Chapter 4 Chapter 4: Overcast Clouds

Missing the Revolutionary I did not find Xia Hongmei on the Shisanli River Beach.We made an appointment to smash the stone archway, burn the statues and superstitions of every household in the village, and then after lunch, we celebrated our victory with our bodies on the Shisanli River Beach.However, the battle of the archway failed.The revolution was strangled to death by feudalism in its cradle before it was ripe.The mountain rain is about to come, the wind is full of buildings, and the dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it.When I came to Shisanli River Beach and passed the village street, those villagers looked at me with strange eyes, as if I was really a person suffering from a demonic disease.And those young revolutionaries who followed me in the morning squatted on the rocks in front of their houses with their rice bowls in their hands. When they saw me, they either ate with their heads down or turned their faces away.I don’t know if they are ashamed of their cowardly behavior and have no face to face me, or if they are suddenly like their father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother, they have begun to look down on me and dismiss me.I think they should belong to the former category, because the blood of revolutionary youth is flowing in everyone, and what is beating is the great pulse of wanting to show great ambitions and realize ideals in the revolution.The Shisanli River flows down from the depths of the Palou Mountains along the Yima River. From west to east, it flows for a total of 13 miles, so it is called the Shisanli River.Three miles south of Chenggang, the Shisanli River forms a shoal and rushes towards Yihe River.This beach is what Cheng Gang people call the Shisanli River Beach.That day, no one knew how frustrated and discouraged I was on that river beach.I walked alone on that river beach, sat alone on that river beach, and when I couldn’t see the shadow of Hongmei, I thought of the poem that any of you would memorize: You lose your pride, Yang I lose willow, willow is light, straight up to the sky.Asking Wu Gang what he had, Wu Gang took out the sweet-scented osmanthus wine... Then, I cried, and the tears fell like beads on the cobblestones under my feet.The Shisanli River Beach is empty and deserted, the river is rushing, and the sunlight from Pingnan is shining on the surface of the water, with golden, silver and silver scales shining.There is a stone dam made of cobblestones as big as a bowl and like a fist slanting in the middle of the river, raising the river half a knee deep, so that a stream of blue river flows northward, and is poured along the canal behind Chengsi. Go to fill it, go to carry out its mission.And most of the inexhaustible water overflowed from the surface of the stone dam, squeezed out from the crevices of the stones, and left endless white and bright water in the silence of the wide river beach when it ran towards the Yi River. drop and rattle.In turn, the white rushing sound made the silence on the river beach infinitely wider and deeper.Two silver-white waterfowls were rising and falling on the water surface, their feathers fell from the air, whirled and shone white, and fell to the water surface with a snap and went downstream.There is also a small crucian carp that has already reached the mouth of the water bird, and it breaks out again in the air, flying into the water like a flying knife and disappearing immediately.No one, except me, there is no one else on the whole river beach.The first revolution failed. It would be great if Hongmei could come as promised at this time.She is my only revolutionary comrade and comfort, my only supporter and supporter, my longing and sustenance, my blood, my flesh, my soul and essence.I walked up and down the river, constantly looking towards the direction of Chenggang Town.During the revolution, looking forward to the autumn water, I can't stop thinking about it, but when I am sad, there is only the river flowing.Tired from walking, my eyelids were swollen, so I picked a stone from a high place on the river beach and sat down.I don't know how long I sat there.Sitting on that rock, I unknowingly did something that dishonored the reputation of the revolution.I masturbated.

After I finished masturbating, I slowly woke up from the twilight, slapped myself in the face very critically, washed my hands with river water, washed the things, looked up at the sunset that had already set in the west, So I had to go back to the town.The next day, I sent a child to Hongmei's house with a note saying "meet at the agreed place" and then I went to the river beach to wait for her. When she still didn't come, I went to her house desperately.It was a small quadrangle courtyard unique to northern rural areas, and the courtyard was covered with green and red burnt bricks from the brick kiln.The corner posts and beams of the tiled houses on all sides are all made of excellent blue bricks, and the edges of the doors and windows are inlaid with bricks tightly and densely. The white-ashed concrete was smooth and shiny.Although this courtyard is not as tall and majestic as Cheng Temple, it did show the identity and status of the mayor's family in the years when most of the town was still adobe houses and old thatched houses.The yard is filled with the sulfurous smell of new bricks and tiles.I hate the old mayor, Cheng Qingdong, and that house.I think I should own that house, that yard, and Xia Hongmei.Cheng Qingdong soaked Chinese medicine under the window sill of the tile-roofed house in the east wing. He poured a large bag of Chinese medicine into a casserole, filled it with water, and gently pressed the Chinese herbal medicine floating on the water with his hands.Beside the window sill, there was a bamboo basket, half of which was piled up with black Chinese medicine dregs.I walked into the courtyard that I was dreaming of, first let the yellow sulfur smell of the bricks pass from my nose, and caught the light brown Chinese medicine smell sandwiched in the sulfur smell, which was very fragrant and greedy. He took a sniff and stood in the middle of the courtyard. "Cheng Qingdong, Hongmei?" He turned around and glanced at me coldly. "Going back to my mother's house." I was taken aback. "When did you leave?" He turned his head and put the pot of medicine on the windowsill. "After lunch yesterday." My heart sank in a panic. "When will you be back?" He covered the saucepan with the medicine wrapping paper. "I don't know." I suddenly wanted to sit in the old mayor's house for a while, wanted to sit on the bed in the house where Hongmei and Cheng Qingdong lived, and wanted to see all the tables and stools in the mayor's house. I want to put the bed where Hongmei sleeps, the legs of the bed, the shape, pattern, and color of the quilt, the size of the pillow, the material of the pillow cover, and the hair and smell of her that may be left on the pillow. go.But I was standing in that courtyard, and Cheng Qingdong didn't invite me into the house. After soaking the traditional Chinese medicine, he went to the basket with his feet to step on the medicine residue, stepping on half of the basket into half of the basket.After stepping on it, I picked up the medicine dregs that fell on the ground one by one into the basket.I knew he was snubbing me.I know he is afraid of revolutionaries.Non-revolutionaries are always afraid of and against revolutionaries.I saw a shovel leaning against the wall by the window.The mayor’s family has no laborers, neither the mayor nor his son belong to the proletarian laborers in Cheng Gang, but the shovel leaning there has a pointed head and a concave face, as bright as a sharp weapon.I thought it would be great to use that shovel to chop off Cheng Qingdong's head, just cut it like a watermelon.I really wanted to go over and take that shovel and shovel it on Cheng Qingdong's head, but I stood there and said, "Qingdong, we haven't seen each other in how many years?" His hand picking up the medicine dregs stopped in mid-air. "Aijun, you should stay in the army. What are you doing when you come back?" I said, "Revolution, and I came back for the revolution." He said, "Where can Chenggang Town accommodate you, a revolutionary?" I laughed. Smiling: "If you can hold red plums, you can hold me." He didn't understand what that meant, so he glanced at me, then lowered his head to pick up his medicine dregs.I said, "Who is sick?" He said, "No one is sick."

I said: "Then who are you making medicine for?" He said: "Give it to me." I said: "What's wrong with you?" He said: "It's not bad, it's fine." I said: "It's fine How do you take traditional Chinese medicine?" He said, "Bubu." I didn't ask any more questions, I really wanted to sit down, I really wanted to sit in a room, so I looked down and set my eyes on the door of the upper house on a red painted chair.I said: "Qingdong, we are classmates. I haven't seen you for a few years and you still haven't invited me to sit in the house." A little hot: "Are you really driving me away?" His face hardened a layer of green: "It's not driving me away, but please." I stared at the shiny iron shovel for a while, and resolutely left The courtyard full of sulphur and Chinese medicine smell came out.When I came out of Hongmei's house, I was depressed and desperate, how could he not let me sit in the house?How could she leave without saying goodbye?How can the revolution retreat to the safe haven of its mother's family as soon as it is frustrated?How can we forget about our love meeting?For three whole days I lay motionless on my bed at home.The failure of the first revolution had an immeasurable impact on my soul.The tree of my will fell and the monkey scattered like it disappeared from me.I was depressed and depressed, and felt that the prospects for the revolution were bleak and the future of life was bleak, as if a small boat had been abandoned in the boundless sea.And the sea is full of turbulent waves, and there are no islands or shores.However, at the time when I was most bored, my child, Hongshengyoutian, was about to eat lunch, and suddenly came to my bed from outside the door: "Father! Father! Letter, letter. Your letter——" It was a cowhide envelope, with "Long Live the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution!" printed in red Song typeface on the back, my address and name were written on the front, and the words "Inside Details" were written in the lower right corner.do you know?It was a book from heaven, a letter from heaven.It was an angel that cast a beam of light on my gloomy heart.Love Army: First of all, I would like to give you a revolutionary salute for fighting.Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, and I will talk about the reason when I go back.I returned to Chenggang Town on the 26th.With the dawn ahead, the revolution will surely move from darkness to light.May our revolutionary friendship last forever!On the 22nd of this month, Hongmei was really a beam of angelic light that illuminated my gloomy heart. Not only did she really return to Chenggang Town on the 26th, she returned to my side.More importantly, she wrote in the letter, "May our revolutionary friendship last forever!" What is revolutionary friendship?The revolutionary friendship is the kindness and love between Xia Hongmei and me. Like a husband and wife, we can caress and look at each other when no one is around. It allows me to unbutton her clothes as if walking in a city garden, and let my gaze follow her. The naked hair, the forehead, the bridge of the nose, the corners of the mouth, the neck, her breasts, the belly, the thighs and any of her most secret places were carefully watched and stroked slowly.She accepts my eyes and hands, and naturally I accept all her watching, touching and requesting of me.We draw the fighting strength from this kind of friendship, discuss the countermeasures of the revolution, and plan the actions of the revolution.I read her letter three times.I generously paid a dime to Hongsheng, the boy who watched me read the letter, and told him to go to the department store to buy sweets.At noon, I asked Guizhi to roll out a bowl of Lao noodles for me, and baked scallion pancakes at night.The sun rises in the east and shines on the world, come with a broad mind, look at the clouds and clouds in the sky, see the mountains and rivers full of love, and the socialist Yangguan Road, you and I move forward hand in hand.Move forward, move forward, move forward, move forward...

2 big outbreaks Early in the morning, I got up to pick up Hongmei.I was full of fighting spirit and passion, and walked fast and fast on the road to the south, killing the trees and hills on the roadside under my feet.There is a 60-mile Panshan Road in the 79-mile road from the county seat to Chenggang. It usually takes one and a half hours to travel by long-distance bus, and two hours if it is slower.According to normal calculations, Hongmei took a train after breakfast, and even if the first train was to reach the town, it would have to be a few rods after the sun rose.I came to a ridge eighteen miles away. It was so high and vast that I could see as far as ten miles away from the ridge.The branches of pagoda trees on the side of the road were dense and green in that season, and the prematurely withered leaves spread a thin layer on the ground.Occasionally there are unfallen flowers, scattered on the treetops, like a few bits of snow remaining on the branches.On the slopes on both sides of the road, there are patches of ups and downs, and the waist-hardened wheat trees, some are green and green, exuding a very strong and strong fishy smell; The reddish-yellow land makes the warm earthy smell of reddish brown wander around.All in all, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, the scenery is infinite, and the situation is very good.The road softly stretched out from behind me, and stretched softly in front of me, like a luminous ribbon, drifting across the Ralu Mountains and disappearing in the Funiu Mountains.The air is like washing, the trees are green, the sky is blue, and the crops are dark blue; the undulating peaks and mountains are like hunchbacks, and the peaks and ridges are like mud pills; as long as the revolutionary friendship is there, thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting.I waited for Xia Hongmei on that ridge for a long time.There is an aqueduct for drainage. In order to climb up and look far, I climbed on the aqueduct and sat on the top of the aqueduct, as if sitting in the clouds in mid-air, as if I could pinch the white clouds above my head with my hands.At that time, I suddenly remembered the moment when Chairman Mao stood on the tower of Tiananmen Square and waved to hundreds of millions of people peacefully. I unconsciously stood up from the trough, faced the mountains, and waved my right hand in the air. waved.Wave and wave.When the great river goes east, the waves will be exhausted; count the romantic figures, and look at the present.After playing, I feel that my heart has never been so vast, and I have never been so comfortable.Like a long-dried sandy land, spring rain is falling, streams are gurgling, trees are sprouting, grasses are blooming, birds are chirping, and butterflies are flying.This is not the power of love What is this?What is this but great love?Only revolutionary love can bring revolutionary power; only proletarian love can make revolutionaries soar in the blue sky.I swung my right hand sour in the air, so I opened my arms and made flying movements on the aqueduct. Then, tearing my throat, facing the sky and the earth, I sang "Hello People's Commune" and "Target Shooting" loudly. Song", "We Are All Sunflowers", "Unity is Strength", "Big Knife Cuts Off the Devils' Heads".I saw my hoarse and soothing singing voice fluttering with the wind in the sun, filling the sky with colors; and those sonorous and powerful singing lines cracked in the air like whips, hunting like flags, and those short and roaring lyrics, then Flying and roaring in the air like dagger shells, the sound is like a cannon array.I saw a middle-aged farmer driving an ox and carrying a plow under the aqueduct, put his hand on the forehead, looked at me carefully for a while, and decided that I was not the kind of person who wanted to jump off the aqueduct to commit suicide. He drove his scalper and walked in the direction I came from.I am grateful to that middle-aged farmer for not seeing me as a person suffering from a demonic disease. I think that after the success of the revolution, after becoming the mayor, county magistrate, and provincial governor, I must have given him a nest like the emperor looked for. People like to find him, build three big tile-roofed houses for his house, or arrange good jobs for his children and girls.I kept watching the farmer turn his cattle from the road into a ditch.I remember that he has black hair all over his head, but there is such a pinch of white on the top of his head.That is the only proof that one day you will be able to successfully search for revolutionary memory.Facing the ditch where the farmer with a bunch of white hair went into, I raised my clenched right fist in the air and raised my arms and shouted: "The revolution will definitely succeed—if it succeeds, it will definitely succeed—— "I called: "Make up your mind, don't be afraid of sacrifice, overcome all difficulties, and strive for victory—" I called: "Beheading doesn't matter, as long as the doctrine is true. Kill Gao Aijun, and there will be people who come after—"

When I wanted to raise my arms and shout, a long-distance bus appeared. It followed a large truck and slowly climbed up from the hillside. I jumped from the aqueduct in a hurry. After the truck drove by, I Stand in the middle of the road to stop the car.The long-distance bus slammed on the brakes in front of me, and the driver stuck his head out: "Do you want to take the car?" I grabbed the car door and stuck my head through the window: "Is Xia Hongmei sitting in this car?" The driver let go of the brake. The car drove away: "Crazy!" I chased the car and called: "Xia Hongmei——Xia Hongmei——" Then, after a while of silence, the second bus came again, and I was still in the middle of the road.The driver stopped the car: "Fuck, you don't want to live anymore, do you?" I rushed towards the bus window: "Is Xia Hongmei sitting in this car?" The driver drove away: "What the fuck? Xia Hongmei!" I chased the car and called: "Fuck you, Xia Hongmei is Xia Hongmei!" The third long-distance bus screeched to a stop in front of me again: "This is not a station, do you know that?" I was driving "Master, is Xia Hongmei on your bus?" "Who is Xia Hongmei?" "She is my sister." "Look for your sister at your house." "She came back from the county today. I have I need to tell her about something urgent." The driver turned his head back into the car: "Is there someone called Xia Hongmei? Where can your brother look under the car." There were a lot of heads in the car, and there was no voice, the master waved to me and drove the bus away , The thick smoke left behind quickly melted away on Ling Road.I stopped eight long-distance buses from the county seat to Kyushu City on this ridge, until there were many farmers who went to work on the mountain, and until the sun was approaching, some farmers returned home after work, but I didn’t see Hongmei. film.Read her letter again, confirmed the date of the 26th, and saw the ninth brand new long-distance bus driving over through the wind and waves.I stopped the car again and talked a lot with the driver. The driver even called me "crazy" a few times and asked me if I was suffering from a demonic disorder.I said that you are the most serious attack and abuse against me. Sooner or later, you will reap the consequences of yourself and shoot yourself in the foot.What did he ask you to say?When I say that you attack and abuse me, you attack and abuse a revolutionist, and to abuse a revolutionist is to abuse the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution launched by Chairman Mao himself.He said, I said you are sick and you are sick.Do you still think you are normal?Then he drove the brand new passenger car to ride the wind and waves again.However, just after the car left, Hongmei suddenly appeared in the smoke and dust behind the car.She came back in a coal truck, and when she saw me arguing with the driver on the road, she stopped the coal truck and ran towards me with a faded military satchel. "Aijun, why are you here?" I looked at her obsessively: "I'll pick you up from the first train in the morning until now." She stood still in front of me, her face was filled with emotion, and her eyes There was a scorching light in it, and after the light burned on my face for a while, she suddenly rushed up, her hands strangled my neck, and her face was only half an inch away from mine.She was waiting for love to attack and rage against her.The hot smell of her breath spread over my face.The corners of her mouth are often turned up slightly at this time, trembling and jingling.I clearly saw the blazing light in her eyes, resplendent and radiant, burning like a fire until one's bones were crisp and legs limp, making one feel that she would fall to the ground if she didn't throw herself into her arms.I want to pick her up.Shameless, presumptuous, and happy, I wanted to take off all the clothes on her body immediately, and wanted to let my things rush into her body immediately.But there was a car coming, the driver came to us and slowed down the car, poked his head and asked loudly: "In broad daylight, are you a couple of corrupt elements?" , The blunt passion immediately collapsed.Hongmei was still hanging on my neck, and said to the driver: "We are husband and wife. I walked to Tiananmen Square in Beijing after I got married. The head of the central government even received me. He will pick me up when I come back today." The driver listened Hearing Hongmei's words, he said "oh", stepped on the accelerator and walked away.After the car left, Hongmei immediately let go of her hands, and a dense layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.We both know that we are a little carried away and have forgotten the revolutionary situation in the revolutionary era.Two more farmers who had finished their work came along the road from a distance.We didn't say anything, we immediately separated and walked towards the north, I was in front, she was behind, a few steps away, we had never known each other before.In the later days, we recalled that we pretended to be strangers, but in fact, we provided good evidence for those discerning people to see through the secret.But at that time, the weather turned from warm in the morning to hot at noon, and the shade of locust trees on the road was paving the side of the road. We walked eagerly and silently in the shade, burned by an unbearable thirst .On the other side of the road, people looked at us suspiciously from time to time, and even after walking a long way, they looked back at us.At the same time, there are still cars driving past us.We walked in such a hurry and silently for a while, and found a field of wild thorns in the half-slope beside the road, and there was a small path among the thorn trees.Without hesitation or thinking, I turned towards that path, and she followed that path.The trail eased our nervousness and restlessness before the storm.Xiaolu let us both breathe a sigh of relief.I said, "Why did you go back to your mother's house without saying a word?" She said, "They dragged me home from the archway that day, and Gui Zhi's father sent someone to find that Chinese medicine doctor to give me silver needles. I got it from the toilet. I climbed over the wall and arrived at the station." I said, "His grandma, it seems that if there is no revolution, you and I would not be able to live." She said, "The county town has already fallen apart." I said, "Looking at history, which one Every revolution was forced by those in power." She said, "The county party secretary is paraded through the streets tied up." I said, "Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, Li Zicheng, the Revolution of 1911, the Shaoshan Uprising..." She said, "Now the new The county party secretary is said to be only 28 and a half years old.” I stopped in my tracks: “What did you say?” She walked up to me and said, “The current county party secretary is only 28 and a half years old.” I was silent for a while: “Where is the old one? She said: "It's the current counter-revolutionary, and the masses let him parade through the streets. I wrote you a letter and came back today just because the revolution was in full swing." Grab something.Her hands are not the kind that are ground every day, callused and scarred, blunt and thorny.She also cooks, picks vegetables, and does laundry, but her hands are soft and smooth, and every finger feels a little silky.She didn't know how much impact she had said on me, like a bucket of cold water poured on my head.I am already 24 years old, but she said that the new secretary of the county party committee is only 28 years old.Suddenly, I had a sense of inferiority complex and a sense of urgency, wishing I could go back and eat Cheng Tianqing alive, and then smash all the glass on the desk of the town party secretary and bury the secretary and mayor alive Lose.The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.At the bottom of the ditch on the east side, someone was driving two sheep to drink by the river. I had to let go of her hand and walk across the path to the west.It was a long and narrow valley, and the wheat was flourishing in the valley, and on the fields that could be watered, there were constantly farmers watering wheat looking towards us.There is a road behind, a cliff on the left, and although the slope on the right has no crops, is desolate, and the weeds are half deep, but that slope faces a bend of the road.All the vehicles and passers-by on the highway can see the sloping land clearly at a glance as long as they turn their heads at the bend.We suddenly felt that there were people around that large slope, and people were staring at me and Xia Hongmei.We didn't know where to hide.We have already turned a big circle on that slope, descended to the bottom of the ditch and climbed up from the bottom of the ditch, and the legs of our trousers were covered with grass hairs and thorns.We didn't say where we were going or what we were going to do, but we both knew what we were going to do somewhere.Sweat soaked my shirt collar.Her pink polyester shirt was also sticking to her body with white sweat, which made her erect breasts stand up even more.Because of the sweat, her face was red and bright, and there was a little heat evaporating, which made her have a dizzying fragrance of a woman's flesh floating on the slope.We don't talk, the tacit understanding is like shoes and road patterns under our feet.We have been walking on that slope for a long time, and she didn't say "forget it", let alone me.I came to wait for her early in the morning in order to find such a secluded place here for her and me.In that secluded paradise, we want to burn, we want to explode, we want to revolution, we want to smash the iron chains and build a new love.After walking south from that slope for a while, we stopped at the edge of a pile of knee-deep grass.It was a gentle slope, and a piece of soil was piled up on the slope. The grass on the mound was lush and green, as if the pile of soil was piled up specially for weeds to grow.At the foot of the cliff behind the pile of weeds and wasteland, Leng Ding gave birth to a cave dwelling.The cave dwelling sucked our eyes away.We walked towards the entrance of the cave.The cool wind blowing from the entrance of the cave hit us coldly.It was an old tomb. After the bones were removed, an empty tomb hole was left for her to sit on. I took a step into the tomb to have a look.The tomb is five feet wide and seven feet deep, and it is as tall as a person, as big as a small house.The wet ground was flat and glowing crimson, and two square logs that had been used to support the coffin and more than a dozen blue bricks were still thrown on the ground.On the ventilated part of the cave wall near the cave entrance, gray cobwebs were formed on the walls and corners.There are spiders crawling on that web.There is a shallow layer of moss in the depths of the tomb.Needless to say, no one entered the tomb after the corpse and the coffin were carried away.At that moment, I thought, it would be great if this tomb was near Chenggang Town, so that it could be the place where Hongmei and I dated forever.It's a pity that there is a hillside road eighteen miles away from Chenggang.It's a pity that Hongmei and I are in Chenggang Town together. It's more difficult than going to heaven to have such a real incident.I kicked the wooden sticks and bricks on the cemetery to one side, and pulled out a large bundle of weeds at the entrance of the cave, carried them in and spread them on the cemetery, and when I came out to pull the weeds again, Hongmei had already pulled out a bunch of weeds there.I said: "Enough, enough." She said: "Lay it thicker." We laid a thick grass on the ground of the tomb, and piled a pile of dogtail grass at the head of the coffin in the cemetery Make pillows.Then, it was time to unbutton and undress, to do what we had been anxiously waiting for days and nights, but for some reason we didn't move.We sat on the grass facing each other, looking at each other peacefully, the thirst that filled our bodies just now disappeared, and our hearts were actually peaceful at this moment.She asked: "Don't you like me?" Icicles under the eaves.I said, "Your hands are so cold." She gave me a wry smile.I said: "Are you afraid? You must be afraid." She said: "Aijun, do you think we will succeed in the revolution in Chenggang? What if we don't succeed? You and I have to be full of ambitions." Miles." I said, "Hongmei, don't worry, you are not afraid of failure, but you are afraid of getting discouraged; as long as you have perseverance, an iron rod will be ground into a needle." She nodded to me trustingly, "Untie my button Go." I started to unbutton her.Like a little girl waiting for an adult to undress her and go to sleep, she asked me to unbutton her clothes.After taking off her clothes, she was still sitting in the light at the entrance of the tomb, covering her legs with a cloth shirt, watching me unbutton my own clothes and take off my own clothes and pants.My movements were neither fast nor slow, and I took off my shirt while looking at her naked body.There was a cold dampness in the tomb, which made her face have a light blue color, and goose bumps covered with rice grains appeared on her snow-white body.I knew she was a little cold, maybe it was cold in her heart, even the corners of her mouth turned green.But at that time, the midday sun was shining through the entrance of the cave, and the square was like a scarf spread behind her.I went over to spread the shirt I took off in the sunlight, and I said, "Hongmei, sit here." She said, "Aijun, just hug me for a while, I'm really dizzy. "I hurriedly picked her up, and put her in the sun like a baby, and then, wearing only a pair of underpants, I sat tightly opposite her, and put her smooth and cold legs on my chest. on the thigh.We sat across from each other, the sun streaming down her shoulders, sweeping over the tips of her nipples onto my lap.I felt that the piece of sunlight falling on me was warm and itchy like yarn rubbing on my body.The tomb was extremely quiet at that time, and the sound of the air flowing from the entrance of the tomb was like autumn leaves floating in the air, and when it passed through the sunlight, it was like the bouncing sound of a drop of water scorching and drying up in a hot pot.Her hair was much longer than before, almost resting on her round shoulders.There was a strand of hair falling on her shoulders and draping over her breasts, leaving the bridge empty.I saw the fine motes of sunlight dance under Hashikara's hair, before being sucked away by the shade on the side of her breast.There were also sunbeams and dust particles escaping from the shade, returning to the beam of sunlight on her shoulder, jumping to find the end of the beam of sunlight, and found the star on her right that began to emerge from the light blue cold Waking up on the nipples.After the nipple was exposed to the sun, it had turned from purple to purple, and it began to jump up and down in her breath, like a small white animal that had woken up and opened its eyes.I was a little agitated by the awakened nipple, and I stroked and sucked on it with all my heart and soul. When I felt that the right side of her body was warmed up and the left side was still cool and shaded, I gave a hug. Picking her up, I sat her on my lap, with my legs stretched from my waist to behind me, and I twisted my body on the graveyard and did a half-turn, letting the sun shine from her and mine. It penetrated between her breasts, exposing her whole breasts and both breasts to the sun.I said, "Is it warm?" She nodded and asked, "Can we get married?" I was taken aback and replied, "I'm afraid not." She said, "Why?" Revolution, you and I will both be revolutionaries." She bit her lip and said nothing more.At this time, her smooth buttocks sat on my bare thighs for a long time, and she felt a little uncomfortable, so she tightened her braided hands around my neck, and squeezed my thighs again.Her breasts rub against my chin, and every breath makes those warm nipples brush my lips and chin warmly.I didn't suck that nipple.I know she's not teasing me, not seducing me.We are discussing the most profound and acute big issues, and we are trying to weigh the weight of revolution or love.She looked at me half-confused and half-bewildered, her face was warmed by the sun, and it was as delicate and charming as before, but that layer of misty doubts still permeated her face.In the innermost part of the tomb, water drops hanging from the earth wall suddenly dripped down and landed on the old coffin, like jade falling on the Xuanxu mound.We all looked in the direction of the dripping water behind us, and turned our heads to look at each other hugging each other so naked.I said, "You don't understand what I'm saying?" She said, "Yes, of course revolution is important. I graduated from high school, and I have been a class leader since the first grade, and a member of the school's propaganda team. Why don't I know why? I I don’t really want you to marry me, as long as you want to marry me.” I said, “Yes, I dream of it.” She said, “Really?” I said, “Really, Hongmei. You It made my thigh numb." She let go of her hand and said, "Aijun, you came to pick me up early in the morning and led me to this tomb just to make me sit naked and sit?" I said, "I want to take you Look at it enough. You don't know how beautiful your body is, how attractive you are, just like I thought." She said, "Is it true?" I said, "It's true. Don't you know?" She stood up, although she was still holding her blouse to cover her legs, but her slender legs were standing behind the blouse like two jade pillars, showing a hazy plump appearance, more and more beautiful. It makes people restless, their minds are not keeping their homes, and they want to go berserk.But I hold back.I haven't seen enough of her, she's just as naked as I'd imagined.She stood on the entrance of the tomb like that, looked down at her chest and legs, raised her head, her face was shining brightly, and her smile hung on the corner of her mouth like the sunrise through the window.She asked: "Where do you want to see me?" I said: "Anywhere is fine, I want to see anywhere." At this moment, she suddenly threw away the cloth shirt that was covering her legs with a bang. With a bang, he put his whole body naked in front of me.At that moment, her face was filled with the conviction and fearlessness of a revolutionary, and flashed with arrogant pride and arrogance. "Aijun, you can see wherever you want, and you can see me however you want. You can see the darkness from now, and then you can see the dawn from the darkness, and you can also see the sky tomorrow." , and the world will continue to watch." She said: "You can watch here for three days and three nights without blinking, if there is food, we will not leave this tomb door for the rest of our lives, and in this life, I, Xia Hongmei, will have only one hair from head to toe. I gave you every single hair of your revolutionary, Gao Aijun." I was overwhelmed by Hongmei's arrogance, and frightened by her slim naked body, I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say it for a while. Just holding it in my throat, I don't know what kind of words I was holding back.The sun was moving overhead, and the kerchief-like patch of white light in the tomb narrowed and shrank a little to the outside of the cave.Because of love, because of the passion and flame of revolution, the coldness has faded from us.She has completely retreated from Hongmei's timidity.Revolution and love filled that grave.The inside of the tomb also seemed to be much brighter than before, and we could see the weeds outside the tomb opening swaying in the slight breeze.A piece of thread could be seen shining brightly in the sunlight on the collar of the shirt that Hongmei had thrown away.You can see the dust and drops of water on the spider web at the corner of the tomb.You can see that the deepest wall in the tomb is not only covered with a fluffy layer of moss green, but also a few small grasses that have never seen the sun for a lifetime grow in the green moss. They are as high as a finger, with three petals and yellow It is so weak that it seems that it will fall from the wall of the tomb if touched.她就那么立在那，双手交着抱在双肩上，用胳膊把她的乳房直挺挺地举在肩头下。那样正好使日光把她的双乳全都照亮了，使那硕大圆满的双乳金光闪闪，仿佛是女人的两颗灿烂无比的银日头。在那日头下，她的上身在一段匀称细腻之后，腰部突兀舒缓的细下来，细到了似乎双手的掐指就能把她的腰掐住，然后那股细儿没有延多久，臀部又轰地一下炸开来。我惊疑我在城郊那时候怎么没发现她的细腰炸臀儿，是因为那时候她是坐姿吗？我的嘴唇有些干，喉咙痒得如有鸡毛在喉咙里飞上又飞下。咽了一口唾液，我咬了我的下嘴唇，努力不让我的心猿意马这当儿发了疯。我还想一遍一遍地朝她看下去。我要把她动人的裸身从我的双眼吞进我的肚子里。我不明白她已经生过桃儿了，除了她的细润的小肚儿有些许浅淡的孕折和那折里的红颜色，无论如何不知道还能从她哪儿能看出她是一个生过娃的女人哩。她双腿修长，大腿圆圆滑滑，没有一点儿赘肉附在她的腿上和臀上。她的脚趾上依然染着十粒红指甲，像十个粉红色的扣儿缀在她的十个脚趾上。于是，那脚指就使她的双腿鲜亮了，使她的全身愈发白得照人了。你想，她这么一个荡动人心的裸人儿，她怎么会是一个普通的女人呢？怎么会是农村小镇上的一个少妇呢？她不是女人的神佛又是啥儿呢？不是老天送给男人的神妇又是啥儿呢？她原来是直直站着的，也许站久了，也许她是为了别的啥，为了把她的身上的旮旮旯旯、一角一凹全都在我面前展出来，她就把身子半旋了，把左腿朝前伸了伸，让她的上身倾斜着，重心全都压到了右腿上。这样一来，那越来越窄的一条日光恰巧照在了她小腹下的三角上，使那儿本来神秘柔暗的毛儿忽然都闪在了日光里，使那些柔柔的毛儿，显出了它曲曲的倔犟和骨气，仿佛那些毛儿每一根都想挣扎着站起来，挺起腰杆来，在光天化日之下晒日头，经风雨，打出一分属于它的天下来。在那日光下，那片面积有半只巴掌大小，呈半金半黄的毛儿上，每一根的毛尖顶上都闪着一滴红色的光。能看见日光从那毛层穿过去，像日光穿过稠密的葡萄架，晒在架下的皮肤上。由于日光从墓里退去了大半截，由于我们早已适应了墓里的光线和气色，我发现那四壁泥土的颜色比先前深重了，成了淋漓的水红色，红得有些黑起来。这深重的黑红色，倒使她越发白丽了。使她白丽得就如一尊白玉神像儿，如大理石雕成的神妇儿。我那么仔细的看着她，那么长久的看着她，如读书背文一样看着她。看着她我想对她说句话。我不知道该对那裸儿说句啥儿话。我该说句啥儿呢？说句啥儿才不辜负她给我的展览和奇丽？我说：“红梅，不管你信不信，为了你，我死了都要把程岗的革命搞起来，都要把程岗的革命闹成功。”她又有些站累了，把重心换到另一条腿上去，让那一条日光照在她的臀部上，像一块玻璃挂在她的臀部上，然后望着我说：“高爱军，只要你把程岗的运动搞起来，把革命闹起来，我夏红梅为你死了，为革命死了我都不后悔。”把拳头捏出水来，捏得汗从手缝挤出来，把身上的躁动和对革命的饥渴全都捏在我手里。我说：“红梅，闹不成功我能对得起革命吗？能对得起组织吗？能对得起你夏红梅脱光衣裳大半天，我想看哪你就让我看哪的一片真情吗？”兴奋像彩霞飘舞样挂在她脸上，然后她低头看了一下自己的十粒脚趾甲。把双腿一曲，胸脯在半旋的扭动中挺起来，又突然紧围着胳膊绕成一个环，双手交错，手心向上，猛地抬头，却并不看我，而是看着右边的墓壁。她脸上挂着轻松的笑，像飘着三月的柳絮和杨花。她的整个人儿，就如在舞台上跳完舞的演员最后做出的收场动作样，使她身上所含的女人的奇异都完全彻底、淋淋漓漓地显出来。耸立上翘的乳房，微微颤动的乳头儿，因为螺旋拉展了的腰间的孕褶儿，特别突出挑起的臀部和臀部上闪挂的日光，在凝固中健起来的大腿的肉，还有她腿间因为身子旋转，变得更加神秘、模糊，半遮半掩的小腹下部的三角毛地儿。她把女人的神秘像放在桌上的一盆花样摆在了我面前。我手心的汗汩汩潺潺朝外流，使我得不断地住我穿的军用裤头上擦着手，把流汗的毛孔堵起来，不然，我怕激动起来的血液会从脉管挤到手心续着汗水的流淌朝我的身外儿渗。坟墓外有收工回家的脚步声，似乎就响在我们的头顶上。这脚步声如期而至，它在我被欲火点燃的身上洒了一层水。我看见红梅在那脚步声中，脸上掠过了一层黄，可待那脚步声由近至远，那如花一样烂熳的兴奋就又红彤彤在了她脸上。她不言不语，朝我看一下，忽然又把她凝固了的那个动作收回来，哗地一下，开始单腿独立了。她一只胳膊卡在腰肢上，一只胳膊伸向头顶，食指顶在墓顶上，由于屏声吸气，使她的腹儿凹陷下去了，臀也收缩了，从而使她本来秀单的身子更如一枝条儿了，仿佛一棵剥了皮又白又水的葱棵栽在墓口上。紧接着，她又做了一个“鹤翔”、一个“雁飞”、一个“卧雀”、一个“凤凰展翅”、一个“换腿金鸡”，还有下腰、弓背、半旋、全旋。她一口气在墓里给我做出了十几个舞台上的舞蹈动作，把墓地上潮湿的泥土踢起许多，右脚上的五粒红趾甲，有三粒已经被墓土盖住了。由于不断要把胳膊朝空中伸上去，她的十个手指上有几个都挂了墓顶上的红泥土。有一次下腰直立时，有几粒泥土从墓顶落下来，从她的乳坡滑到乳沟，又跟着她渐起的上身，沿着乳沟朝下滚，有的落到地上去，有的粘在她的肚子上，如一颗颗粉红的星星嵌在她的肚子上。日光已经从墓里退到了墓口上。外面的荒草不再摆动了。没有风，山坡上的静谧铺天又盖地。远处沟那边的青麦苗，在日光中变成了亮黄色。公路上不断走过的汽车，使坟墓的四壁轻摇轻摆地抖。红梅就那样在墓里摆着各种各样的舞姿儿，仿佛她彻底沉进那些舞姿动作了，淹没在她的舞蹈里边了。不管墓穴里的地方大小，不管墓壁四周对她有多少束缚和捆绑，她就那么一个一个地摆着、跳着她的舞蹈和姿势，展览着女人的奇异和美丽。那一刻，我身上的旺火平静了，被她的异美慑住了。她说过县城有个文化宫，说她自小就是那文化宫的学生哩，说她曾经跟着被人说成是一个“破鞋”、“腐化堕落分子”的女老师练过舞，还跟着一个从县豫剧团调到文化宫的专门唱青衣的男演员学过唱豫剧，说她是城关中学演唱队最有出息的女演员，说她曾经被校长点派去给从地区和省城来检查乡村扫盲工作的干部跳过舞，唱过戏，可惜到将读高中时，他爹让她退学了，让她哥哥去县一高读书了，从此她那业余的舞台生涯被那个在城关镇守了一生大门，扫了一生院子，给书记和乡长烧了一生茶水的父亲扼杀了。她说若不是退学，也许她就考上地区的戏校了，考上戏校也许她就是地区或者县剧团的专业演员了，那样她就不会嫁到程岗镇，决不会就这样平平淡淡地过日子，做一个老师的媳妇和一个老镇长的儿媳妇。如果她是剧团的一个演员她会是啥儿模样呢？她会成为一个县长或县委书记的儿媳吗？会如那天专门为了等我一样独自坐在城郊和我相遇吗？会对运动和革命有如此饱满的热情吗？会被在头上、手上扎满银针吗？会在这墓地里脱光衣裳赤裸裸为我表演“飞翔”、“独立”、“雀跃”的动作吗？当然她不会，也许那时她就是另外的命运了。我想，她之所以那天能在那一穴墓里为我疯疯癫癫，颠颠狂狂，沉沉醉醉，醉醉迷迷，就是因为她嫁到了程岗镇，嫁到了程天民的家，嫁给了那个永远不愠不火的老师程庆东。那么，她嫁到程岗是为了啥儿呢？当然不是为给程家做个媳妇生儿育女哩，不是来历史悠久，令人仰慕的名镇做一个百姓和社员，而是为了来程村和我一道做程村的掘墓人，做革命的发动者和组织者，做程岗事业的接班人，做我不幸婚姻的补充和满足，做我能同床共枕的革命者和左膀与右臂。我有些感激她，有些受宠若惊，有些对现实中的人生过分甜美的疑惑和晕眩。我对她在我身边的出现有些猝不及防呢，对她对革命的忠贞深感崇敬呢，对她甘愿为我献出一切的热情受之有愧又心安理得呢，对她随时随地又无论何时何地都可以对爱所爆发出的激情感到不可思议又心旷神怡呢。我望着她，丁滴儿不漏地望着她不断变化的每个动作和身上因动作变化而变化的每一丁点的姿势和肤色，肤色和神态。我看见她做“鹤翔”的姿势时，头向上抬，脸上憋出了桔红色，连耳垂儿都成了如花蕊的两滴儿红，而那时候因为胸脯的卧伏和放松，那两个乳房，仿佛是倒挂在那儿的两朵白里含红的牡丹花，轻轻地摇动着，似乎要从她的胸上掉下来，使你生怕果真掉在满是泥土和杂草的墓地上，恨不得伸过双手去把那丰硕自由的双乳托在自己的双手上；她做上仰躬背姿势时，那双乳又牢牢地扣在胸脯上，使乳肤上的每一线肤丝都绷得紧紧的，使得那乳面上精细的血脉或红或绿，或曲或直都清清白白在墓口的半空中。而当她彻底地把腰仰躬下去，差一点使倒伸的双手触到墓地那当儿，她的小腹和大腿全都绷紧了，使那儿成了一块宽阔辽远的一片平地儿，使那一片平地几乎是悬浮平展在墓室的半空里，仿佛一面中间有块褐黄的镜子被她架在墓空中。也许，那时候她不知道她把她最隐秘的房门打开了，把一房永远秘暗的窗子推开了，把女人的奇丽毫不保留地送到我的眼前了，我看见水淋淋的蝴蝶、鱼儿都在那房秘室里，看见蝴蝶如梦样从窗里飞将出来了，看见鱼儿从门的下坎那儿游将出来了。我又一次浑身烧烫起来了，汗水从双手倾盆大雨地流出来，喉咙却如三年无雨样干旱着。我无以遏制，我也不想再遏制我的激情了。我让我的目光饿狼扑食样从她打开的那扇门里穿进去，从那扇窗里透进去捉那飞出的蝴蝶游出的鱼。我扑过去把她抱在怀里，放平在了草铺上。墓里的安静如她、我都死了一模样。她望着那墓顶。我望着她。她躺的地方正是摆放棺材那位置，在墓室的正中央，头朝里，脚向外，人仰躺。她是一个活活生生的神妇儿，在那一片绿草上，如一条游累了的白条鱼在水中凝着歇一歇，身上的汗，淋淋地挂满她全身。她就那么仰躺着，等待着，每一次呼吸，她的乳房和肚儿都突然地升上来，又突然地落下去。我半坐半跪在她的大腿边。当我情难自禁地把手放在她的大腿上时，她腿上的肉猛地悸动几下，跟着浑身都颤动了一阵子。她似乎等我对她的触摸她等了几千年，终于就在墓里躺下时候等到了。我开始从她的脸上一路朝着她的下身摸过来、吻过来。她那么鲜嫩，那么敏感，无论是小腿、大腿、肚子、乳房、肩头、脖子，无论我的手在那儿抚摸，她都浑身跟着叮当颤抖，哆嗦不止，使那坟墓里一时挤满了她哗哗的哆嗦和粗重、滚烫的呼吸声。最后，当我把她那十粒脚趾甲上的泥土都慢慢剥掉，让那十块碎裂的日光片似的趾甲重又露出鲜亮的，她急不可耐地把我拉到了她的乳房下，焦渴地抓起我的双手捺到她的双乳上。她的双乳里深藏的悸跳这时就如冲出闸门、飞奔跳跃的水头样冲撞在我的手心上。我知道她已经十分难耐了，和我一样不能等待了。火已经劈劈剥剥地烧起来，力量已经千钧一发地聚起来。情爱革命事紧急，一发之际关全局，日升能照千亩田，月落田地尽黑迷。树上的柿子圆又圆，枝头伸到你面前，要摘你就快点摘，迟一点不如早一点。过了白露寒霜降，落了柿子后悔难。一树绿叶一树桃，青枝绿叶长得牢，五月端午没下雨，旱得桃树弯下了腰，开恩你把泉水放，天下只有你能吃仙桃。一对燕子唧唧喳喳叫，飞来飞去进窝巢，一个打口食，一个铺地草，欢欢喜喜筑窝儿，唱了一曲革命调。革命就像爬高山，高山上日头圆又圆，一级台阶一觉悟，觉悟就像日光照心间。照心间，心儿暖，滚烫的热血流心田；流心田，润心肝，心花怒放笑开颜；笑开颜，写诗篇，幸福的日子万万年，万万年，万万年，万万年呀万万年……可是，可是呀可是，我万万也没想到，就在我把她的双腿分开，让我强硬的物儿冲进她的体内时，我跪着的膝盖被啥儿搁住了。我把膝下的野草扒了扒，手从草里摸出了一样东西来。是一节枯腐了的尸骨头，像埋在土里沤久了的一段枣木或榆木，黑黑的，灰灰的，手指一样粗，寸半长一些，上边有无数虫蛀的小眼儿，一看便知那是那墓里丘过的那具死尸的手指骨。当我知道那是死人的指骨时，有股寒气从我手上哗哗一下水泄般流遍了我全身，血脉中原来那急切的滚烫轰的一下冰凉了，凝住了。我垮了。倒塌了。黎明前的曙光不见了。把那节手骨慌忙扔到墓外边，我再也不能坚硬竖直了。红梅坐起来有些可怜地望着我，我拿起她的手在我脸上一连掴了几耳光，然后她挣着把手缩回去，缩回去又试着伸出来去我的脸上抚摸着。我便掉了泪。我们便相互依着重新盯着那座潮湿殷红的墓室看，像看我们俩的一口棺材样，哑哑的谁也不说话。日光离墓口更远了。墓口前那片阴凉是一层浅红色，那堆虚土上的野草，每一棵、每片叶上都还跳着日光的亮泽儿。墓里依旧明明亮亮，连墓角那蜘蛛细茸般的腿角都能分辩出。能看见蜘蛛腿上有一层水气似的绒毛儿，在它的走动中，晃晃悠悠摇摆着。我们身下的一铺草，有被红梅压过的痕窝儿。墓腐的气息和草气、潮气在墓里混成青红乳白的气味朝墓口流过去，出口后碰上日光就烟消云散了，不见踪迹了。 3大爆发好似夜深人已静，平地风雷正滚来。你们谁都无法明白，无法理解，奇迹是如何发生的。我告诉你们，对于革命者，奇迹只能靠革命来创造。革命是一切奇迹的源泉，革命是奇迹的发动机，革命是奇迹的策源地，革命是奇迹的阳光和雨露，春风和沃土，时令和季节。Who would have thought?有谁能够想到呢？我和红梅从那墓里出来时，沮丧如霜如雪一样把我俩包围着。我们一丁一点都没想到如火如荼的爱情会被那一节尸骨的寒气所扑灭。我们在那儿坐等着熊熊烈火能再次燃起来，可我们越等沮丧便越如霜雪一样把我们覆盖着。我们手拉着手从那墓里出来了，默默地走着就如走在通往我们自己爱情墓地的山路上。我们彼此一言不发，行如死尸，可快到那山岭的路上时，我们却隐隐听到了从哪个村落传来了隆隆的喇叭声，好像二月惊蛰之后，从山外、天外传来遥远的雷响样。日光已经平南靠西，岭梁的田野上空荡无人。远处沟那边的山坡草地上，挂着几只啃草的白羊，放羊的主人不知是回家吃饭去了，还是在哪里躺着歇懒。在那村喇叭响声的缝隙中，能听到那些绵羊走动的声音和绿汪汪的啃草声。我们就沿着来路往坟墓以西的公路上走，小路上的毛扎草，不断有半指长的针刺扎在我们的裤管后，离了草根无依无靠地落在脚地上，挂在裤腿上。到公路边上时，我俩的裤腿上沾满了那黑色发亮的毛刺儿。有一股热暖暖的熟草气息，灰灰白白地钻进我们的鼻子里。我让她像城里人那样把手穿在我的胳膊弯儿里，她就那样穿进去挎着我的胳膊走。日光热暖，田野静寂。从庄稼地飞来的蝴蝶、蛾儿和蚂蚱不断的跨过公路，从这块田地到了那块田地去。待我们爬到坡半时，我们又听到了从坡那边传来了大喇叭的说话声。因为坡隔树阻，听不清那喇叭里说了啥，可等那说话过去了，喇叭里传来了如细水长流样的二胡和笙的音乐声，接着又是哪首革命歌曲柔美奔放的音乐声。能看见那歌曲的音符桃红梨白地在我们的头上飘，如水面上载满花叶的河流从我们头上欢欢畅畅地流过去。我们的脚步忽然有些轻快了，饥饿也被乐曲惩恶除霸地赶走了。我们边走边听，边听边走，听到激动处，会立在路的中央用耳朵去捕捉那歌曲的谱儿和词儿，会情不自禁地立在那儿彼此吻一下。她把她的舌头卷成一个细小的卷儿送进我的嘴里让我吮吸着，又从那卷儿里吹进我嘴里一股凉阴阴的风，还有那随风而至的她香甜的唾液和飞溅在我上腭上的液珠儿。我从那清新的风和唾液里品出一股令人醉死的菊花味、梅花味、牡丹味、芍药味、莲藕味、槐花味、苹果味、脆梨味、橘子味、葡萄味，还有那山坡上节节草的腥润味，车轮花的菊白淡香味，迎春花的菊黄浓香味，干枝草殷红的腥浓甜淡味，茅草和马尾草的粘稠腥鲜味，抓地龙草和缠树藤的黑紫各半、甘涩各半的中药甘草味。我把她的舌头紧紧地含在我嘴里，又听见从我们身后也传来了喇叭声，一样是先有一阵听不清的土语说话声，接下是奔放热烈、轰鸣嘹亮的革命歌唱声。这时候，左边、右边、远村近庄、铺铺寨寨、沟沟屯屯，凡有人的地方，凡有房屋村舍的地方，似乎接了通知、命令样，全都打开了大小喇叭，同时播放起了歌曲和音乐，使满山满野都荡满了红黄烂熳的音符和节奏。路边的槐叶在那乐声中啪啪摆动，田地的庄稼棵在乐声中快摇飞晃。天空中音符碰撞，地面上歌曲奔腾。我和红梅被那歌曲和乐声激荡起来了。我们猜想上边又有新的阳光雨露要往人们心中浇灌了。我们很想立马跑到山顶，借以听清最新的最高指示是啥儿，可我们被那些歌曲俘虏了，被一种红色激情的飞弹击中了。我们不能自制、不能自拔，不可救药了。她脸上红光深厚，眼里渴求深长，嘴角和鼻翼跳动不止。我把她的舌头从我的嘴里赶出去，把我的舌头如刀如斧一样侵进她的嘴里去，用我的舌尖努力去探寻她的上腭和舌根，去吮吸她舌面上的香甜和脆清。我们又开始呼吸困难，喘气粗重，汗随乐至，晕从天降。也许五十里外的村庄也播放喇叭了，也许二百、五百里外的村寨的喇叭全都打开了，从城市到乡村，从大兴安岭的红松下到海南岛的椰树上，五湖四海，九州方圆，天南地北，宇宙内外，凡有广播的地方都有歌曲播放着，都有音乐奔腾着。在墓里我身上退却的热血重又沸腾起来了，重又从头上、脚下、左手、右手沿着脉管往我的物儿那儿澎湃了。我弄不明白为啥会这样，为啥儿那些热烫的歌曲和鲜红的音乐能把我的欲念的血液燃起来，能使那在墓里如死如息的物儿突然间睡狮一般醒过来，像不倒的松柏、坚强的钢铁一样挺起来。红梅不知是和我一样被音乐和歌曲激荡起来了，还是被我熊熊的激情之火点燃了。她浑身绵软，满脸绯红，双手又一次吊在我的脖子上，仿佛只消手一松就会滑倒在路边。我把我的舌头努力朝她的喉里伸过去，我的舌尖灵敏地摸到了她热烫颤抖的上腭，宛若一条活鱼在火苗上烤着一样儿。她的身子仿佛被一种诱人的恐惧吓住了，下滑着要离我的坚硬远一些。可真正将要离开了，她却又不顾一切地朝我迎上来，朝着那坚硬撞过来，像一张柔软的面布不顾一切地朝着利刃扑去一模样，像飞蛾朝着烈火扑去一模样，像窗户的拉帘去寻着风口一模样。她呢呢喃喃叫着：“爱军……爱军……”我把她抱起来朝公路以东的一块地里飞过去。我知道这伟大的一刻已经到来，如不及时抓住将会是我们悔恨交加，将会使我无地自容，惭愧终生。我害怕狂响的高音、低音喇叭突然停下来，害怕突然因乐而起的物儿会突然垮下去。我没有往还隔着一片林地的那边地里去。我看见北边公路下有一条深水沟，公路在那儿自然形成一道立陡的崖，崖上有密密几棵半高的旺槐树。在那儿我们做了在墓里没能做的事。当我不顾一切地突进她的体里那一刻，我就看见她因欢悦而叫出的唤声，如四月晨时的朝霞，红光闪烁，流金溢彩，带着极度眩晕的快乐和幸福，从我们碰撞的身子间飞出去，挂在头顶浓密的槐树叶子上，把那一层层、一片片椭圆的槐叶染成了深红色。我看见她盼星星、盼月亮、只盼着深山出太阳的叫声从她灵魂里奔出来，炽炽白白，红红烈烈，风风火火地从槐叶的缝里穿过时，把槐叶的边儿、尖儿烧焦了，把原来有些虫黄的槐叶烧卷了，烧干了。那焦干的叶儿纷纷从树上落下来，打着旋儿跌在我的肩膀上，落在我热汗横流的后背上，挂在她快活充血、光亮四溢的脸上和胸上。四面八方的广播喇叭的响应声，依然如水滔滔，如浪滚滚。如珍珠玛瑙一般闪光发亮的歌词的字字句句，都从路面的崖头跌下来，黄金白银一般灼灼生辉的音符，从槐树的枝叶间，陨石样带着明亮的尾光滑进我们的耳朵里。我听见从东边传来的歌曲是黑铁白钢的《将革命进行到底》，从西边传来的歌曲是高亢火红的《造反有理》，从南边传来的歌曲是铿锵有力的《打倒美帝苏修反动派》、从北边传来的歌曲是清绿含香的《请喝一杯酥油茶》和汗热泪咸的《控诉万恶的旧社会》，从头顶降下的歌曲是情深博大，泛着滥着土地气味的《学习大寨赶大寨》，从地下钻出的歌曲是又跳又笑，丝绸飞舞的《人民公社好》。我们被歌曲包围了。我们铺着歌曲、盖卷歌曲，呼吸着歌曲。歌曲给我以力量。歌曲赋我以激情。歌曲支撑着我的意志和坚韧。当我捕捉到某一首歌的节律能如队列歌曲同脚步一样合拍时，我便抓住那歌曲的节律放在她和我肉体间，使我的抽送同那首歌的节律合拍一致，有快有慢，有缓有急，有轻有重，直到那首歌的高潮顶峰“啊———”字长而又长地从广播里传过来，直到在那广播的“啊———”声中，我和红梅也不约而同地“啊！”起来，直到我们俩齐呼齐炸出的“啊！”声惊涛骇浪地把广播里的“啊———”声覆盖掉，直到在我们的“啊！”声中，头顶的槐树叶儿青的黄的都被震得纷纷落下来，我们才算完结了，胜利了，阳光一片照耀大地了。当我和红梅从那水沟下攀着槐枝，爬上公路，走到公路的山顶时，我俩终于在那歌曲和音乐之后听到了新华社发布的一条重要新闻，毛主席又有最新最高的指示发表了。