Chapter 28 death of third brother

Mountain rain torrential. The whip of the rain whipped the night like a rock, the shadow of the whip flashed distant lightning, the bamboo forest crawled down, and the 100,000 poles of bamboo made the sound of bursting together, and the hut was like a leaf in the rain, flickering and flickering in the night The burns were floating. Lin Huiyin sat in front of the window, listening to the sound of the rain and the fighting of the night. The lightning waved bloody red light in the air, and the whole world slept peacefully and peacefully in the terrifying night rain. A poem has just been written, and the verses are burning on the manuscript paper, and each word shakes the wall of her heart like thunder.

This is a poem written to Lin Heng, the third younger brother.Today is the 3rd anniversary of his death. Brother, I don't have the language for the times, to mourn your death; It is the request of the times to you, Simple, you give. This cold and simple heroism is the poetry of the times This silent glory is you. If in this inevitable truth, Given more sorrow, I want to cry out, That's—you know it yourself— because you left too early, This is the autumn of 1944. It has been 3 years since you left. Time, the omnipotent doctor, cannot heal the wounds of the soul.That wound will always be as fresh as ever, and a casual touch will cause the blood of the soul to collapse. It has been 3 years, everything is vivid in my mind, like yesterday, the only thing I forget is the moment when I heard the bad news.

That day, your brother-in-law came back from Chongqing with a sad expression on his face, and he was silent for a long time before telling the news of your death.It has been 3 months since I received your letter. The white-haired mother leans against the door and looks forward to it every day. The children stare at the sky in a daze every day, not knowing which cloud my uncle is on.An ominous premonition enveloped me every day, and this premonition kept me awake at night every day.When my father died, I was haunted every day by such turmoil. The sad news came as expected, and all hope was lost.Now it's your turn, I am panicking every day, praying for your safety over and over again in my heart, my mother also seems to have a premonition that the topic of the day is always inseparable from you, and she quietly went to the temple to burn incense for you.

Your funeral was arranged by your brother-in-law without telling my mother and me.In the end, he couldn't hide the heartbreaking news. Seeing the "Zhongzheng Sword" he brought back-the only relic you left behind, the mother passed out and the two children cried together.A group of special friends we met in Huangxian County—the aviation school students, come to play at home every rest day, telling their nostalgia and depression.When they graduated, your brother-in-law and I were invited to attend the graduation ceremony as "parents of honor".Unexpectedly, less than two years later, these friends died one after another, and even the only survivor was shot down and disappeared in the Battle of Hengyang not long ago.After they died in battle, personal relics were sent to me, and every time I burst into tears.And I have no tears for a long time, and I have already shed them when my father died.

Too early, brother, for your bravery, With the backwardness of machinery, your chances are too miserable! For three years, you were killed in battle over Chengdu, The difference made in these three years, Don't be sad if I tell you, Because most of them are not our old country, It's others moving through the times, Our souls bleed and explode into holes. Brother, you left too early, you are just 23 years old, death will keep this beautiful age for you forever, originally you are so far away from it.In my memory, you are still the little rascal who had prickly heat in the summer, cried earth-shatteringly, and stayed up all night. You are still the little rascal who often wrote your name as "■", and your father wrote to say that you should be beaten.When you just graduated, you came home to say goodbye, what a young Air Force captain you are, and you said you were going to the battlefield, and you were so relaxed, as if you were going to have a pleasant excursion and a beautiful date.

Yet, brother, you do not know what war means to its participants.You have told so many tragic stories about your classmates, bombs are not beautiful bouquets.You said goodbye easily because you were afraid that your mother would be afraid of you. Since then, it seems that you have grown up.This is war, which can make a child mature in an instant; it is the rebellious son of civilization, and the loving mother of civilization.It is destroying, it is creating, and it needs the blood of thousands of young people to water that olive branch. We have allies, supplies and arms, Just what you've ever hoped for.

I remember, remember how I was with you Discuss and discuss, count and count, Every day you are so patiently waiting, Every day passes by empty, as slow as a camel! Now the chaser is not what you want most of the day Like the "Eagle Seven-Five" driving—— So stupid, so slow, ah, brother, don't be sad, You have done what you can, Brother, I seem to see you flying the "Eagle Seventy-Five" - ​​your iron bird, roaring into the sky, the clouds outside the porthole are burning, the whole sky is rolling in thunder and fire, under your wings , is a peaceful and quiet city, the mother is humming a lullaby softly, and the child in the cradle sleeps so sweetly.But you only heard the whistling of the clouds, and the "sun" mark on the enemy's aircraft hurt your eyes.

You press the button and you feel the throes of the sky being torn apart.You are already very close. Maybe you saw that face, which made you feel a little familiar. If it wasn't for the war, you might be partners in economic exchanges.You saw that face was extremely contorted, and you wanted to whistle at him, however, your fuselage suddenly trembled. How many times have you complained about your plane, how clumsy it is, how old it is.You say it's the worst gear in the world, and you often fantasize about being able to fly a nimble iron bird.Before you go to war, you come home with a bunch of your schoolmates and that's always the talk.You used models to make gestures over and over again, imagined various battle scenes, and even asked me to be your staff officer.The "air battle" in that room was as easy as a game, but you were so serious. From your point of view, it might be a real hand-to-hand combat, even though death is so far away from you.

Don't say who missed you, it's the times that can't be measured, China still has to move forward, and the night is waiting for the dawn. Brother, I have used so many unbeautiful words, It is a poem to commemorate you, Believe how bitter my heart is, how hoarse my throat is, You're never coming back, I know, The blood of youth has been replaced by science; The sorrow of China is forever in my heart. Ah, don't be sad, I can't give you comfort when you're sad. I have thought about it several times a day: You have given all you have, brother who goes with you

So too, give your life; All the youth you have; the opportunities you will have in the future, The work of the prime of life possible, the wisdom of old age; Perhaps, you have read about war and death since you were a child.Before your father died, you, like the adults in your family, stood in a daze in front of people, even though you didn't understand what war would bring to you.When Daddy's safe telegram came home, you cheered loudly with the telegram, running in the yard like a charge, shouting "Daddy is fine, Daddy is fine". When the news of Daddy's death came, you gathered together with tears streaming down your face, leaning against each other, with your eyes wide open in confusion, you didn't know why the sky collapsed for good reason.

When Dad was at the funeral, the brothers forgot their fears, Xiao Si and Xiao Wu were somersaulting and joking around in front of the coffin, at such a young age, they really didn't understand the meaning of death.But you silently clenched your fists at that time. After finishing your father's funeral, you gather a few brothers together and announce like a general that you will organize boy scouts and go outside the pass to avenge your father. back.For a long time, you said nothing but that your personality had changed.You used to be the liveliest of the brothers. Every time Brother Zhimo came home, you always laughed and laughed with him, pestered him to tell stories, and when you heard that he was leaving, you were busy hiding his hat. Since then you have become deep.Your depth is so uncoordinated with your eight-year-old age.After graduating from middle school, you are going to apply for the Department of Mechanical Engineering of Tsinghua University. In the future, you will take the road of saving the country through industry. The movement that happened in December 1935 made you completely change your choice. Foremost, because of this you were beaten by political gendarmes wearing black jackets. You disappeared that day. Your brother-in-law Sicheng ran all over the hospitals in Beiping that accept injured students. I stayed by the phone all the time. The ringing of the bell made my heart tremble, and I didn’t hear from you until midnight. I drove to a remote alley in Xicheng, and took you home. Your injury was not healed, so I gave up the idea of ​​entering the Mechanical Engineering Department of Tsinghua University. He resolutely applied for the Air Force Academy.You are determined to join the military in the future, and no one can stop you when you apply for the Air Force Academy. You see through the meaning of life prematurely, and you finally become a soldier who understands death before you put on the uniform. Since the outbreak of the war, you moved south with the college and arrived in Kunming in the summer of 1939. In the spring of 1940, you graduated with honors, ranking second among more than 100 students in your class.In just a few years, the childishness on your face has gradually faded away. You often shut yourself in the room and meditate alone. You have become a mature man, an experienced air force pilot, and you have a deep understanding of this profession that often faces death. , but you never regret your choice. possible love, family, children, and all that The rights of life, the joy; and the disputes of life! You give so much, for whom?you believe How many people in China will be happy in the future Your front is more important than yourself; the immortal China's history still needs to be permanent in the world. You believe, you do, and in the end you surrender. Why do I still cry for you when I fully understand? Just because you were a child and left nothing for yourself, I look forward to your happiness when I was young, your safety in wartime, Today you have no children to worry about and need care and comfort, And the portraits of thousands of people have forgotten, who are you dying for! Brother, I saw that burning cloud again, it burned so hot, so magnificent, and so brilliant! On the other side of the cloud, you rushed out, your iron bird was burning, its wings were broken, its blood stained the whole sky, maybe at that time, you saw that face, he smiled ferociously. Before you had time to think about anything, you exhausted your last strength and slammed into that face. There was a thunderous roar in the sky, and the flames burned half of the sky red. Soon, the sky turned blue again, wisps of faint black smoke finally disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.No more heard that piercing thunder, no more knew what happened or ended above their heads. Brother, the heroic story of your broken halberd sinking into the sand, only the majestic Emei Mountain will remember your name, no matter how many times its vegetation has experienced withering and prosperity; only the rushing Minjiang River will remember your figure, no matter how much water it has disappeared . War originally made women go away, but I approached it step by step.You handed over everything, so generous, so no turning back. However, you are doomed to be forgotten. History was originally a mysterious workshop, and God's clutches manipulated and changed it at will. The life of any individual is as small as a mustard seed, and no one will calculate the price you pay. Brother, I know that you don't care about all this, because death retains your most beautiful age. This is your unique glory. The fight between rain and night is finally over. Brother, how good is the sun today?