Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Revolutionary Romanticism

1 red ocean Grasp the revolution and promote production --- this is the focus of my work since I came to power.However, the death of Guizhi brought me the most direct loss. Every day when I slept until midnight, my aunt Honghua would wake up suddenly and cry for her mother: "My mother? I want my mother." The cry was sharp and sharp, like Lu Xun's great dagger, cutting through the long night, keeping me up all night, and consuming a lot of my energy for the next day.Naturally, my mother moved down from the hills and returned to her children and grandchildren.After the town government held a mass meeting in the Chenggang brigade and announced the list of the new revolutionary committee, my mother put the meal in my hand and asked timidly: "Aijun, tell your mother the truth, your father-in-law has stepped down. Is it because of you?" I said, "Mom, he made a mistake himself. He became addicted to cigarettes and dared to tear a page from "Quotations from Chairman Mao" to smoke; When it comes to paper and stone, he dared to tear a page from Chairman Mao's book and wipe his grandson's ass... What is Chairman Mao's book? It is equivalent to the imperial decree of the past. No word? Who dares not kneel before seeing the imperial decree? If you don’t kneel, you will be killed. Now in the new society and democracy, there is no need to kowtow to Chairman Mao’s words like the imperial decree. You don’t need to kowtow to tear off the cigarette Do you dare to tear it up and wipe it for your grandson?" I said, "It just so happens that on that page there was written the phrase 'revolution is not a dinner party', if he hadn't gone crazy, it would be possible to shoot him. "The mother moved her half-grown feet suspiciously to serve his grandson and granddaughter.Since then, my great mother has taken on all the burdens and obligations of taking care of the revolutionary family. Whenever Honghua wakes up crying in the middle of the night, I see my mother holding Honghua in her arms and shaking her back and forth, and seeing me rubbing my eyes from Westinghouse (I moved into the west room by myself and went to sleep.) When I got to the east room, my mother would say: "Go to sleep, you still have a lot of work in the village tomorrow. If you are a cadre, you will do better for others." My mother is the holiest and greatest person in this world.I don't know what method she used to make Honghua stop crying in the middle of the night, and make Hongsheng stop grinding her teeth and talking when she fell asleep in the middle of the night.After leaving Guizhi and returning to my mother, the floor of the house is always clean, and the table and the chairman's portrait on the table, the red book, and the "quotations" on the wall are always shiny.The reed mat is always rolled up and leans against the door, and the stool is always placed under the boundary wall of the house when not sitting on it.The schoolbags of the first-grade students were always thrown in the courtyard or on the foot of the house after school, but after a while, the schoolbags were always hung on the wall again.Mother enabled me to concentrate on the great movement of grasping revolution and promoting production.In the winter leisure time, I first paste the archway of "Ercheng Hometown" with cement, paint it with red paint, draw colored borders, and write big characters in Song Dynasty. On the left is "Long live the great leader Chairman Mao!" On the right is "" Long live the great Communist Party of China!" The banner reads "New Holy Land." I mixed white ash with fine hair on the walls of every household in Chenggang, and made a white wall two feet wide and two feet five inches long. Come on, the walls were all painted with red paint, and a few lines were sprayed with yellow paint: "The core force leading our cause is the Chinese Communist Party; the theoretical basis guiding our thinking is Marxism-Leninism." They sent people to cut down a few big willow trees on the Shisanli River, and after selling them, they bought a huge portrait of Chairman Mao and two long banners equivalent to couplets. The words on the left banner were still "Long Live the Great Leader Chairman Mao" !" The one on the right is still "Long live the great Chinese Communist Party!" These portraits and banners were uniformly distributed to the homes of the masses, and they were uniformly pasted and hung on the facing walls of the main houses of each house.I uniformly made a one-meter-square wooden plaque on the head of each field of each production team. The wooden plaque uniformly faced the east of the sunrise, and wrote the three fiery words of "Three Loyalties": "Loyal to Chairman Mao, loyal to Mao Zedong Thought, loyal to the great Communist Party of China." I mobilized party members, League members, youths and veterans to use the method of "one gang, one pair, one red pair" to let the literate help the illiterate, the advanced help the laggard, and the young help the middle class. If you are young or old, your children help your mother or father. Old people over the age of 70 are required to recite 30 quotations from Chairman Mao; those between the ages of 50 and 70 must recite 50; Can recite 80 articles; those aged 16 to 30 must be able to recite at least 100 articles.In the name of the Revolutionary Committee, I informed Cheng Gang School that it doesn’t matter how high or low the score is when the primary school is promoted. It is okay to fail or get a zero score, but you must be able to recite 50 quotations from Chairman Mao. Can recite the "old three articles" (, "Remembering Bethune", "The Foolish Old Man Moves Mountains").I spent a winter time, racking my brains, learning from everywhere, and established the "three unifications" (unification in front of the door, unification at home, and unification in the field) and "one gang, one, and one pair of red; the whole village learns from Mao Xuan" in Chenggang. "The fiery situation.I adopted the method of rewarding work points for those who memorize Chairman Mao’s quotations excessively (10 work points for 1 recitation); fine work points for those who do not memorize them (20 points for 1 less memorization). (A total of 39 people were punished in this way) The reward and punishment system puts men and women, old and young (except lunatics, sick and mentally handicapped) in the village in a hot red environment.Like everyone is a fish boiled in a pot, jumping in panic and screaming but no one can get out of the pot.I deeply understand a truth: the environment is everything; the environment creates everything.Those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to vermilion are red.In Yan'an you are probably a revolutionary, but in the enemy-occupied areas, who can guarantee that you are not a double-faced counter-revolutionary?I hope that I can create a unique new "red revolutionary base" in the whole county, and hope that Chenggang will become an experimental field for the new revolution.After one winter, my hard work has yielded fruitful results, and the harvest has been abundant, making Cheng Gang's revolution in the cold, the red stream rolling, the fire in full swing, and the sparks flying.Revolutionary slogans and slogans were written on the walls of the streets and alleys, and revolutionary apples and pears hung on the elm, pagoda tree, saponins, paulownia, neem, and toon trees in and outside the village. Pears, apples, persimmons, peaches, apricots, etc. are painted on the plastic film hanging all over the branches, and there is a quotation or a sentence of Chairman Mao written on these fruits or on the side of the fruits); The smell of red is overflowing, red flowers bloom on the ground, red tables, red beds, and red boxes in the family.Red ocean, red lake, red mountain, red field, red thought, red heart, red tongue, red language.The person surnamed Zhang met the person surnamed Li, and said: "'Fight against selfishness and criticize revision'—have you had a drink?" Private public'---what do you eat?" Answer: "'Not broken but not established'---same old, sweet potato soup." Zhang's family wanted to borrow something from Li's house, opened the door and went in to meet people: "'Serve the people '—Auntie, let me use the baskets in your house." My aunt hurriedly said: "'We want to carry forward Bethune's spirit'——you can use it, buy a new one, and cherish it." Said: "' Build socialism more quickly, better and more economically"—I see, thank you, aunt." During those days, if you had the opportunity to go to the Chenggang Brigade, you would understand what is the "New Era Red Revolutionary Base", What kind of person is "a clear mind and a bright fighting spirit".On the day when I was announced as the director of the village revolutionary committee, the forty-five-year-old mayor of Pingtou Wang called me to a corner of the meeting place after the mass meeting broke up, looked at me, and asked, "Are you 24 years old?" I said: "I'm 25 years old, and I've been demobilized for a year." Said: "Aijun, you have a high level of consciousness, and you are a piece of revolutionary material, but listen to me. One is that the revolution should not smash the Ercheng Temple. If you don’t move even a single piece of thatch on the ground, if you smash Cheng Temple, you will smash the hearts of Cheng people, and you will lose the support of the people and get help. Second, you must not forget to grasp the revolution and promote production. Food is the sky." I said, "Don't worry, Mayor Wang, I understand that we should try our best to protect all revolutionary cultural heritage. I know that only by grasping revolution can we promote production; revolution is the premise, production is the result; revolution is the production is the goal.” When I said that, Mayor Wang looked at me in surprise for a while, patted me on the shoulder and said: “Then you should make a good revolution, the organization trusts you.” (I didn’t realize what he said It was an unintentional exposure of his huge conspiracy to subvert socialism, but later, it was my wisdom that exposed him.) I know that Mayor Wang may not really trust me (he is the old mayor Cheng Tianmin) , but my revolutionary words and deeds conquered Mayor Wang, and Mayor Wang has nothing to do with me.The "three unifications" and "one gang, one" activities I created in Cheng Gang were written by me and Hongmei as "Cheng Gang Learning Mao's Experience Materials One", sent to the county party committee and county government, and sent to "Jiudu Daily News and Henan Daily, I didn’t expect that the county hadn’t reacted yet. Both Jiudu Daily and Henan Daily were published on the same day when the spring blossoms, and both added editor’s notes, saying “Cheng Cheng Gang’s experience is a model for the entire region and the province’s rural proletarian cultural revolution to learn from.” Thus, Cheng Gang really became a test field for the county’s revolution.In March of the same year, Cheng Gang Brigade was named "Red Lighthouse Brigade" (meaning Yan'an Pagoda) by the county government, and I myself was named the honorary title of "Pioneer of Peasant Revolution" by the county party committee.Two pennants with red silk and yellow characters were hung in the meeting room of the brigade headquarters.This is a great testimony to the initial success of my revolution.

2 under the stack of straw The unsolvable pair of contradictions is my spiritual revolution and my longing for Hongmei's body.Hongmei appeared in front of me every day, because she was aroused with the enthusiasm of a woman, and because of her natural love of publicity, after she became the deputy secretary of the brigade, the looming sadness on her face disappeared.She became more and more beautiful and charming, heroic and heroic like a gorgeous red-tasseled gun, without losing the beauty of a woman, without losing the ability and sharpness of a revolutionary.On many occasions, we always understand and cooperate tacitly.Before every meeting, she and I always go to the meeting place first to have a bowl of rice. In the meeting room of the brigade, we hugged, touched, kissed and touched each other with humiliation. When I heard footsteps, I sat back On the crude rostrum (the chair in front of a willow table), she went to place the dozen or so sturdy long benches.The meeting is over, we could have done things like soul flying away after people left, but Cheng Qinglin, the captain of the brigade, and Cheng Xianzhu, the commander of the militia battalion, always stayed with me to talk to the end. Fish and water love).They always said to Hongmei with concern and love: "You go back first, a woman's house, Tao'er is waiting for you at home." Hongmei looked at me helplessly, and I said: "You go, be careful on the road Come." She just walked away.The like-minded revolutionaries cut me off from Hongmei's love immediately, as if they couldn't get rid of their shadows.Once, after the meeting, I clearly said: "Let's go, Hongmei will leave us to discuss something." But after the people left, Hongmei and I just untied our clothes, and I just hugged Hongmei. On the three benches that were put together to make a bed, there were footsteps in the courtyard of the brigade again, and cold sweat burst out all over his body.I walked out of the meeting room: "Who?" "Me. Party secretary, it's me." A militiaman named Xiaomin walked up and down in front of the window of the meeting room and said.I said, "What are you doing?" The militiaman said, "The battalion commander asked me to stand guard here, saying that the situation was complicated. Last month, the brigade cadres of Dong Xiaotou came home from a meeting and were stabbed." Be sure to let me wait for you and Deputy Party Secretary Xia to finish your research and send you to your door." Militia Battalion Commander, my good comrade-in-arms, my good brother, I wish I could kick you in the crotch and slap you in the face Slap a few times.Back in the conference room, Hongmei was still buttoning her hair under the light, the sweat on her face was as if she had just washed her face.That night, amidst the footsteps of the militiamen, under the wall between the door and the window of the meeting room, we stood there holding our breath and finished it.After finishing the work, none of us felt that our souls were scattered, and we didn't feel that our hearts were happy. We felt like we had to take a bath in muddy water.We sat face to face on two stools and held hands, listening to the rhythmic footsteps of the militiamen outside the door, she said: "If we are like this, one day something big will happen and people will find out. We will kill you and me." The revolutionary future will be ruined." I said, "Then what do you think?" She said, "Be patient for now." "That won't work. Not at all, you're trying to turn me into a lunatic like Cheng Tianqing. " I said, "Tomorrow, I will ride a bicycle and take you to the tomb eighteen miles away." The next day, I rode the only bicycle in the brigade and waited for her outside the village half an hour earlier.But when we arrived at the tomb, a new coffin was placed in the tomb, and the door of the tomb was blocked by bricks and stones.Later, we found a remote crop field.Later, we were both a pair of great revolutionaries and a pair of humble lovers.They are not only a pair of enlightened people, but also a pair of perishers who are obsessed with obsession.Counting carefully, during the days after the success of the revolution marked by the death of Guizhi and the madness of Cheng Tianqing, there were everywhere on the river beach, forest land, field head, on the way to the meeting, and in the ditches for inspecting production near Chenggang. We have our joys and our sorrows, our nobility and our baseness, our excitements and our shames.Our revolutionary brilliance sprinkled the fields of Cheng Gang Brigade like sunlight, and our despicable semen flowed all over the corners of Cheng Gang Town.Finally came the day when the grassroots and three-level cadres organized by the county held the first batch of "three unifications" and "one gang, one" revolutionary on-site meeting in our brigade. The head of the organization of the county party committee talked to me and said that I was accepted as After being a member of the town party committee who was not out of production, with great joy and excitement, I sent all the leaders and cadres who visited our Cheng Gang to the five trucks at the head of the village, and after sending Mayor Wang and his party away, the new The success of the magma made me unbearable, and the high temperature of the magma had to erupt.I can no longer hold back the flames of the flesh ignited by the enthusiasm of the revolution.I called Hongmei to the edge of the threshing field of the ninth team in the village.It was half a mile away from the village, surrounded by green and yellow wheat fields on three sides, and a slope of Palou Mountain on one side.That slope is separating the wheat field from the village.We first pretended that we were going to the wheat fields of each team to check the big sign of "Three Loyalties" at the top of the field, to see the growth of the crops and the drought and flood, and then we went to the edge of the wheat field.There was no one in the field, and someone's lamb was gnawing wheat in the distant field, and the sound of bleating came over softly and softly.When I got to the edge of the wheat field, I stopped and stared fiercely at Hongmei, who was wearing a military blouse specially for the cadres who visited, and stripped off her clothes with my eyes. left.She looked around and said, "Aijun, it's dangerous. No way. Tomorrow, the second group of visitors will arrive in the village. If they are seen, all previous efforts will be for naught, and everyone will be beaten." I said, "Hongmei, we I have become a member of the township party committee, and Minister Li of the Organization Department of the county party committee told me personally that the announcement will be made after the on-site meeting, and the document will be officially issued.” At that time, she was a little surprised at first, and a little bit disbelieving, but she looked at me all the time. When she was blushing and frantic and serious, she didn't say anything, she stepped back outside the wheat field and looked into the distance, and when she came back, she pulled me into the gap between two straw stacks and did it herself He pulled the wheat straw off the ground as a bedding, and took off all his clothes three times and five times.The piece of snow-white wheat straw pulled down by her exudes a mixed smell of warm grass and field soil, and the rotten smell of the wheat straw that has been drenched by snow and rain in winter is also spraying out from the mouth where she tore the wheat straw, like She opened the doors and windows for them, which had been closed for the whole winter, and the rotten heat smell staggered out from the stalks, filling the gap between the two straw stacks.In that hot and white smell, we seemed to be wrapped in a quilt, and the coldness of late winter and spring was gone.It has been a long time since I watched her nakedness so carefully. Every time we touched and cheated like thieves, we were so hurried and busy, so timid and fearful.On this day, on the eve of my becoming a member of the town party committee, the joy of another victory of the revolution dazzled our minds, dispelled our vigilance, and replaced our timidity.It is only half a mile away from the village, and only 200 meters away from Chengmiao. You only need to walk a few steps, turn around the low hillside, and cross the stone bridge of the canal, and you will be in the village. At Chengmiao.However, we are desperate.She was desperate, threw all her clothes under the straw stacks, and stood in the gap between the two straw stacks, just like standing at the entrance of the grave after she took off her clothes that time, her naked body exuded a soft white light and fragrance, Both feet and those ten red toenails were buried in the straw on the ground, and their eyes fell on me softly and stickily. "Congratulations on your promotion, Aijun." She said, "Kung fu pays off." I unbuttoned and said, "One day I will become a national cadre who is officially out of production, and you will continue to be the party secretary; if I become the secretary of the town party committee , you go to be the deputy secretary." She said, "Don't untie the button yet, and see if I have changed." I put my hand on the button and looked at her carefully again, and suddenly found that Around her neck was tied a beautiful heart-shaped medal with red thread, the size of a button, hanging in the crevice between her breasts, reminiscent of the red rose rising from the rake mountain in the winter morning the sun.I said, "Is it okay to hang the medal here?" She said, "This is a talisman for you and my revolutionary cause." Then she said, "What else did you find?" I moved my eyes from her upper body and found Her lower abdomen was visibly swollen, and the stretch marks under the belt were lighter than before.I was a little surprised. "Are you pregnant?" She shook her head, the smile on her face was clouded.I said: "You are fat." She asked: "Do you like me fat or thin?" I said: "I like both." She said: "If I like me to be slim like the people in the city, I will eat less food." "It's better to be fatter." As I said, I took my fingers and stroked her lower abdomen gently, feeling the smoothness on her lower abdomen jumping rapidly towards my fingers, trembling.I touched her like this a few times, and her face became pale, and her eyes began to burn.I know that before every affair, she hopes that I will admire her nakedness for a while, touch her for a while, and hope that I will say a few words that she likes to hear.I said: "Hongmei, you are more and more attractive, every part of your body is like jade." She smiled softly and turned towards me, slipping on the straw mattress along with my shirtless body. "It's been a long time since I've had that kind of thing," she murmured, looking at the sky between the straw stacks, "I told you, you don't believe me, but Qingdong has that disease, and he's just half a man. I've been in the tomb since then. After going crazy, I will never let Qingdong touch me again, no matter how much traditional Chinese medicine he takes, I won’t let him touch me when he kneels beside me.” I was slightly stunned, and I remembered the day when Cheng Qingdong boiled medicine under the window appearance.She said: "Why are you startled? Isn't it cold?" I said: "Qingdong really has that man's disease?" She said: "He takes traditional Chinese medicine every day." I said: "That's okay, Guizhi died, he I'm sick again." As I said that, I took off my clothes.I knew that at this time I should say a word of thanks to her, a word of gratitude for her not letting Qingdong touch her for me.But I saw those words she said, every word was like a sparrow, lying on her yellow and white face, waiting for me to respond to her, so that those sparrows would fly out, and our thirst would be satisfied immediately .I've already taken off my clothes, I don't want to say anything more, the magma has melted the bluestone, and it's under the surface of the earth's crust.I can't say anything more, it's too late.Anxiety has left me speechless.My scorching eyes were burning in the private area under her belly, and the golden, red, black and yellow private area sucked my gaze away without leaving anything behind.I knelt down to her first, with one leg between hers and one outside hers.When my knee touched the straw, it made a burning crackling sound, and when it touched her thigh, which was whiter than the straw, she trembled all over, and the bird on her face flew away in fright, making her His face immediately turned from pale and sallow to a hot and ruddy excited color.She said: "Army... branch secretary... mayor... secretary, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." Her words made my blood rush out of my veins more and more, and I crossed the embankment, Flew beyond the flesh.I already feel blood on my fingers, toes, and hands, and lava is about to come out.In my panic and haste, I roughly separated her legs and moved my knee that was outside hers into between hers.Needless to say, another intoxicating and heartbreaking moment has come as expected; needless to say, her bright red and flexible cry will fly like a rainbow in the sky, illuminate the land and mountains, and inspire our revolution Insane will and spirit, but at this moment, (God, earth!) There were footsteps behind us, and the footsteps stopped suddenly and did not go away. (The clouds are flying, the pines are roaring, the mountains are rushing/the gunshots are urgent, the military situation is tense/the pressure on the shoulders is heavy/the storm is like a storm, the sky is dark/the fire is burning my heart...) I immediately turned my head away.Cheng Tianqing suddenly appeared on the sidelines.It’s already spring, and he still wears an old black cotton-padded jacket (I often saw him wearing this jacket when I was a child, with a pen in the upper pocket, and the pen’s card is shining outside the pocket), and a straw stick hanging on the pocket Son.His face wasn't too dirty, but he looked at me and Hongmei with white and black eyes, and the blue surprise on his face was as thick as a leaf.I knew that things were going badly, as if I had been fatally ambushed by the enemy on the road to revolution.Hongmei sat up while I turned my head.Almost as soon as she sat up again, she grabbed her dress in her hands.At that moment, in a moment as long as ten miles of mountains, Cheng Tianqing stared at me, and I also looked at him.At that time, my mind was blank, without any words or pictures.I don't know how to deal with this situation, and I don't know what will happen in the future.The cold air came from the soles of my feet and quickly spread to my fingers and the top of my head, but the hot sweat hung clearly on the tip of my nose.I thought I was going to collapse, and the bones in my body became soft, but Cheng Tianqing suddenly knelt down towards me and Hongmei, kowtowed to us like pounding garlic, and said, "Please forgive me." ... Please forgive me, my aunt is dead, you must not shoot me ... I plead guilty, can I plead guilty? For the sake of being an old party member and participating in the revolution before liberation, please forgive me Back to..." (He really disgraced the party and the older generation of revolutionaries.) I breathed a sigh of relief and began to put on my clothes in a leisurely manner. I said "don't be afraid" to Hongmei, and then put on my clothes. Well, the buttons are fastened, and he walked out of the straw pile calmly, and stood in front of Cheng Tianqing, who was still kneeling and kowtowing, and stood down like a mountain: "What did you see?" He said: "I plead guilty, I am sorry to Chairman Mao, I'm sorry to the Party Central Committee, I really didn't mean to wipe my grandson's butt with Chairman Mao's book paper..." I raised my voice: "Father Guizhi, I asked you what you saw?" He still didn't look up , Still pressing his head on the ground and pounding garlic, he said: "Forgive me, because I sent a letter to the Eighth Route Army before liberation... I deserve to die, I deserve to die..." As he spoke, he He no longer kowtowed, but knelt there and slapped himself in the face.I said, "Forgive you this time, no matter how counter-revolutionary Gui Zhi is, no matter how counter-revolutionary you are, if you are a husband and wife for a day, you can be regarded as the grandfather of Hongsheng and Honghua, so you can go home." He stopped slapping himself and looked up at me blankly.I said: "Let's go, go and drive the sheep out of the wheat field." He kowtowed to me blankly, got up trembling and walked away, walking towards the sheep in the wheat field in the distance.He left, and when I looked back at Hongmei who had been standing behind me, the frightened and sallow face on her face was still hanging like a curtain. "If he tells it, it will be the end of our lives," she said.I thought for a while, then looked at the back of Cheng Tianqing, who had walked all the way along the ridge, and called: "Cheng Tianqing, if you don't see anything, you're just living in this world; if you want to see something, you want to say something." Son, you will become a counter-revolutionary through and through, I am afraid that the revolution will not let you live in this world." I thought he would not hear me, but he did, he stepped down, turned around, and walked far away He knelt down and kowtowed deeply to Hongmei and me, then got up and walked away.In the sunshine of early spring, there was a bit of the coldness of the end of winter, and the wind from the downside of the hillside and the canal passed us coolly.Cheng Tianqing left, but the lingering fear left behind made us no longer interested in that matter.We sat on the stone rollers beside the wheat field, looked at the fields, at the sheep being driven by Cheng Tianqing, and at the slogan and quotation signs facing the east on each field. Hongmei and I held hands tightly together. Son.She said: "Aijun, you have to think of a way that will not affect your future or our revolutionary image, but also make you and I think that we can get together if we want to, and we can do it as we want. Husband and wife can take off their clothes and do things anytime and anywhere." I didn't continue Hongmei's words.I retracted my gaze from the distant field, and inadvertently glanced at the gap between the straw piles that Hongmei and I had just passed through.At this glance, an amazing, great, and majestic plan was born in my mind.The clouds bloom, the sun rises and the sun shines, and the thousand-year-old iron tree blooms.I felt that there was a "dang" sound in my brain first, and then there was a loud bang. At that moment, that huge and incredible plan had an outline and a shape in my mind. , There is a schedule for the start of work.

3 thoughts on the tung tree I am determined to dig a secret passage from my house to Hongmei's house, so that we can meet and do things like husband and wife anytime and anywhere without leaving home.When this plan flashed like a ray of light, my heart beat wildly for a while, but I didn't tell Hongmei right away.Perhaps, this is the most magnificent page in our love life, and I won't say it easily until everything is ready.However, since this plan was formed in my mind, every time I think about it, I feel hot in my heart and lungs, and my blood boils.I did not immediately put this plan into action. I first completed the on-the-spot meeting held by the county in our brigade, and wrote three experience materials: one is ""Three Unifications" Make the People's Thoughts Red" One is "A Gang of One" Red Line; "A Pair of Red" Red One", and the last one is "Thoughts on whether Cheng Temple is a feudal legacy or a cultural heritage"——because all visitors, The carved beams and painted buildings of the Ercheng Temple, depicting dragons and phoenixes, feel beautiful but uncomfortable. Even many roof tiles and blue bricks on the temple have dragon heads and animal brains from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. This is obviously in line with the need for revolution. The requirements of the environment are far apart.I really want to smash the Ercheng Memorial Archway and Ercheng Temple, and let the storm of revolution sweep everything in Chenggang Town.However, if it is really baptized by storm, not only does it not comply with the provincial cultural relics protection regulations issued by the province in the early 1960s, but more importantly, smashing the Ercheng Temple is equivalent to smashing the Chenggang brigade, which accounts for three quarters of the population. The head of a person surnamed Cheng (Mayor Wang is fucking right, I can’t lose the mass base in Cheng Gang because of the Ercheng Temple—the people, only the people, are the driving force for creating history. The masses are the social development The true hero in the Chinese Communist Party lost the support of the masses and lost the minimum conditions for the revolution. Wasn’t the battle of the "Ercheng Archway" a lesson?) I hope that before I smash the Ercheng Archway and the Ercheng Temple, I can get the support from above A red-headed document, or a verbal notice, became my strong support and protection for destroying all this and smashing the old world.In "Thoughts on whether Cheng Temple is a feudal legacy or a cultural heritage", I listed the Ercheng Archway and the Ercheng Temple's nine major crimes: (1) The existence of the Ercheng Archway and Ercheng Temple shows that Cheng Yi and Cheng Hao The black banner of "Cheng Zhu Confucianism" was flying openly in the red revolution; it was an open confrontation with the revolutionary situation. (2) The existence of the two has attracted many worshipers and poisoned the thoughts of the people with a radius of hundreds of miles. (3) Added superstitious activities (burning incense secretly before and after the Spring Festival, offering an endless stream of offerings). (4) Every brick and tile on the archway and Cheng Temple exudes the stench of feudal residual poison. …………

(9) Smashing down archways and temples is tantamount to destroying the headquarters and command center of "Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism", and it will inevitably make the great banner of Mao Zedong Thought fly high in the Ralou Mountains for generations to come.After making several copies of each of these three materials and sending them to the county party committee, and then mailing them to the regional daily newspapers and provincial newspapers, the farmlands were fertilized and some paddy fields that could be irrigated were watered, and the revolution and production came to an end. , I started to implement my magnificent plan.One day when my mother took the safflower out, Hongsheng climbed onto the tung tree in my yard when he was going to school. With the basic knowledge of digging holes I learned while serving in the engineering army, I let my eyes look from the leaves of the tung tree. Passing through, taking the elm tree behind Shi Dagou's house as the first benchmark, taking a toon tree at Cheng Cuifan's house as the second benchmark, and taking the old pagoda tree in front of Cheng Tianqing's house as the fifth benchmark, I visually observed the The straight-line distance from my house on surname Street to Hongmei’s house on Chengqian Street is about 550 meters. Hou, Chengzhong and Chenghou three streets.If the passage of the tunnel is calculated as half a meter wide and one meter high, the solid earth volume is 275 cubic meters, and if the ratio of adding soil to the virtual earth volume is at least 1:1.5, then the virtual earth volume is 415 cubic meters.Then, in the middle of the 550-meter passage—under the main street of Chengzhong Street, dig out a small room that can accommodate a bed. It is about 3 meters wide, 3 meters long, and 2 meters high. The room is as underground as our bridal chamber. The solid earth volume of the room is 18 cubic meters, and the void earth volume is 27 cubic meters.In this way, even if the tunnel is straight and there is no error, the total earth volume of the ground is 300 cubic meters, and the virtual earth volume is 450 cubic meters.If I grasp the revolution during the day and engage in production (digging) at night, and calculate that the maximum solid earth volume dug out per night is 0.7 cubic meters, it means that it will take 420 days for me to dig the tunnel of love. 420 days is almost a year and a half.So, what if I have to go out for a meeting this year and a half?I have to work overtime in Chenggang at night (for example, if I am busy in Sanxia or organize political studies for party and league members), what if I get sick and have a fever?What if the calculation is not thorough and the tunnel digging is delayed?That is to say, I am digging holes every night at the fastest speed, and it will take at least two years. (In these two years, I must also achieve another goal, to become the secretary of the town party committee.) Two years seems to be a very long time, like a long dark night without daylight, but it is considered a revolutionary who is inflated by love. what?Didn't the War of Resistance Against Japan last for eight years?Didn't the War of Liberation last four years?I have served in the military for four years. Didn't I just dig a cave for one year and eight months in one project?There is only the will to be overcome, and there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome.Whose words are these?Is it the rhetoric I wrote in the army or the wonderful sentence I read in the newspaper?People, as people, armed with revolutionary ideas, are the bravest, wisest, and most selfless. There is no difficulty that cannot be overcome, no peak that cannot be climbed, and no miracle that cannot be created.We will arrive at the most difficult time, we will go to the most urgent moment, we will go to the most dangerous place, and I will undertake the most difficult task.Without blood and sweat, there is no honor; without sacrifice, there is no happiness; without ambition, there is no great future; without down-to-earth, there is no success in sight.Revolution starts from wind and rain, harvest starts from hard work; happiness accumulates from blood and sweat, and happiness comes from setbacks.Raise your head and walk forward, rain or shine; cross ravines, experience hardships and dangers, and swear not to bow your head.Go ahead, the future is beckoning!Work hard, the horn is blowing!Let's fight, the dawn will shine forever!So, where will the 450 cubic meters of virtual soil be piled up after being dug out?I turned around on the tung tree, and saw behind my house, the canal that flows all year round under the top of Chenggang Mountain in the Palou Mountains.How many thousand cubic meters of earth can it hold?How much soil cannot be washed downstream by water?A few days later, I cut a hole in the backyard wall of my house, installed a single door, built a pigsty in the door, and bought two piglets.The back door and path leading to the canal behind the village, which is covered by the pigsty, will be opened.The groundbreaking took place in the second half of the night in late April, when the last quarter moon did not rise slowly until twelve o'clock at night.Needless to say, the members of the commune all over the world are asleep, and the moonlight is like a layer of milk spilled in and out of the village.我把洞口定在我家后宅空院的红薯窖洞里，把预先准备好的短把铁锨、镢头、新竹箩筐、马灯、朝洞口上拉的绳子和铁钩一并系到红薯窖洞里，然后自己穿着当工程兵挖洞时才穿的白褂子和绿裤衩，顺着窖洞爬下去，把马灯挂在泥壁上，朝两个手心上吐了唾液，相对一搓，跪在地上，抓起镢头，举手用力，第一块如碗大的黄土从我的镢下掉下了。新土潮湿的香味立刻红艳艳地盖住了窖里留下的陈年的红薯味，还有树叶落在窖洞里的霉腐味。因为革命，我已经很久没有亲自干过重体力劳动了，成了程岗大队的最高领导后，家里连去井上挑水、从田里分粮分菜都有人送回到屋里边，尤其半月前镇党委委员的一纸批文下来后，连院里扫地、往墙上挂物的细小也都由来家串门、说事的村人顺手干去了。似乎能替我家干些活儿是社员的一种荣誉哩，就像我在部队时看见给连长、营长端茶倒水、洗衣服的勤务员脸上总挂着傲慢的笑一样，我看见给我家干活的社员们，脸上一样挂着亲近、热情，还有一些自得的笑。我知道，只消说一声，会有许多社员来帮我把这个地道打到红梅家里去。But can't.绝对的不能。不仅是革命不允许，而且这样的行为无异于把自己推向了革命的对立面和断头台，使我成为革命的宿敌和冤家。我当然不会让任何人帮我。我不会让任何人知道这个秘密。这是我和红梅灵魂中永远不向人开启的一条黑暗的通道和房屋，是我们神圣、伟大爱情的升华和见证。我把两个箩筐装满了土，从洞里爬出来，用麻绳把两筐泥土拉到月光下，然后挑着从猪圈边上走出后门，沿着一条小路朝岗下的水渠走过去。月亮已经从岗上移到了村头上，二程寺后节院的启贤堂大殿的殿脊和檐角在月光下显得柔和而舒缓，仿佛在慢慢摇摆爬动一模样。村街上偶有一下两下青青白白的狗吠声，像一片两片透亮的薄冰从夜空滑过去，然后那夏初的月夜就愈发深邃了，奇丽了，妙不可言了。从水渠里翻上来的流水声，细雨样浇在月光下、麦地里和我脚下有了潮露的小草上。蛙鸣和蛐蛐的欢叫，在我的脚步中歇一阵，又无忧无虑地叫起来，把我的脚步和肩头勾担及箩筐的吱呀淹没了。世界变得宁静无比。我听见了耙耧山脉在那宁静中的呼吸声，又好像是小麦的根须在吸收着田野里的水分和养分。把第一担泥土挑到渠岸上，我擦了一把汗，将那两箩筐泥土倒进了水渠里，起身时我看见了镇政府大院那排解放后盖的红机瓦房在程岗的北头，被月光一照，成了黑紫色，仿佛那瓦房上凝固了一层血。二年内，我决计要打通这550米革命的爱情通道，而且决计要扫清程岗镇在我政治生涯中布设的大小障碍物，决计要在我27岁生日之前当上书记或镇长，成为程岗镇的第一把手。那一夜，我把那洞挖了0.8米深，往水渠中倒了十九担土，看了十九次镇政府机瓦房，我对自己说了19遍那样决计、一定的话，最后鸡叫三遍了，东方泛起了乳白色，我朝着镇政府方向洒了一泡尿，回家睡去了。