文洪这样亲近的人还是会感觉到他的衰老的。 陈文洪嗫嗫地说：“我一点也不知道她是你的女儿……” “那都是一样，十年忠贞，你们总算一朝相见了！” 他望了陈文洪半晌，他的手索索颤抖着从自己贴身口袋里取出一张被日月磨蚀得发黄的照片，递给陈文洪： “这是白洁小时的照片，你永远留念吧！……” 一阵汽车马达声，董天年为首的兵团首长们都来了。董天年大踏步径直走上山来。他的一只单袖筒在不断飘动，他跟秦震说： “这几天你一个字也不提白洁，你一个人走到这儿来了，我理解你的心情……” 他握着秦震的手掂了掂，好像要掂掂他的手有多少分量，而后说道： “疾风知劲草。天上起了疾风，白洁就是劲草，我们呢？我们算什么呢？” 他谁也没看，肥胖的身子转了一个圈，像等候着一个回答，最后还是他说： “秦震！你是重任在身，心如火燎呀！我们留也留不住你了。” “我希望我能当个合格的后勤。” 秦震就要离开前线了，一生戎马，一旦抛离，心中实在难舍难分。董天年敏锐地感觉到了这一点，他把一只独臂用力一挥： “分什么前线后勤，哪里都是前线，我问你打算从何着手？” “先抢修从武汉到长沙到广州的铁路！” “好，那就让我们在广州再见吧！哈哈，历史转了一个大圆圈，我们从广州出发，又回到广州来了，这不该是巧合吧？不，不，偶然中的必然，必然中的偶然，这就是历史的辩证法。” “董司令！我也想过这问题。” “过去的不要管了。历史不是原地踏步，而是螺旋形前进，它在新的时代又提出新问题。” 董天年威严地眯起两眼，闪出针尖似的光芒：“不过历史是不会衰老的，一个新的时代是从过去的时代延伸而来的，过去时代的奋斗精神在新的时代里还是巨大的动力。今后要建设了，建设难道不一样需要我们民族那种坚韧不拔的美德吗？这些天，我常常想：胜利！胜利！每一寸胜利都是用生命换来的呀，这一点不能忘掉，我们过去是创造未来，今后还是创造未来，创造未来意味着什么？……未必就没有艰难险阻吧！我们面前永远有困难待我们去克服。现在还是说说你吧！你到你新的工作岗位上去，人地两生，谈何容易，这不就是困难吗？你带几把手去吧，兵团的、军的、师的，由你挑！” 秦震立刻想到陈文洪、梁曙光，还有那个张凯。不过他还是说： “不，我从来不带自己的人到新工作岗位的。” "That's fine." 这位世事练达的老人，有点诡谲地放低声音，两只笑眼，瞅着秦震： “我再叫你一声秦副司令员！一个革命的人一生都处于激流中呀！你明白吗？” "clear." “那就看你是勇进还是勇退？就在一刹那，做出决定常常就在那一刹那。” 秦震一下充满活力，眼光明亮。董天年随即伸出一只独臂抱住秦震的肩膀。他们一面说，一面走下山坡，走向停放在那儿的吉普车。秦震一一握手，告别众人。董天年瓮声瓮气猛然喊道： “好哇，开航吧！我祝你一路顺风，万事如意。” 一股恋恋之情冲上胸膛，秦震和董天年紧紧拥抱，董天年不觉洒了几滴泪水，于是嘟嘟囔囔说： “老了，就是这样容易动感情。不过，没想到你的女儿会埋葬在这遥远的远方。” “不，这是我和丁真吾的故土，也是白洁的故土啊！” 董天年重重推了一把，把秦震推上车去。 秦震几次回身挥手，董天年目送两辆吉普远去，远去，最后，变成两个小黑点，消失在茫茫天地之际。他还兀自站在那里自言自语： “一把好手啊！他到哪里哪里就会出现新面貌。”