1 in the name of the revolution After I have died, I will calm down, and I will rethink my life, speech, behavior, and my walking posture, as well as my interpretation of that shitty love.There is a land of tenderness, a good place to think.Thinking there is as soft and beautiful as catkins falling, as bright as peach blossoms.But right now, in the name of revolution, they have aimed the execution gun at the back of the head of me and Hongmei.Death stuck my throat of thinking, I can only go to the execution ground bravely, facing the bullets; with high spirits, laugh at life and death, and cross the bridge of Yin and Yang.Drinking a bowl of wine for my mother before execution, I am full of courage and worry-free.Hatoyama hosted a banquet and made friends with me, entertaining myself with thousands of cups and thousands of cups.The revolution must be like this, throwing your head, fighting east and west, breaking your muscles and bones;Three days later, or a week later, Hongmei and I will wear a pair of handcuffs, kneel on the edge of a pit together, and go to the land of tenderness in the rural execution ground under the hillside and by the river.Time is very little for us, like the last drop of water in the kettle in Shangganling, every drop is crystal clear and precious.The torch of my life is about to be extinguished. It used to start a prairie fire across mountains, rivers and earth, creeks and ravines.Burned air and forests, water and women, animals and stones, grass and footsteps, crops and men, seasons and streets, and women's wombs, women's hair, women's lips and women's clothing.A river of spring water flows westward, and the east wind and west wind fight fiercely.Ma'am, after my son's death, let my grave face east, so that I can see the market town and Chenggang.

2 Painful talk about the history of revolutionaries Let me also share a painful history of a revolutionary family—— In the twelfth lunar month of 1942, after dogs barked all night in Chenggang Township among the Palou Mountains, the Japanese laughed and passed by the village, so there were fewer men and more widows.My father died and I was born.That night was bloody and rainy, and the bones were thick and scaly.My father went out to call the midwife, and at the entrance of the town, the Japanese stabbed the bayonet into his stomach, and immediately the intestines flowed out like a waterfall, entangled the devil's bayonet hotly, and filled the land of the motherland with blood, and the red will be flourishing. National hatred burns...

Comrade, dear comrade!We were all once red revolutionaries, we were all once resisters in the same trenches, can you please stop interrupting me?As a great member of the Communist Party of China, I beg you not to interrupt me, let me open up and finish this family history quickly. Tell me that's all I can say.I have to say this.Only in this way can I sort out a leader from the mess... Dragons give birth to dragons, I am a revolutionary root, and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes.I was born in the old society and grew up under the red flag, where the sun, rain and dew nurtured me. In 1964, at the age of 22, I inherited the behest of the martyrs and joined the army.The army I am in is an infrastructure engineering corps, digging caves, piercing mountains and valleys; building railways, wind and rain come and go;In the past three years, I have crossed three provinces and nine counties with the army, won third-class merit four times, company awards five times, and battalion awards six times.Certificates of commendation stuffed my file to the brim, shining so brightly that I couldn't even blow a breath of filth into it.The PLA is a big school.I was originally a seedling of cadres trained by the battalion and company. If you want to mention that I am now the battalion commander or deputy battalion commander, you will not let you post the notices of the judgment of me and Hongmei all over Chenggang town.I know the streets and alleys of Cheng Gangna in red like New Yan’an, the walls and trees, wells and mills, and where there are people, there are notices of the death penalty for both of us.Notices are flying all over the sky like ghost money, snow is fluttering, rustling and tears are everywhere.

God, this is really a joke! Earth, earth, what a joke! I never imagined that the sun would come out from the west with a bang.To think I would stay in the army anyway.Originally, Unit 80911 would also transfer me.In the great year of 1967, our army was rumbled and disbanded in the tense unity of the lake where you came and the sea where we came together, with one goal and one heart, and to realize communism and create a future. Some of them were downsized to 80911. But I asked for demobilization.The instructor said, Gao Aijun, you can still be promoted in Unit 80911.I said I was going home to start a revolution.I have done enough in the army. For four consecutive years, I have drilled ravines, fired mountain cannons, and built railways extending from one province to another. But every time we change defenses, we have to march quickly on foot.Once when I was building a great and majestic national defense preparation railway, I drilled in a ravine for a year and eight months.I haven't seen the common people for eight months in a year, I haven't gone to the township market for eight months in a year, I haven't smelled a woman for eight months in a year.When the troops came out of that ditch, they encountered a married team passing in front of them. The officers and soldiers of the whole company stood up in unison, and everyone's eyes were crackling.The beauty of the newlyweds shines for thousands of miles, and the rays of light reflect the universe.The pink fragrance on her body knocked down the troops like a poisonous gas.After arriving at the destination, the instructor and the company commander asked everyone to arrest the soul to find problems, imprison the mind and cause revolution.After half a month of spiritual rectification, everyone's heart became crisp and white, and it became a piece of paper that could make the latest and most beautiful pictures.I decided to demobilize when my heart became clear.I've had enough of being in the army.I'm going home for a revolution.What kind of person do you want to be?Be an honest person.To be honest, I also miss my daughter-in-law a little bit.Even such a woman who is not worthy of my thinking, I miss her.Needless to say, this is the tragicomedy of life created by the uniquely unified and well-paced revolutionary career of the troops.My daughter-in-law's name is Cheng Guizhi.Although Gui Zhi is feudal and traditional, she is a woman, with a woman's body and a woman's face. The black and rosy face on her body is the same color as the old book cover of Chairman Mao's quotations; Jumping and jumping, it seems that the bloated flesh there is demanding to turn over and be liberated every day, struggling to think of a blue sky.Whoever of you wants to get acquainted with Cheng Gang Town earlier will know my wife.My daughter-in-law's father was the first village party secretary in New China after liberation.I married his daughter Guizhi because he was the village party secretary.Before enlisting in the army, Gui Zhi gave birth to a boy for me.In the second year after enlisting in the army, Guizhi went to visit relatives in the certain mountainous area where Henan and Hubei intersect.At that time, our troops dug caves under the No. 2 peak (digging deep, accumulating food widely, and not seeking hegemony) to prepare for battle and defend against the enemy.One day, when I was pushing stones in the cave, a recruit rushed into the cave with a pickaxe and called out, "Gao Aijun—a woman like a water tank is looking for you outside—" I pointed at the soldier. Kick it and say: "Be united and tense, be serious and lively." The soldier said: "There is a bosom friend in the sea, and the world is like a neighbor——that woman said you are her man."

I was stunned, and walked out of the cave with a bang. The woman outside the cave was indeed my daughter-in-law Cheng Guizhi. At night, Guizhi and I slept in the reception room of the company.It was a tent house that was half the size of this room. It was stacked with bricks on all sides to the height of a person, and the roof was covered with a military tarpaulin to separate the sky. There was a portrait of Chairman Mao on the wall, and several books of Chairman Mao were placed on the table. book of.The bed was placed against the wall under the portrait of Chairman Mao.Guizhi didn't bring my boss, Hongsheng, to the army. She came to the team alone a few days before our National Day construction battle.I said: "The task is tight, what are you doing here?" She said: "The wheat is harvested, the autumn is planted, and the farming is slack. If you don't come at this time, you will have no time." I said: "The preparation project is at the critical point." It's time." She said, "Hongsheng is over two years old, and he can run around the world." I said, "You came here to embarrass me, look at you." She looked down at herself The newly sewn rough-woven blue shirt with a large breast, Mo Mo went to undo the cloth buttons she sewed by herself, "Peasants, aren't they all like this?" She said, "Hongsheng is more than two years old, I should go back I’m pregnant. I want a baby girl, so I came here by train and car.” She said she had a hard journey, she got on the wrong train and slept all night on the ground at a station, but luckily there was a mouth under her nose to find it Come.Said that if she didn't want to kill both her son and daughter, she would not find the army to come, and she wouldn't let me say that she would embarrass me by coming to the army.She said, don't you just think I'm ugly?You thought I was ugly, why did you get engaged and married me?Why did you let me give birth to Hongsheng if you thought I didn't look good?Then she took off her clothes while talking, and sat down on the edge of the bed.The light bulb in the room is 45 watts, bright and bright with a layer of golden color, which makes her body glow with a layer of dark red light when she is fat.There was a woman's fleshy smell in the room, like a layer of pink mist.I wanted to stare at her naked body for a while.I have been in the army for two years, and my baby has suddenly turned two years old. I suddenly feel that the nakedness left by her after marriage is all blurred and forgotten.I turned my gaze away stiffly, but she only sat on the edge of the bed for a little while, and then she lifted the quilt and got into the bed.The moment I got under the quilt, the blood in my whole body was hot, and my throat was as dry as firewood skin that had been sun-baked for three years.I didn't expect that Gui Zhi's breasts were bigger than before, and they were as thin and white as two rabbit heads.When she lifted the quilt and lay down, the pair of breasts danced and danced in the crook of her arms, emitting two hot red lights and disappeared.The quilt covers them.I remembered when I was young when shepherding the sheep, I saw a white rabbit running in the tall grass. When it jumped up, its head jumped nimbly under the sky, and when it fell, the white color disappeared in the quilt-like grass in an instant.I remembered that her breasts were not that big before, they were shriveled like two deflated little balls, and they couldn't produce milk after giving birth. I even went down to the river to catch fish for her.Her mother said: "Aijun, go to the river and catch some fish for my daughter." In the cold weather, I went down to the river to catch fish for her.What did her breasts look like back then?Like the heads of two weasels that hide during the day and come out at night.Why is it so big now?Just white?As fat as a rabbit's head?

I said, "Guizhi, does Hongsheng still drink milk?" She turned her face to the other side: "I can't eat it, but he still eats it after rubbing chili on the nipple." I seem to know why her nipple is so puffy, so attractive like a rabbit's head.I said, "Do you still want to get pregnant?" She said, "Isn't it just to have fun?" I started to take off my clothes.The buttons of the military uniform can be pulled open like a zipper with a sudden pull from the hem.That was one of the training subjects for recruits, in case the US imperialists and revisionists suddenly attacked, they could fall asleep and get up in an instant during the rapid march.I quickly took off my clothes.When he hurriedly got under the covers, Guizhi sat up again and turned off the light.The moment she sat up, the two rabbit heads jumped out of the grass again.My hands stretched over her tits like trying to grab a rabbit's head.Then, I didn't rush to do something like that.I am her man, and she is my wife. Our marriage certificate is bright red and radiant, defending our children and all the interesting things between men and women.I haven't touched a woman in two years.I seem to have forgotten what a woman is, and everything about a woman.I need to work my way down her head bit by bit.Touch her hair, her face, her callused shoulders, her breasts that seem to have grown fat suddenly, and her loose and comfortable belly.She didn't move, and let me touch and kiss her all the way from top to bottom.But at this moment, just when my mouth and hands were under her body, she suddenly exploded, with an earth-shattering roar, and jumped out from under me as if suddenly realizing that the man lying on her was not her man , and turned on the light.She threw me to sit in the middle of the bed, with half of the quilt on the bed and half on the floor.

She said: "Gao Aijun, you are a role model for the People's Liberation Army and the people of the whole country to learn from. Why haven't you become a hooligan in two years?!" I stared blankly at her.She said: "You do that when you give birth to a baby. Why are you touching me like a hooligan? You touched my head, touched my face, and I endured it. You touched my upper body and then touched my lower body. You Is it hooligans or the People's Liberation Army?" The room was brightly lit.She stood under the bed, her face turned green, and her humiliated expression flooded the room.I stared at her for a while, then suddenly wanted to get out of bed and kick her, on her bouncing breasts, on her loose and wide belly.But I didn't kick, I stared at her for a long time.Something in my throat is holding me back, and I want to stick my tongue out.The sky is getting a bit chilly, although it is summer and September, but in the deep mountains, the hot summer night can still wake people up from their dreams.The comrades-in-arms of the construction company slept in a row of rooms more than ten meters away.The footsteps of the swimming whistle sounded like oars shaking on the river.I could hear the sound of the password changing the whistle. One asked: "Password?!" The other answered: "Down with the US emperor." The one who asked was relieved: "Defend the motherland." Then the whistle changed.The sound of footsteps disappeared from near to far, and the night returned to deep silence.I just stared at my woman like that, maybe it was from the bottom of my heart that I would kill her if I had the chance.But the thought of killing her at that time was not clear to Mao Mao, I suspected that I had the idea of ​​killing her at that time.In the final analysis, I am a revolutionary humanitarian, and for a long time after that, I did not have such evil thoughts.That night, I was tired of staring at her, tired of watching her, and when she also stared at me enough to see through, I pulled up the quilt under the bed and said to her lightly: "Go to sleep, Gui Zhi, tomorrow is the best time to sleep." I’ll take you back to Cheng Gang someday.” Although we hadn’t seen each other for two years that night, I didn’t even touch her legs.But the problem is, I didn't fucking send her away the next day, but I followed her heart the next night, and I did as she wanted when she wanted to get pregnant.I made her pregnant and gave birth to a girl named Honghua.Speaking of which, do you smell our house?My name is Gao Aijun, the eldest is Hongsheng, the second is Honghua, a revolutionary family!Of course it is the red revolutionary family.The glory of my family's political status can blind many people's eyes. The grandpa of the children died under the bayonet of the Japanese devils. Their father used to be the Chinese People's Liberation Army. They were born and grew up under the red flag. They came to grow up and should have become the best successors of the Red Revolution.However, fate made their father know Xia Hongmei.Love and revolution wiped out the lives of them and their mothers, just like the Japanese cut off my father's head and hung it on the gate of the village in Chenggang Town.

3 red music In the Baiyun County Railway Station, which has a small two-story building, only one train stops on the platform for one minute every day, but the two rails stretch endlessly from far away, and stretch endlessly far away again.Because our army temporarily disbanded and reorganized the whole division due to some political reasons, I was demobilized early in March and a half of that year.Chenggang Town is 79 miles away from the county seat, and I got off the train when the sun was heading west. In order to go to the People's Armed Forces Department to go through the demobilization and discharge procedures tomorrow, I can only stay in the county seat for one night.That night, the political situation in the society was turned upside down and generous, and my love life changed again.A great dawn of love shone upon me--do you say this is fate?Is it that the revolution we talk about everyday has reached a crossroads in life?I live in the guest house of the Ministry of Human Resources and Armed Forces. Two yuan and twenty cents can cover a room, one bed, fifty-five cents, and four beds in one room.The climax of the revolution, the bottom of the price of goods --- this is the law of history.Because I came to go through the refund procedures, according to the regulations, I will stay for free.In the state-run canteen on the street, I drank a bowl of sheep intestine soup, a bowl of beef soup, and ate two round sesame cakes for 45 cents.After my stomach was full, the sun had not yet set, and I was just wandering around the county town with nothing to do.At that time, the county town no longer had the bustling scenery it had before I joined the army.The sun is setting to the west, the shops are closing, and there are two rows of squeaks all over the street.Occasional factories, such as straw rope factories, cork factories, and textile factories that process gloves for workers in large state-owned factories in Jiudu City, are all in front of the depression. Few people pass by. Then, the yard was full of logs and rusty iron.However, the county is a county after all, the roads are still so wide, the streets are still paved with bricks, and the elderly still walk home from the side of the road in a leisurely manner with a vegetable basket.The difference is that the streets and banks are covered with layer after layer of big-character posters, and all the names of people on the big-character posters are crossed out with red pen.This is nothing new to me, it just means that the revolution has already been surging in the county.Many young people who were my age or younger, all wearing armbands, hurried past me, as if they were going to a rally somewhere.I am a little envious that they are all urbanites, and a little regretful that I am not one of them.I thought, if I were the leader of their organization, it would be fine if they hurried to listen to my speech on revolutionary principles.I watched them walk past me one by one, and they all stopped to look at me when they passed.I know they are envious of the green uniform on my body—you know that the military uniform was as valuable as the emperor's dragon coat in those days.I was afraid that someone would suddenly come up and take off my military uniform and snatch my military cap, so I didn't wander on the main street for long before wandering towards the outside of the city.I walked forward along the railway, as if walking in a revolutionary poem.The scenery here is unique, the sky is high and the clouds are light, there are no geese flying south, and the sun is setting in the west.An old man led a sheep over the railway, and walked from the vast wheat field to the golden village.The county town was getting farther and farther away from me, and the setting sun was getting closer and closer to me. The red-sauced sunlight fell on the glowing railroad tracks, and there was a creaking sound, like running water soaking in dry sand.I just walked along the railroad, into the silent heart of the field, and stopped when I felt the silence itself grow louder.I saw a person sitting on the railroad track in front, her face was as rosy as the sun, and her hair was as black as a waterfall on her pink clothes.Among the gently rising and falling mountains in the distance, the trees and crops are light green and dark black one by one. In the fields under the mountains, the smell of rustic, grass, and wheat seedlings rushed towards me one after another.In this way, I only saw one person at first, and then walked a few steps forward to see her hair and clothes clearly again.When I knew she was a woman, I stood there hesitating for a while, and after a fierce ideological struggle, I finally made up my mind to walk towards her.Chairman Mao said that women hold up half the sky.Now, I know where she is waiting for me half the sky.It was to wait for me to sit there for most of the day.I walk over to her.She turned her head towards me, and when she turned her head, the clang of her face startled people.That face is exactly the kind of girl who has been ripe for many years and is tainted with sadness because no one noticed it. It seems that a few days ago it was white, tender and delicate like a ripe fruit hanging on the vine, but it was picked off yesterday. After rubbing it with my hands, the radiant water has receded, and the tired light yellow has begun to hang on the face.You can tell that she is from the city or the suburbs, because she is wearing that pink polyester shirt.It is not the people in the city or the suburbs. In those days, few people could wear Diliang cloth shirts.I stood a few steps in front of her, and when I looked at her she looked at me.She was looking at my new military uniform.I saw that her lower body was wearing a pair of fake military trousers.She said: "Learn from comrades in the People's Liberation Army." I said: "The People's Liberation Army learns from the people of the whole country—I have already been demobilized, and I haven't gone through the formalities." Hu Haihai respected me, but she never thought that she would regard me as a good example for the people of the whole country to learn from.I sat down on the railroad track opposite her, face to face, just like an instructor talking to us when we were in the army.I said that the visible enemy may be wiped out by us, but the invisible enemy is still alive. Are you not afraid of being here alone?She said that the sky belongs to the people, and the earth belongs to the people. What are you afraid of?As long as the US emperor Su Xiu does not come in, what is there to be afraid of?I said that the US imperialists and Soviet revisionists are not afraid of coming in. With our People's Liberation Army, they are all paper tigers.Then, I wait for her to ask me what my name is, where I live in my hometown, and where the army is; then I will ask her what my name is and where I work.But she just stared at me for a while, and said something that made my heart skip a beat: "Can you give me one of your military uniforms? I don't want it for nothing. I'll give you five yuan and four feet of cloth Is the ticket okay?" I murmured with embarrassment and heat on my face: "My fellow class, I'm really sorry, I only have two sets of military uniforms when I leave the army. I have to wear one myself, and the other is a soldier. I promised to give it to the militia battalion commander after retiring from the army." She smiled generously: "The revolution is not about treating guests to dinner. Forget it if you don't have it. Who would give such a valuable thing to someone who has never met?" It was my turn to be satisfied. Feeling guilty all over the world, as if I'm sorry to Chairman Mao and the Party Central Committee if I don't give her.I hooked my head down and looked at the grass growing between the stones between the sleepers. It was full of dog tails and mugwort, and there was a sticky, half-green and half-yellow smell flowing between me and her.Under the setting sun, you can hear the dripping sound of the flowing sound.The county seat is far away and blurred on our side, and the village is blurred and distant down the slope.There is only me and her in the world, and weeds and crops, air and silence.When the wheels of time roll by among us, the footprints of history are large and round on the sleepers.I saw that she was wearing a pair of very western-style black corduroy shoes with square mouths. The buckles on the shoelaces were made of yellow-plated aluminum. Under the sun, they kept shining like the North Star.Mountains, overwhelming seas and rivers, rolling huge waves, galloping fast, and tens of thousands of horses are still fighting.Inside, the battle is in full swing, and the outside is as calm as water.I just looked at her feet without moving.She asked me, "What do you see on my feet?" Then she stretched her feet forward as far as she could, wiggled her toes a few times, and after stopping, she used her big toe to bounce the black velvet uppers. Play earn earn jump.When she said this and acted like this, her beautiful face was flushed with pink, as if she was held by a partner when she first fell in love. "I didn't look at your feet," I said, "you see that none of the stones used to pave the railway are round." She said, "You looked at my feet, I saw you staring at my toes for a long time. "I asked: "What's so good about your toes?" At this moment, shocking the world, weeping ghosts and gods, fighting against the sky is not afraid of the storm, fighting with the earth is not afraid of deep ravines, fighting with people is not afraid of the hidden arrows. up.She suddenly unbuckled the shoe and took off the shoe, exposing her feet and ten toenails with a snap.God, earth, earth, those ten toenails are all dazzling bright red, like ten shrunken suns lying on the bones of her ten toes, and those toenails are carefully Trimmed, half-circle like a moon, gentle and soft like a plump, blood-red hand belly at her age.I was a little shocked.I know that it is all stained by smashing the safflower of a kind of nail grass.I smelled a woman's pink and meaty smell, and saw that in the pink and beautiful breath, there was a grassy and rustic smell that was half green and half fishy, ​​sprinkled under my nose.People often say that love cannot be contained in the sky, and love cannot be contained in the richness of the earth; but in the world, only the friendship of revolution is more important. The friendship of revolutionaries is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, and the mountains are higher than the sea. It is not as broad and deep as the revolutionaries' love at first sight. .What kind of person do you want to be?To be a person is to be an honest person.To be honest, there was an indescribable flower blooming petal by petal in my heart at that time, but the sound of blooming was like a car running past my heart.She stared at me with pursed lips, as if she was about to test me, she slid down from the rails and stretched her feet forward.God, heaven, earth, earth, she used the rays of those ten suns to burn my heart... I was overwhelmed by a kind of divine power.I saw a pair of well-defined shoe prints on her beautiful feet. The white of the feet often exposed to the world seeped black into purple, while the feet inside the shoes were as white as if there was no blood.Because of the white, the red is deep and thick; because of the red, the white is thin and tender.This is her foot?What about her calves, her thighs, her body?Can it not be more white and tender than this white tenderness?Self-consciously, I slid off the rails as though I were being lured, legs straight and spread apart so her legs were between mine, right under my arms.I don't know what my face looked like at that moment, I just felt my heart beating like heaven and earth, and my blood was rolling like a yellow river.There was no enemy to instruct me in secret, no enemy to guide me, so my hands trembled and stumbled like a long march and stretched towards her feet.At this moment, this great, holy moment, when I was about to touch her blood-red toenails, she pulled her feet back coldly.The air froze between her and me, and the sky and the earth kept spinning.Fortunately, after only freezing for a little while, the ice and snow between her and me melted again, and the leaves and flowers bloomed like a spring in March.She only retracted her feet a little bit, then smiled shyly and slowly stretched out her feet like flowers blooming on a moonlit night.At that time, the boundless desolation on the railway warmed us up, and the boundless dullness outside the city boiled us down.The sun is transparent and brilliant, spreading over the field like a huge red silk sheet covering the earth.A pair of sparrows and swallows were chirping on the track beside us.I just held her feet up like a mouthful, placed them on my closed legs, and touched her red toenails with trembling hands.I felt from her left foot to her right foot, from little toenail to big toenail.I felt her toes trembling uncontrollably in my hands, and felt her blood flowing like a river on her feet.I touched her toenails once, twice, a dozen times, dozens of times or hundreds of times, and found out that the red color was as thick as a paper, and I felt the fishy smell and fragrance of the plant like nail grass on my skin. The tip of the hand is scattered and volatile.Followed by the light plant smell, there is a strong and extremely pink feminine smell, turning around and hitting me like a hail of bullets.I was completely overwhelmed by the red smell, the sky fell, the world spun, my head was dizzy with happiness, my lips were trembling, and my upper and lower teeth were chattering.I took her feet and kissed them wildly, from the little toenail to the big toenail, from the phalanx to the top of the foot, but as I kissed and kissed, she took her feet out of my hands .Suddenly, we heard the sound of songs being broadcast on the speakers in the village.First, a loudspeaker sang a song in bright red, and then, like the thousands of shouts from a lunatic asylum, there were broadcasts in all directions, playing slogans and songs.Among them, the trumpets in the village closest to us play loud and bright songs, new and popular, and the lyrics are shining brightly. Like silk, glittering and shining, each one is like water drops and waves splashed by the lyrics.I saw her listening to the lyrics and notes of the song that I was not famous because I was too familiar with it, her face was excited and rosy, as if the melody of the song was like water, flowing into her veins, like waves rolling, surging. to her face.She just froze in that song, in that piece of broadcasting, her eyes passed behind me, fixed on the direction of the village behind me, fixed on the sound of the chaotic broadcasting, her face was hung like a wet winter day A piece of red silk was frozen in mid-air, but her hands, at some point, were placed on the first button of her neck, as if she wanted to unbutton it because of irritability, and because I was in front of her, she There was no way to unbutton it, so I had to put my hand on the button.The tips of the fingers trembled as if they were touching hot iron, knocking the red and yellow button to make a fine copper sound.I wanted to find out what the loudest song was, so I raised my ears in the air, so I seemed to hear clearly that the revolutionary song coming from the speakers in the east was "Will the Revolution" by Black Iron and White Steel. Carry it out to the end", the revolutionary song from the west is the sonorous and powerful "Down with the US Emperor and Soviet Revisionist Reactionaries", from the south is "Dragon Rising and Tiger Leaping to the Top", and from the north is the red and fragrant "Please Drink a Cup of Butter Tea" and "Accuse the Evil Old Society" with sweat and tears. The song that descends from the top of the head is "Learning from Dazhai and Chasing Dazhai" full of earthy smell. The song drilled from the ground is dancing and laughing, "Beat the Gong and Dance the Dance" with silk flying.I am familiar with these songs, and I can sing every sentence. After listening to the first half sentence, I know the second half sentence, and after listening to one sentence, I know the whole song.However, I can't remember the song that is the most roaring, loudest, most touching and touching on the top of my head, behind my head, on my chest, and on both sides of me. What is the title of a song full of passion, restlessness, and accelerated blood flow.Needless to say she was as excited by the songs as I was.It was she who was aroused by the song before I was aroused.It was she who transmitted her agitation to me.I want to ask her what is the name of the most booming and familiar song, but when I want to ask, I see her eyes staring at me and her lips are a little purple.God, heaven, earth... at some point she had unbuttoned her first button, and her hands were trembling on her second button.That's the way it is.That's it, that's it!The sky is high and the clouds are light, and there are no geese flying south; the setting sun is like blood, and there is red everywhere.She undid the second button and her hands froze on the third.It should be said that the two buttons of her clothes were untied by the revolutionary song she heard.Through her two buttons, a triangular piece of white tenderness was opened for me. I seemed to have seen her smooth pink blouse hanging on both sides of her chest like a curtain opened, and the open In the pink screen room, her pair of big breasts towered up to the sky, attracting me like two snow-white, huge, agile and lively sheep heads on the top of the mountain under the sun.The warm sunlight condensed, and the air froze.We looked at each other, no one said a word, but I seemed to have seen her take off her polyester shirt.The blouse was placed on the rail beside her, but she was still sitting on the green grass under the rail as usual, with her naked upper body hanging in the air, like a naked god hanging there.It must be a sunny day, looking at the red dress wrapped in plain clothes, it is extraordinarily enchanting.It's all over, count the romantic figures, and look at the present.I was shocked, I was frightened, my blood was like rivers and rivers, and my breath was like a strong wind. At that moment, looking at her, I was dumbfounded and stupid.My eyes passed through her clothes, and my hands seemed to touch her body.I imagine that when she bares herself and is naked, the beauty of a woman will be clear to the world.Think about it, her hair is so black, hanging down like a silk cloth around her neck, her body is so white, it seems that her hair is blackened in the setting sun to set off her whiteness The black light seemed to show the blackness of her hair, so she let the white under her neck be exposed, and the hairs hung obediently behind her shoulders, and then slightly hooked towards her neck.At that time, you will never know how beautiful her neck is. It is round, long, and white with a dark red, like a pillar of jade that has been rubbed and caressed by time and hands for a long time. Red, slightly ashamed, but increasingly mixed and moving face was held up, like someone using a jade pillar to hold a big full moon that is about to rise under the setting sun.However, if you look down like me, you will soon find that her hair, her face, and her jade neck are nothing compared to her hidden white breasts.In the blink of an eye, I captured the softness and firmness of her protruding breasts, which did not seem to sag at all.And on the plump and swollen pair of big breasts, don't the two brownish-purple nipples look like two small and exquisite round dates?I seem to have seen the two slightly sunken openings on the jujube head. I know it is the gate for the milk to overflow, and I know that the juice overflowing from there is fishy, ​​sweet and moist, and can make a man drunk.When thinking about the breasts, I looked around from the gate of the milk, and I saw that there were dimples on her nipples one by one, and I saw that the brown and purple nipples were floating around, from deep to deep. The milk halo layer around the light red to light red, like two little red umbrellas walking towards me.Stopping my heart on the breasts, I saw that at the junction of the nipple ring and Xuanxu's breasts, there is a beautiful boundary line like a gear wheel in red and white, and then, it is her plump and white breasts, which is Rushan The slow line where the base meets the plain is the narrow, deep and long cleavage between her breasts.I slid down the rails and tried to put her feet on my legs, letting those ten red nails shine on my thighs.She didn't cut me off.She let me hold her feet, touch those ten toenails, and think about her white breasts with peaks and valleys.We were so far apart.The distance between the two rails was just long enough for us to sit and stretch each other's legs.Those two sparrows and swallows came to us at some point.不知啥儿时候雀、燕又引来了几只乌鸦和黄鹂，几只家雀和斑鸠，它们都在几尺远近盯着她裸美的白脖子，不蹦跳，不欢叫，也不觅食儿，只偶而小心翼翼地朝她身边挪靠一两步。鸟雀们的羽毛，黑的、白的、灰色的，还有黄鹂的金色和艳红，都在落日中闪着灼目的光泽儿。空气中除了油绿的麦苗味、嫩黄的青草味、黑硬的铁轨味和温红的夕阳味，就是她壮美的清淡肉香了。并不是每个女人身上都有那微薄如粉、又浓浓烈烈的女人气息呢。我在我媳妇桂枝身上从来都没闻到那气息。新婚洞房那一夜，我对她的感情江深海深她也没让我闻到那气息。可是那当儿，坐在铁道上的落日中，她让我闻到了女人那桃花初开、梨花初放那味道。我盯着她的上身一动不动。我的目光僵死在了她的身子上。我感到我的眼珠又疼又硬，像是谁硬放在我眼眶中的两个小球儿。我觉得我的头有些晕，眼也有些花。可就在这头晕目眩中，我又一清二楚地看见她的乳坡、乳沟和光滑雪白的肚皮上，有胎毛一样茸软弱小、微灰微白的小汗毛，和针尖一样细，和针尖一样短，在田野的风中轻摇轻摆，闪着一个微粒一个微粒的小光点，晃晃动动撩着我的眼。我听见了她身上汗毛像羽毛在风中静下来却又有的摇摆声，还似乎看见她身子挺累时，朝我微弯时，肚腹间挤出了两道横着的平行线。时间该慢不慢的脚步在我们身边踢踏踢踏响。日头就要落山了，在县城东边的山顶上红酱酱成了一摊水。天高云淡，没有南飞雁；风云变幻，留下美丽一片。 ———天间落日前的凉爽已经从田野上朝我们漫过来。她的手指仍然放在第三粒扣子上，可我觉得她已经一动不动在我面前把她上身裸了一整天，裸了几百年。我该去摸摸她的身子凉不凉，该把我身上的燥热送给她。风声鹤唳，惊是枪刀剑戟；十面埋伏，谁不魂飞魄散？同志呀你说这两句话用到这儿是不是有些不合适？可我能用什么表达我的心情呢？我正准备行动时，正准备越过边界时，天呀天，地呀地，他妈的，身前身后的广播突然不响了，歌曲的洪流突然干涸了，就像日正烈时突然飞过来半天的云，把日光遮蔽了，把火热和滚烫浇息了。她好像从梦中醒了一样猛地把我的双手从她的双脚上拿下扔到了一边去。我像走错了洞房的门一样被人推将出来了。我说：“葵花迎着朝阳开，朵朵花儿开不败。”她不理我，冷不丁儿突然站起半转身，火急慌忙地扣着那两粒衣扣儿。我说：“今朝撒下友谊种，革命情谊万年长。”她仍然不理我。扣上扣儿就火急慌忙地走掉了，沿着铁路走进落日的血红里，人像飘着的一个影儿一样立马消失了。天呀，她走了。说走就走了。无情无义地就走了。

4革命洪流浪淘尽 我回到县城时，夜幕已经结结实实降下来，城街上半残半瘫的华灯初上着。没想到在那日落时分里，县城里发生了惊天动地的事。大街上人稀物寥，那条我走过的南北主街道，几乎没有一个人影儿。原来贴在墙壁上划着红叉的大字报，被撕得七零八落，在风中悲悲切切，残喘卷动。那些铺了古砖的大街地面上，扔着许多碎石乱瓦，狼藉得改天换地，没鼻子没眼。革命洪流浪淘尽，大江东去荡尘埃。有一根被打断的锨把还是锄把扔在下水道的口儿上。有一柱电线杆，被折断后倒靠在路边的院墙上，一根电线断挂着，可线杆上的路灯却还依旧明亮着。而那些依样竖直的路灯杆上，却很少有亮着的灯，或压根就没有电灯泡。似乎路边上还有一滴一滴殷红的血，我闻到了街面上的血腥气。我知道革命在这儿升级了，心里不免有些慌神儿，好像我是走在梦里边，好像梦还在一层一层地包围着我。If the sky is loving, the sky is also old.我真不明白在我身边到底发生啥儿事。她，那个秀美的有二十来岁的姑娘或媳妇，她叫啥儿呢？年龄到底有多大？城里人还是城郊人？工作在哪儿？她到底独自坐在郊外的铁轨上干啥呢？七七八八，九九十十，我一股脑儿不知道。而且，当我看到街上战后般的景象时，似乎她在我脑里的模样也都模糊了。头发黑到哪一步，身子白到哪一步，脸儿秀到哪一步，双乳美到哪一步，谁能说得准确呢？一团乱麻如云雾，千头万绪理不来。从日近西山，到残阳如血，笔杆那么短的功夫，我们之间似乎没说几句话，就上演了那么惊心动魄的一场戏，这怎么会是真的呢？说出来你们谁能相信呢？可我和她在演着那腐化、堕落、惊心动魄的反革命的一幕戏儿时，这城里又恰在那个时候正演着革命的另外一场戏，把半个县城都打得偏瘫了。后来，我听说就是我在抚摸她的红脚趾甲那一刻，县广播站被人抢占了，舆论工具又回到革命者的手里边。