Chapter 14 Chapter 12 Triumph.2

This arrangement, this scene, is the same as any family in Chenggang Town, the only difference is that some people put Chairman Mao's books on the bedside, some put them on the window sill, and some put them on the table.I closed that drawer.I closed it and suddenly pulled it open again.I Leng Dinger felt that those few "Selected Works of Mao Zedong" were a bit long and strange.I opened one of the books, and a line of traditional Chinese vertical lowercase calligraphy stroked by a red pen immediately rushed into my eyes: The way of the emperor is based on sincerity and benevolence. These are the same words.I immediately turned to the cover of the book, and saw the words "Ercheng Quanshu" on the second cover.I handed the "Second Cheng Quanshu" with the words "Selected Works of Mao Zedong" to Hongmei, and shook the pillow beside the bed. Everything was as I expected. There are two dozen thick papers written horizontally with a small script brush, and they are stacked to a thickness. The paper is horizontal and double-lined letter paper. writings.I am his ancestor, he wrote a book before I wrote it!I am his ancestor, who can I destroy if I don't destroy him?I turned over the blank pages of the first and second pages of the ink-filled letter paper, and suddenly saw a few lines: Cheng Xue's new ideas 1. About Cheng Xue's role in governing the country in the Song Dynasty.Second, about the role of Cheng and Zhu philosophy in governing the country in the past dynasties after the Song Dynasty.3. What role should engineering studies play in the new society?4. What are the influences of Cheng Xue in Palou mountainous area in western Henan? (Lotus falls) Singing on the bamboo board behind the scenes: My God, My God, My God, My God.Birds go to the ground, mice go to the sky.Grass has to be food and trees have to turn into rainbows, and ants cross the sea to be heroes. It turns out that the grass chicken’s natal family is the Phoenix’s nest, and those who flee famine and cook must establish a country and become the imperial court. (A pale, thin old man is pulled up by several people and kneels in front of the stage) A (surprised): Look, what is this?B (astonished): My God——change the account! (There was silence on the field, and everyone was staring at the trembling old man in front of the stage.) A (stepped a step toward the stage): Liberated, the new China was established, and the enemies with guns were driven away by us, but the enemies without guns , Hidden enemies (glance at the kneeling old man) They never stop dreaming of overthrowing the socialist motherland for a day, and never stop plotting to usurp the power of the proletariat.The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps blowing... (Bing takes the account of change, sighs) If it weren't for this account of change, how could we have thought that Wang Laowu, a seemingly honest farmer, was actually left behind by Chiang Kai-shek to counterattack the mainland What about secret agents?B (glaring at Wang Laowu, who was kneeling in front of the stage, and punched himself on the knee) Cough... just yesterday, Wang Laowu said that there was no food at home, and I personally sent a bag of returned food to his home .A: That's fine, so you can better open your eyes and recognize the face of class enemies. (Turning to everyone) Comrades, folks, now that the account of change has fallen into our hands, what do you think we should do to Wang Laowu?B (angrily): Grab him and peel him off!C (gritting his teeth, tearing his hands in the air): His tendons are cramped! (Wang Laowu was sweating profusely with fright) Ding (speaking through his teeth): Cut off his head and hang it on the gate of the village!E: Pour gasoline and light the sky lanterns! (Wang Laowu kept changing his expression according to everyone's excitement and astonishment, and finally fainted on stage by the roar of the revolution) A: (Stopped loudly) Well, everyone can't be emotional.We have our democracy, we have our laws, and we have our dictatorship——now, put Wang Laowu under arrest! (Everyone pushes the shivering Wang Laowu down. Applause.) We carried Cheng Tianmin's bed to the middle of the Sanjie Temple and placed it in front of him.Maybe he still doesn't know what we are going to do, or what stage the revolutionary situation has reached.He sat on the stool and looked at the two of us, his neck twisted as we walked in and out of the house, his face was like an old wooden board thrown under the bed for several years, with no expression except for the dust.The moon has never been so bright as this night. We can even recognize the various colors of the grass in the cracks between the bricks at the foot of the temple. Occasionally, there is a cloud, white as a silk thread, hanging in the half of the sky far away from the moon.The village was still as quiet as before, with no footsteps, dogs barking or cocks crowing.The old crows in the nest on the old cypress tree in the front yard of the temple kept making a few calls like thin ice falling from the nest, which passed on and melted in the silence of the temple, thus attracting the sparrows under the eaves of the Qixian Hall in Sanjieyuan. The screams like sleepwalking are overflowing in the courtyard.We didn't take quilts and mattresses, and we didn't even use Cheng Tianmin's list.His bed was covered with bamboo woven fences.Let's take out the bamboo fence and spread it on the bed. Hongmei said to spread a mattress, right?I said you don't think it's dirty?She said that Cheng Tianmin's younger sister had just washed the quilt when she returned to her natal home a few days ago.I said that rewashing is also used by the enemy.She said that we can't just spread bamboo mats.I said, "Put Er Cheng's writings and Cheng Tianmin's manuscripts on the bed." She said, "That's fine—let the Cheng family's Bibles go to hell. Let's put those Cheng Yi, Cheng Hao's writings and Zhu Xi's." A few notes were carried out like grass and spread out on the bamboo fence. When we were spreading those books, Cheng Tianmin's eyes widened, and finally a white and thick grunt came out of his throat, as if he was asking us what we were doing We didn't tell him what we were doing. He would see what we were doing. When we finally took out his dozen so-called manuscripts of "Cheng Xue Xin Yi" and put them on the bed, he It seems that I saw clearly what we were tearing and kneading, shaking my head on the chair to make my throat grow louder, and when I saw through the moonlight that it was his "Cheng Xue Xinyi", He suddenly put his toes on the ground and stood up, and lifted the chair under his buttocks two inches above the ground. When the chair fell to the ground, it made a crisp clanging sound, and the moonlight, starlight and shadows of houses and trees in the courtyard They were all trembling." Cheng Tianmin! I sternly shouted at him, pressing my throat, "You don't have to move."Do you think you can change the sky by writing such a bad book?Can the socialist regime and the dictatorship of the proletariat be overthrown? "While speaking, I let his manuscripts fall from my hand to the bed one by one, like letting snowflakes fall to the place where it should fall. The grunting was also silent. He seemed to move a little before he remembered that he was tied to a chair by the dictatorship of the proletariat, and realized that what he was facing was not only a pair of young, strong and energetic revolutionaries, but more importantly, It is he who understands that what he is facing is a powerful camp of revolutionaries, but what he represents is the declining and decadent feudal capitalism. Hitting the wall/Facing the truth/You are not allowed to fart/Interview Luan Ping in the Weihu hall/Yang Zirong became a hero in the tiger's den/Drag Luan Ping to the southwest corner outside the hall/Point the gun at his chest/"Luan Ping, you have been doing evil for decades /Blood debt is too heavy to tolerate/I execute you on behalf of the people! ..."/"Dignified! "After the gunshot, Luan Ping came upside down. We spread the "Second Cheng Quanshu" on the bed. We crushed "Cheng Xue Xinyi" in mid-air. On the ground, the bed of love is even more sacred. Cheng Tianmin, keep your eyes open to see Hongmei and I making troubles in the Heavenly Palace. Don’t be afraid that you will come to play tricks secretly. Don’t be afraid that you will accuse us of adultery and say that we are not revolutionary. True revolution, fake revolution, history has its own The public theory can explain clearly. The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes the spring. When the mountain flowers are blooming, she laughs in the bushes. After the bed is made, Hongmei takes a step towards the bed. She looks at me, as if waiting for a sound It’s like turning on the electric switch to make the world brightly lit. The moon has gone to the southwest again. It seems that we spent more time in the temple to prepare for the bed. The shadow of the wall cast from the Zhongjieyuan is longer than before. It was a bit thicker. It was not until now that I had the time to take a careful look around the Houjieyuan. The main hall of Qixian Hall is still the same as I saw when I was a child, tall and big, with flying ridges and hanging eaves. On a moonlit night, his mystery and majesty are more and more revealed. On both sides of the empty courtyard with more than two acres, there are four lecture halls facing each other. It is said that the disciples of the second Cheng used it to attend lectures here, and later became the descendants of Cheng Xue. A place to drink tea and discuss Taoism. After liberation, those lecture halls are useless, except for being empty and filled with historical dust. Absolute, boastful, red-mouthed and white-toothed, deceiving people’s hearts, preparing public opinion for the restoration of the feudal dynasty. Right now, the hall of Qixian Hall, the four lecture halls and the yellow round tiles on the houses, the wind chimes on the eaves, and the embossed dragons and phoenixes on the columns, The Wangmu summer grass in the courtyard and the square brick floor under the bed, they all know that they are going to die, and the revolution will no longer allow them to hide here leisurely, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack. They are silent, not a word Even the wind chimes hanging from the four corners of the upturned hall are speechless. It seems that Cheng Tianmin has not finally understood why we have to pull out his bed, and why we have put "Second Cheng Quanshu" and his " "Cheng Xue Xin Yi" was laid on the bed. Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have imagined that Hongmei and I would openly do that romantic thing in front of him, just like the bourgeoisie would disappear from this world. It is like a prairie fire. Truth has such an incredible power. The more you attack it, the more your attack not only proves and enriches it, but also makes it more shining and powerful. The source of truth’s power is the power that attacks it. People, things, and things. Cheng Tianmin will never understand these, because his role is to attack the truth. He never understands politics, society, or human beings. On the bed in front of Cheng Tianmin, there is a strong musty smell. Coming up, it must be that the bedding on the bed has not been washed for three or five years. When the breath came up, Hongmei pulled her nose up, looked up at the stars and moon in the sky, and said, Aijun, make a list. I I also looked at the sky, and if we say no, we just want a revolution, and we want these rotten things to be directly attacked and eliminated by us. "It's getting late," she looked at me with some hesitation, and glanced at me again. a glanceTianmin, as if asking me for something, said, "You take it off first. "I know that she is a bit ashamed as a woman at this moment, she has forgotten that what we are going to carry out is a struggle, a revolution, and our words and deeds are for the defense and counterattack of the enemy's attack, all for the revolution The results and achievements of the revolution were successfully carried out and expanded. I started to unbutton my clothes. I said: "You unbuttoned too? "She also unbuttoned her clothes. She took off the first piece of clothing first. When we took off our clothes, Cheng Tianmin finally understood what we were going to do in front of him. His face was still so blank at first, until When Hongmei took off her blouse, his face turned pale with a bang, and he began to let out dry and fierce screams from his throat again, like an old frog in a dry wheat field unable to bear the heat in summer night. Amidst his snoring and his shaking his body and making the chair under his buttocks rattle, we took off our clothes and put them on the head of the bed. Hongmei stood naked far away from Cheng Tianmin. On the edge of the bed over there, she stepped on a page of "Cheng Xue Xinyi" manuscript paper that fell on the floor. Although she suffered a lot in prison, her body was still as crystal clear as before, and her skin was still the same. It was soft and white, exactly the same as the moonlight that night. Her whiteness, softness, and nakedness made Cheng Tianmin's throat suddenly burst out a strange, rough, slow and ten-mile-long cry, and he Inexplicably, there was no more sound, and the chair stopped shaking. As if he had cursed something, he became quiet and suppressed his anger. However, when he was quiet, his face turned green, and his neck His tendons visibly twitched, he stared at Hongmei, his eyeballs wanted to flow out. His anger might be about to reach a climax. Be angry, roar, the Yangtze River is galloping, and the Yellow River is roaring. I fired three or eight guns, I am loaded with bullets; I am carrying the ammunition bag on my back, and I am going forward bravely. I am carrying a grenade on my shoulders, to destroy the Chiang gangsters. I have drawn the bayonet, and the knife is shining! But, but at this moment , when Hongmei finally took off all her clothes, I found that apart from the revolutionary enthusiasm and desire for revenge, I didn't seem to have the passion and strength to do that. I know the unspeakable Here it goes again. My damn thing is like a sleepy bird between my legs right now. I found out when I was about to take off my panties at the end and I knew I was thinking too much before The revolution and Cheng Si, the attention is focused on Er Cheng's books and Cheng Tianmin's manuscripts. Hongmei saw that my hands were frozen on my crotch when I took off my underpants, she understood what happened from the sky, her face After a layer of embarrassment, she sat on the edge of the bed, leaving her back to her father-in-law Cheng Tianmin. My soul, flesh, spirit and bone marrow. She sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly got up and took off my underpants, Two slaps on my things. The slaps were green and white, and they flew towards the temple like bright ice cubes. They hit the moonlight and made the crackling sound of glass, and hit the wall with a loud sound. Dangdang's wooden clubs clashed. I screamed and took a step back. Before I could figure out what happened, Hongmei chased after him again, half squatting and half kneeling, bowing her body, with her hair loose, looking crazy She slapped my things one after another, and grabbed my thighs one by one. She hit and pulled, pinched and dug, and kept cursing: "I want you to sue us !I let you sue us!You accuse us of adultery and murder of counter-revolutionaries, but you yourself are an out-and-out counter-revolutionary, a sinister executioner, and a murderous conspirator without blinking an eye! "She cursed and beat, I kept shrinking back, and she kept chasing me forward. At this time, a fiery pain and hot swelling appeared between my legs. My thigh The roots quickly swelled up like dough, and the blood all over the body rushed there screaming. My thing became hard in the pain. I immediately hugged Hongmei to the bed. I hugged While looking at Hongmei, she was still whispering, "I want you to sue us!I let you sue us!I am a counter-revolutionary and say we are counter-revolutionaries! "The most sacred and seductive moment has come. The moonlight is quiet, the stars twinkle, the trees stand tall, the hall bows, the wind chimes stop, the pines and cypresses bow, the grapes stare, the courtyard walls stand tall, the roof tiles stretch their arms, the shadows don't move, the village screen There was a sound of silence, the mountains stopped breathing, the cows and sheep stretched their necks, the birds opened their eyes wide, the flying mosquitoes settled in midair, and the air stopped flowing. When I thrust into the red plum, she was as startled as ever She trembled, and let out a red hot scream, as if she was doing that for the first time in her life, the first time coveting this provocative and sacred quarter of an hour in life. I knew half of her scream It was because I was so happy that I couldn't help calling, and half of it was deliberately exaggerated for her father-in-law to hear. But as soon as she came out, she encouraged me, and I did it desperately and wholeheartedly. I don't look at Cheng Tianmin I heard Cheng Tianmin's gnashing of teeth, and heard the clinking sound of the stool legs and the brick floor when he wanted to turn his back to us. What was more piercing and exciting was not Cheng Tianmin's But as I moved up and down on Hongmei's body, I twitched and twitched, the bed made a high and low dry creaking sound, which was the sound of the books and papers under us. In the air, the milky white smell permeated, the crystal sweat splashed, and the red meat fragrance overflowed; the sound flew back and forth, the moonlight was blue and white, and the stars Red and green. I no longer think about Cheng Si and Cheng Tianmin, I only think about toughness and revolution, happiness and loss of soul, me and the naked Hongmei, and how long I can last this toughness. I think that when I can hold on for as long as I can, I know that I am afraid that I will die, that the landslide will collapse, and the collapse will be imminent. At this moment, I can see the shadow of the wall cast from me is still in place, and the shadow of the bed is still there. A side line is still on that brick seam, so I know that my hard time is only as long as half a cigarette, and it is only as long as some men take a cigarette, swallow it in their throat for a while and then spit it out. I am afraid that at this moment I insisted not to go, and collapsed and submerged with a bang after pouring. After all, I stayed in prison night after day. After all, I didn’t eat all day and night. I only ate a dry bun in the first half of the night. I walked for tens of miles. My whole body was constricted, my throat was dry, and my body was dripping with sweat. I was really about to collapse. It was about to die, and it was about to end. I understand that the collapse at this moment was not just me and One thing about Hongmei, but a revolution that was abandoned halfway, a battle against the enemy that just started and ran out of food and ammunition. It was when the enemy turned around and fled after being defeated by us, we handed over our hands to make way for them .I was afraid that I would pour down and collapse. I couldn't help the temptation and teasing of the pouring joy. I moved faster and faster and crazily. Hongmei clearly felt something under me. We are glued, aren't we Husband and wife are better than husband and wife. She knows me well and knows every detail. When she felt that my movements were on the verge of peak, she suddenly stopped screaming and shook my shoulders with both hands and said, "Aijun, listen.Listen up! "I was shocked: "What? "She said: "Someone seems to be singing somewhere. I pricked up my ears and heard the boundless silence rushing towards the temple. I started my movements again. She slapped me hard on the back. "Revolutionary Soldiers Raising Swords and Guns" "I listened carefully again. I seemed to really hear the sound of silk-like music in the sound of the moonlight falling from the other side of the mountain, and I seemed to hear the lyrics in that sound were the fragrance of nine laurel flowers / war songs ringing everywhere / poor people Turning over/workers and peasants raised their swords and guns. Hongmei said, did you hear it? I nodded to her. Hongmei said, listen carefully, the sound is getting louder and flowing like water. I put my hands on the On her breasts, she pushed her ears into the air. This time, what I heard was not "Revolutionary Soldiers Raising Swords and Guns" from the top of Palou Mountain, but from the south. "March to New Victory". The song seems to be very far away from us, hundreds of thousands of miles away, and the speaker that plays the song is in poor contact with the circuit. Sometimes there will be sound, and sometimes there will be no sound. I still want to follow the song I continued to listen to the route, but the singing suddenly changed to "Liuyang River", and the voice was much louder than before. There was a woman with a voice like a mountain spring, who seemed to be singing on the river beach in the south of Chenggang Town. The instruments of Xianzi and Shengxiao are placed on the embankment of Liulin on the river beach. I like "Liuyang River" in my daily life. Every time I hear "Liuyang River", I think of a delicate and beautiful village girl carrying a bamboo basket and a sickle Walking down a small river, she sang as she walked, and mowed the grass while she sang, when the basket was full and she got hot, she went down to the river naked to take a bath, splashing the water on her fair and plump body, Singing how many bays did the Liuyang River bend? Dozens of miles of waterway lead to the Xiangjiang River? Is there any county by the river? Who came out to lead the people to liberate? This scene happened again, and the girl only Seventeen or eighteen years old, stripped naked and sang the first stanza, and kept smiling and beckoning me to walk towards her. I couldn’t help but walk towards her. As I stepped on the water, I kept my eyes on her On the little girl's unrepentant carcass, when she came to her, she carefully touched the little girl's deep purple nipples with small green spots like rice grains, echoing her voice. I sang a duet with her. I sang that the Liuyang River bends over Jiudao Bay, and the fifty-mile waterway reaches Palou Mountain. There is Chenggang Town at the foot of the mountain. There is a Gao Aijun, and the leaders turn people over. Then, the seventeen or eight When the little girl heard it, she leaned her head on my shoulder, stroked my chest with her hands, and sang to me the third paragraph of "Liuyang River"——Liuyang River bends over Jiudao Bay, fifty miles away From the waterway to Chenggang, the river flows continuously, which cannot be compared to Gao Aijun’s kindness to people. I was completely moved by her singing, and completely conquered by her smooth, immature, and white body. When she sang, her voice had the two colors of summer and autumn. The sound of running water after the heat of the season, and the smell of green grass and milk in early spring. She is so young, there is not even a wrinkle on her body, and there is a layer of soft light on the fine white hair on her lips , as if it is a stream of water vapor hanging there, as long as you touch it with your hand, it will turn into drops of water and disappear, but she is so mature, when she sings or smiles, she has a mature and bright face Her breasts are full, her waist is slender and her legs are long, she stands in the water like a willow by the river. Apart from these touching features, what is even more touching is her love for me.My respect and adoration, my loyalty and praise.I kissed her hair, kissed her nose bridge, kissed her lips, bit the tip of her tongue.After I had these kisses to her, she jumped onto the bank naked, with a sweet and loud voice, and she dedicated the fourth and fifth paragraphs of "Liuyang River" to me: Gao Aijun is like the sun/he Guide us forward / We will always walk with you / Happy Jiangshan is forever.The Liuyang River is wide and long/Songs on both sides of the river are everywhere/Sweet songs can’t be sung/Happy life is forever... After singing, her face was bright red, and her eyes were full of hope.I was moved to tears by her praise of me, trembling all over, and at a loss, but at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, she asked me in a cold and disappointed way: "Don't you like me? Do you see me?" Has there ever been a woman with a better and more beautiful body than me?" I finally cried, and the tears splashed on the ground, and I rushed to hug her in my arms and put her on a bed.The bed was covered with toilet paper and had a musty smell, but she said it was here, as long as you liked me, it could be anywhere.We just lay on that bed, touching each other, whispering to each other, from day to night, from light night to late night, listening to revolutionary songs from other villages and wilderness, doing that thing, so powerful, so solid, so long.While I was doing things, I was listening to music from all directions.The song from the east is "Tianshan Qingsong Roots and Roots", the song from the south is "Red Mountains and Flowing Water", the song from the north is the theme song of the movie "Sunny Sky", "All People Run Forward with One Heart", and the song from the southeast The song is "Community Teams Learn from Dazhai", the song from the northeast is "Singing the Eighth Company on Nanjing Road", and the song from the southwest is the theme song of the movie "Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge" "Towering Zhongshan Welcomes the Sun". The song from the northwest is the theme song of the movie "Shashiyu", "Contemporary Yugong Changing the Sky", the song that fell from the sky is "Song of Shooting", and the song that emerged from the ground is "Like Lei Feng", " 700 million people and 700 million soldiers" and "People of the World Unite".We were completely surrounded and inspired by the singing.The sky is full of songs, the ground is full of music, the notes are like rice grains, the beautiful lyrics are like flowers, and the score of battle is like mulberry.Sing, dance, fight, talk, laugh and roar.Not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth, only afraid of the sound of gongs and drums sleeping and singing.Don't be afraid of Cheng Temple rising into the clouds, don't be afraid of the god Cheng Tianmin, be afraid that the torrent will cut off the water, or be afraid that the torrent will close the gate.The song is the bed, the song is the quilt, the courage to fight and not fall asleep; the song is the quilt, the song is the bed, and the revolutionary songs shine.Fight, fight, fight, win, win, win.Struggle is attack, attack is victory, victory is triumph, triumph is flower.Hongmei said: "Aijun, what song do you hear? The accordion is playing vigorously." I said, "Can't you hear it? It's "March of the Guerrillas"." Hongmei said, "Listen to this What is the erhu playing here?" I said, "Is it the part where the devil enters the village in "Tunnel Warfare"?" She said there is another one, you turn your ears to the southeast.I just rode on her and turned my ears to the southeast side a little bit, and I heard erhu, shengxiao, piano, foreign flute, etc., the earthy, Chinese and Western concertos, sometimes small rivers, sometimes big Going to the east of the river, sometimes there are high mountains and white clouds, and sometimes floods and beasts.I said what song is this?She said it was a revolutionary march anyway.I said that I had never heard of such a revolutionary march.She said the sweat on your face fell into my eyes.I said what time is it now, why haven't I heard the rooster crow?She said don't care what time it is, we'd better die on this bed tonight doing business.I said I was exhausted, and she said you should lie down and have a rest.I just lay under her and let her turn over and liberate her on me.As soon as I lay down, I felt that my sweat had soaked the manuscripts of "Er Cheng Quan Shu" and Cheng Tianmin's "Cheng Xue Xinyi", and the papyrus turned into wet leaves under my back, with the smell of ink. It mixed with the meaty aroma of Hongmei and penetrated into my nose.The moonlight seems to be thinner, and the stars are thinner than before, only the dew smell from the monsoon in the middle of the night has thickened.We forgot the time, the environment, the revolution and the world, the enemy and the struggle, we didn’t hear the rooster crowing and the dog barking in the village, we didn’t see that the moonlight was thinner and moister than before when the stars were half set, and we didn’t Thinking of how Cheng Tianmin had been watching us for so long, he gritted his teeth and turned his head away.It's been so old for a long time, for a long time, and the years have passed, is there still a grunt scolding us in his throat?Does the stool that binds him still jingle?The singing is flying all over the sky, and the love is everywhere.The bed creaked and creaked, and the book paper turned into mud and dripped everywhere.Hongmei crawled on my body.Hongmei sat on my body.I am in front of Hongmei.I am from behind Hongmei.I turned Hongmei's feet up to the sky, and I stood under the bed.I let Hongmei crawl on the bed, with her butt up to the sky, and I stood behind her.I asked Hongmei to turn sideways, and I turned sideways behind her.I let Hongmei bend one leg, and she pressed my leg under hers.She made me sit on the edge of the bed, and she sat on my thighs herself.She made me lie on my back on the edge of the bed, and she stood under the bed.She uses her hands, she uses her mouth, she uses her hands, mouth, and body together, and let me act together with her hands, mouth, and body.We are omnipotent, we are omnipotent; we rack our brains for ways to do things, we experiment with all the ways of doing things in the world.We are like pigs, we are like dogs; we are like chickens, we are like phoenixes.We are gentle like catkins, we are crazy like tigers and leopards.Life is like water flowing eastward, regard death as home and start a revolution.We are pigs, we are dogs.We are not as good as chickens, but we are not as good as phoenixes.We are really a pair of donkeys, we are really two cows, we are really two horses, and we are really two mules.Wolves are kinder than us, lions are shyer than us, tigers are gentler than us, jackals are gentler than us.We are naked, we are endless, we have only a beginning and never an end.Nakedness is the best weapon in the struggle.There is no need to hide it and be shy, even if the enemy pours shit on our heads for the sake of revolution.Revolution is love, and revolution and love come from the same deep well.Women are cute because of the revolution, and men are heroes because of the revolution.There is no weapon more powerful, no revolution more honorable than nakedness.Revolution, face the night; fight, face the dawn.Say we are pigs, we are pigs; say we are dogs, we are dogs.If you call us animals, we will smile at you; if you call us inferior to animals, we will nod to you.No one has a broader mind than a revolutionist, and no one has a stronger will than a revolutionist.We revolutionize, we fight.There is no end to life, no end to battle.Carry the banner of battle on your shoulders, take the guns from the martyrs, follow the footsteps of heroes, and always move forward in the revolution.Fight bravely and never leave the battlefield.Looking at the world, the wind and thunder are shaking in all directions.The prairie fire is raging, and the workers and peasants are armed, vowing to bury all the reactionaries in the world, and what shines on us is the red sun that will never set!The Big Dipper in the sky, the moon is bright on the ground; in the quiet night, people are sleeping; Cheng Gang breathes lightly, and the memorial arch opens his eyes; the explosives have been buried, and the Cheng Temple is not peaceful; when will it dawn?Booming into nothingness; Aijun and Hongmei will never be in love; a bed of moldy paper, the future is a proof; life is a piece of soil, love grass is green; wind, frost, thunder, rain and lightning, which can stop flowers from blooming; in the future, the world will be red; not only The show is the same as before, and the statement is made with a smile.Look, the morning light is already shining in the east; listen, the horn has sounded through the monastery, smell, the smell of gunpowder fills the air; touch, how smooth and delicious the skin of love is.Meat hits meat, sparks fly, red light, the sky seems to be on fire; kisses kiss, panting, clanging, splitting, peeling, like straws on fire and overripe beans bursting; the legs of the bed scream The sound flew into the air, playing songs coming from all directions.The notes are floating like autumn leaves, and the lyrics are falling like hailstones; the happy and sharp cry of red plums shoots into the sky, the moon trembles and the stars tremble, the fog clears, and hits the songs coming from all directions, the lyrics are like fruit falling When it fell, the notes scattered and overflowed in the backyard like water samples from a breached embankment.Go in and out with a strong will, and fight with high morale; cut thorns and thorns, fight in the heart of the enemy, ride the wind and waves, and arouse my passion; wearing stars and moons, I sharpen my knives and guns with passion, in the wind and waves, the wolf den I dare.In prison, I cleverly planned out of the cell.The style is thousands of miles, and it is still a battlefield.Stand up to destroy tigers and leopards, fight bravely against wolves, be strong and determined, mighty and heroic, and face the deep sea with head held high.Let the enemy's cunning use all tricks, and the revolutionaries will not be shaken, standing tall and strong like a mountain.Looking at Xia Hongmei, I am fascinated, and I keep my revolutionary sentiment and comradely love in my heart.The sound of battle songs was heard across the sky, and the revolutionary flag was seen flying in the sky in the night sky.The glorious avenue of Palou Mountain is magnificent and broad, and a love song opens a new chapter for mankind.The beautiful body and beautiful face make my heart flutter, and more importantly, they are like-minded and willing to die for the revolution.As time goes by, the moonlight goes away quietly; the morning dew is darkening, and the morning sun is brewing.In a trance, it seems that the sound of the song returns to the distance.I can only hear that our breathing is thick and strong.Exhausted, only the last strength is left; when all strength is exhausted, the 100-meter sprint welcomes the dawn.We were covered in sweat, we were both washed with water, our muscles and bones were weak, and the final orgasm was unstoppable.Facing the tide, she breathes wildly; at the head of the tide, I have a rising sun in my chest.He tried his best to compose the song of life, and twisted her in every possible way, as if she was dying or hurting.Looking at the sky, she screamed Yun Feixia happily; listening to the sound, my attack horn was louder.I thought that I was a second too early, but she said that the most appropriate time is right.I said that this time was the most disorienting, and it was so wonderful that it didn't matter if I died.She said that there have been hundreds of times, but there has never been a male and female orgasm at the same time, and the climax overlaps and the heart is torn apart. Soul floats everywhere.With one love tonight, the sweetness of the world will always stay in the room, one event is better than a hundred times, and the beauty in an instant is longer than a hundred years.One night of cloud and fog, rain and dew turn into wind and frost, go back to prison in the morning, smile at Zulang, that is, go to the execution ground in the future, and thank the revolution for the opportunity, the tree of love grows strong, the revolution is the fat and the fruit, love is the goal, the revolution is the key , Gang Ju Cai Mu Zhang.Love makes our revolution powerful, our will is stronger, revolution makes us sincere, and our unswerving love lasts forever.If there is no spear, there will be no shield. If there is no eye, what is the point? The moon shines through the sun. What is the meaning of the sun without moonlight?Complementing each other to make revolution, the brilliance of revolutionary significance illuminates the ages and generations, and illuminates the four directions.Clean up the mess and get off the bed, and see the silence in the temple, hazy, the shadow of the moon is faint, the shadows of the trees are swaying, the dew drips in the world when I wake up, and the east is white... Ah——————————————————— —Last yo, last yo, the last time binds our hands and feet like a rope.Last yo, last yo, the last time is like a knife and gun, piercing our hearts and bleeding.Finally...finally...finally we turned our heads to look at Cheng Tianmin, he was still tied to the chair with his pillow stuffed in his mouth, but the chair was no longer facing us, but the back of the chair our side.The back of the chair was facing us, and Cheng Tianmin could not look at us, but he turned his head away from his shoulders, his eyes were fixed on the bed, his neck was as stiff as a green bamboo pole, his mouth was slightly open, and his teeth were dead. They bit each other tightly, and those presbyopic eyes were too wide open to stare too hard without blinking, two streams of sticky black blood flowed out of the eyes and coagulated on the nose. On both sides, like two strings of red ears on a flagpole.Finally yo... finally yo...

Finally, we walked out of the monastery hand in hand.在程岗镇的社员群众大都还没醒来，醒来的也还赖在床上的当儿，我们把所有炸药的导火索全都点着了。片刻之后，突然间一声巨响之后，便跟着有了一连串轰轰隆隆的响声。接着，便是雨点般砖瓦落地的砰砰啪啪。这些响声持续的时间足足有十里长短。待音止声落，程岗镇便被炸药中的硫磺淹没了，陷入一片死寂了，宛若不是程寺和牌坊倒塌了，死去了，而是整个世界都轰隆一声死去了，消失了。革命已经发展到了一个新的阶段———它是站在海岸遥望海中已经看得见桅杆尖头了的一只航船，它是躁动于母腹中快要成熟的一个婴儿，它是立于高山之巅，远望东方已经光芒四射喷薄欲出的一轮朝日。朝日出来了。朝日如是被炸药崩出来的一样，血血淋淋，红红艳艳。因为已经不能再在天亮之前赶回狱里，站回到原来的凳子上；因为我们回去以后，就打算把所有的事情和盘托出，不向党有任何隐瞒。我们决定要做一对诚实的人，要做一对高尚的人，一对纯粹的人，一对有道德的人，一对脱离了低级趣味的人，一对有益于人民的人，既然这样，我们还有必要连三急四地赶路吗？我们手拉着手，新婚夫妻似的，不慌不忙地在美丽的朝霞中往城外的监狱走去了。