Chapter 21 Chapter 19 Hero Sonata

one Wuhan has truly become a big furnace.In terms of Qin Zhen's feelings, he returned to Wuhan and left Wuhan completely different.At that time, there was an occasional breeze blowing from the river, but now, strong sunlight is projected on the river, like a thick fog that is transpiring, translucent but hot.The sky is on fire!The whole of Wuhan seems to be burning.Qin Zhen still lives in the same apartment on Dongting Street. Even though all the doors and windows are open, the air in the room seems to be parched, making it difficult to breathe.He touched the walls and furniture, and they were all hot. Even the water from the faucet was lukewarm, and the wind from the fan was not cool.Qin Zhen raised his neck and drank a few cups of cold water, then took off his coat, shirtless, and sat down on the uncomfortable wicker chair.Ever since he left the front line, he felt that everything was unsatisfactory. Now, he is like a burning man, being roasted and burned from the inside to the outside. The most unbearable thing is that there is not even a drop of sweat. Drain?Was it like this in Wuhan in the past?No, now, could it be that the weather has changed, is it that I am old and lack the ability to adapt?Why did the word "old" come to mind as soon as I got back to the rear? This is really funny for people in their forties.The sound of the air whistle coming in from the window diverted his attention, and he walked to the door leading to the balcony, his eyes gradually brightened.There are so many boats on the river, weaving and shuttling, and coming and going frequently.There are black ferry boats, light gray long voyage freighters, dark blue passenger ships, and a small red customs traffic boat, busily driving among the ships.These ships blew their whistles from far and near, high and low, some as deep as a bass, some as loud as a soprano, various and complex, forming a Yangtze River chorus.This is something that he didn't have when he left Wuhan. It shows that this economic artery has become active and prosperous. "Lvyan rushes to the ground, the home of Zhongming Dingshi; Gejian Mijin, the boat of green birds and yellow dragons", really has such an extraordinary spirit!These ships are competing and busy in the scorching sun, don't they feel hot and forget the heat?

Qin Zhen was eager to know what the transfer was, so he sent Staff Officer Huang to the headquarters to inquire about reporting, and the answer he got was to report directly to Deputy Director Yao Ximing of the Political Department.He dialed the phone himself, and the secretary who answered the phone said modestly with a smile: Director Yao is attending a meeting, and when Director Yao makes an appointment, he will notify Qin Zhen immediately.Qin Zhen asked a question: "Why did you call me back in such a hurry?" The other party smiled but did not answer, just said: "Deputy Commander Qin! I don't think Director Yao will invite you this afternoon, so you should take a rest!"

"okay, bye!" He put down the phone and frowned anxiously: "This young man's mouth is so tight, he didn't reveal any news, and he was still smiling. Why are you laughing? Why are you laughing, this young man! Rest! Rest! I'll run to your stove Come to rest? Cough!" I can't think of any reason, I'd better go to sleep, this day must be passed!So he spread a bamboo mat on the floor.Originally, the long journey from Xiangxi to Hubei and then through Yunmengze made him tired and tired, making him want to sleep.But because the task was unknown and the situation was unpredictable, he lay down and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.It was such a hard toss for an afternoon.

Although night has fallen, the temperature has not dropped.However, when viewed from a distance from the building, the endless lights are like the ethereal Milky Way in the sky pouring into the world, with billions of golden sands and silver sands shining, and the Yangtze River is particularly fascinating.Yellow, white, red, and green lights flicker on the black river surface, floating leisurely and intoxicating.Qin Zhen took a shower, fanned the plantain fan, and did not turn on the lights. All kinds of neon-like lights from boats on the Yangtze River and cars on the road moved and flickered on the roof and ceiling through the windows.

At this moment, he heard a knock on the door, and he responded immediately: "Come in!" It was Yao Ximing's secretary who came in, and he said: "Director Yao, please go over." "How is his illness?" "Okay, but the doctor told me not to be tired, but he hasn't rested since he got out of bed..." Qin Zhen was neatly dressed in a brand new military uniform and shiny leather shoes. He followed the secretary for a short distance and walked into the downstairs living room of the bungalow.The living room is furnished with a rattan sofa, and the long-winged electric fan under the roof is spinning silently. The large chandelier above is not turned on, and only a few wall lamps are on, making the light in the room look dim and soft.Qin Zhen was looking at it when he heard a burst of light and hurried footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned his head and saw that Yao Ximing had walked in casually. As soon as he sat down, he said:

"You should take a break first!" "I don't know what's going on with this transfer order, I'm not at the bottom of my heart!" "I'm still a monkey with a temper, so I can't be idle! I can't be idle!" Yao Ximing smiled brightly on his stubble-covered face, raised two thick eyebrows, cast a friendly look, and then solemnly said: "Twice angina, this is a warning to you!" Qin Zhen's heart was pounding, and he thought to himself: Oops, it's this thing that can't be concealed that has brought him trouble, and maybe his military career has come to an end!He collected himself, however, and said:

"Your illness is worse than mine, but you..." "What's mine! It's an old problem, just lie down for a few days, and it will pass as soon as the fever subsides." Qin Zhen heard from people that Yao Ximing suffered from tuberculosis due to long-term imprisonment. It is said that there are several cavities in the lungs, and he will inevitably cough up a few mouthfuls of blood when he gets sick.In order to avoid entanglement, Yao Ximing resolutely went straight to the point and told Qin Zhen a piece of news that discouraged him: "The central government notified you to go to Beijing for a meeting."

"At this time, leave the front line?" "This matter is very important. The Political Consultative Conference will be held to establish a new China." Qin Zhen begged distressedly: "Could you consider changing someone as a leader? I'm good at military affairs, but not good at politics." His face suddenly turned pale.On the way back from the front, he made various plans: Should he be transferred from the Western Front to the Eastern Front, should he be transferred to another field army, or should he be sent to perform a special combat mission?But he didn't think of this move—leave the front line immediately!He immediately showed a very stubborn, really recalcitrant air.

It fell apart right from the start. Yao Ximing stood up from the wicker chair and paced back and forth on the floor slowly.His face was changing and flickering like a storm.He crossed his arms across his chest, stood in front of Qin Zhen, looked at him seriously for a while, and asked him: "Have you ever thought about who you are?" Qin Zhenwen was stunned by this, and he blurted out: "I'm a soldier..." "No, you are a revolutionary first and foremost. If war is the continuation of politics, how can politics not be the continuation of war these days? I've heard many people say what you said these days, and there are others who say more than you Mysterious, I will lose my job after the war, as if we are just war machines, just puppets, without brains, without consciousness, without ideals. No, that won’t work. Fighting back and forth will confuse people and forget why we fought We fought the longest revolutionary war in the world, and we sacrificed so many good comrades. Take Qiu Bai as an example! Lu Xun's comrade-in-arms, didn't he sing the "Internationale" and die calmly? I want to ask you , What were they thinking the moment they died? What they thought was that one day they would establish a new China on this disaster-stricken land!..."

Yao Ximing turned from excitement to deep thinking. He sat down without speaking for a long time. Qin Zhen felt a huge shock in his heart. He regretted that he had spoken too absolutely, and wanted to ease it up.He remembered Yao Ximing's mention of Lu Xun just now, and remembered that when he left Wuhan, he came to Yao Ximing's place and saw him reading "The Complete Works of Lu Xun" on the hospital bed, so he accosted him and asked: "Have you finished reading the Complete Works of Lu Xun?" As soon as Lu Xun was mentioned, Yao Ximing became very excited: "After reading it, after reading it, won't this cure my illness?"

Knowing that Yao Ximing also remembered that conversation, Qin Zhen looked at each other and smiled, breaking the dullness. "Victory! Victory, what does it mean? I often think about this question recently. Our Chinese nation was originally great and glorious, but it has suffered shame and disasters for so many years. But, our civilization, our Ethics, our morals, are we gone? No, just take Lu Xun as an example. He is great because he represents the noble virtues of the nation. He has no servility in the face of the butcher knife, and he has the soul of the Chinese nation. , Revolutionary ambition. We have stained this land red with blood, just to let it emit a stronger light to the world. We have no hesitation and march forward bravely, just to cross this threshold. However, when we reach the threshold, our comrades How can you stay away?" This remark raised Qin Zhen's thoughts to a new height.Yes, after so many years of rolling in blood and fire, he gradually forgot the ultimate goal, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed; however, he couldn't bear to separate himself from the front line, he felt that Yao Ximing didn't fully understand his wish, his Wish, his ambition.Isn't it also for the ideal of communism to wipe out the last piece of land and annihilate the last enemy? Yao Ximing was also thinking secretly in his heart. He was moved by Qin Zhen. He knew that for a half-life soldier like him, if he left the front line at this time, it would be like doing something shameful.The honesty of ordinary soldiers is also the virtue of our senior commanders. They have donated everything for the revolution, but they always feel that they have given nothing to the revolution.Yao Ximing smiled and looked at him, he could see through his heart at a glance.Not only did he not want to blame him, but he sympathized with him.If he could just wave his hand and say, "Go back to the front line!" It would be a great favor to Qin Zhen.But no, he doesn't have that much power.The two were silent for a while, Qin Zhen said: "Director Yao, can you let me think about it again?" "That's fine. If you can't figure it out, you won't be able to carry out the task well. It's not for you to go there to make up the numbers that will determine the national plan for generations to come. If you can't figure it out, then there's nothing I can do. I have to convince you again!" Qin Zhen raised his eyes and looked at Yao Ximing, and immediately thought of the words "with all his heart and soul".He had a further understanding that this person not only looked like Lu Xun in appearance but also in heart, like a raging fire, burning so selflessly, purely and purely.Qin Zhen felt that the fire was attracting him, making him willing to throw himself into it.Thinking of Yao Ximing's sick body, he immediately got up to say goodbye, but Yao Ximing insisted on keeping him for dinner. "Director Yao! You are too tired, I still..." "This is our old tradition! Those who come back from the front line don't even keep a light meal, and I am too stingy as a director." A small table , the two sat facing each other.The food was very simple, just a few plates of green vegetables, tofu, and a steamed fish, which seemed to be added on the spur of the moment. There were two side dishes, one was fried bitter gourd with tempeh, and the other was deep-fried red pepper, which immediately aroused Qin Zhen's strong appetite.Yao Ximing didn't drink alcohol himself, but poured a glass of brandy and asked Qin Zhen to drink it.Yao Ximing became so chatty and laughing freely, freely.He talked about the power generation of the Yangtze River, about the economy, about culture, about science, and about the huge changes in the knowledge structure of the entire nation. At that time, China will stand among the most advanced in the world.From this chat, Qin Zhen felt that Yao Ximing's whole heart was turned in one direction, and his focus seemed to be not on the present, but on the future.This left a vivid and deep impression on Qin Zhen. Qin Zhen came out, thinking as he walked.When he reached a crossroad, he woke up suddenly and found that he had passed the end.He smiled, turned around and walked back to the apartment. The sign before the storm is that it is stuffy and the air pressure is very low. He didn't turn on the light, he took advantage of the hazy light and shadow cast from the window, filled a bathtub with cold water, soaked in it, and remained silent, but his thoughts were jumping and churning in his heart like lightning and thunder.Yes, as distinct as day and night, two different worlds are distinguished inside and outside this threshold, peace in the front and war in the back; happiness in the front and disaster in the back; light in the front and darkness in the back, but he I also feel that there is a thread of connection between the two—that is, we must continue to struggle! …I should now cross that threshold soberly.After crossing, I still brave the wind and rain, overcome obstacles,... Yes, the way of life can be different, but the road of life is the same, we will continue to fight, but from one front to another, life is endless, and the battle is endless!Such is the life of a revolutionary! ...Thinking, thinking, his mood gradually brightened, he jumped out of the bathtub with a splash, wrapped a big bath towel, and called Yao Ximing: A laughing voice came from over there: "How about it, have you figured it out?" "I will do my duty." "Now let me tell you! It was the central government that called your name, but I don't want to use the central government's decision to pressure you as soon as we meet." Then a happy voice sounded from the phone, "Okay! Comrade Qin Zhen, for countless Living and dead, do your sacred duty!" two In September in Beijing, the lingering summer heat is not over, but there is a gust of cool breeze from time to time, which heralds the arrival of a golden autumn.Qin Zhen and the others were sent from the Beijing Railway Station to the Liuguo Hotel in Dongjiaomin Lane.Liuguo Hotel and Beijing Hotel are the only two western-style high-end hotels in old Beijing.In the past, except for the white-clothed waiters, few Chinese people came in and out here. They can be said to be a small piece of foreign territory on the land of China.But now, when Qin Zhen walked into the glass door and slowly climbed up the steps covered with red carpet, he felt that the huge chandelier hanging from the dome was so dazzling.They walked southward through a red-carpeted, wood-panelled corridor, in which was lit a string of very handsome wall lamps.Not long ago, Qin Zhen, who slept on the lawn in the dark night, was not used to seeing this luxurious furnishings.But on second thought, he laughed again.Because all of this belongs to us, just like the red moonlight on the lawn at night belongs to us.What's more, now everything here is part of the old and young Beijing that is erupting with joyful atmosphere?What made Qin Zhen particularly satisfied was that the room on the second floor that was assigned to him was not a bustling city but an ancient city wall outside the window. Outside the city wall, there were constant rumbling sounds of trains passing by.It seemed to him that it was the trains that kept him in touch with the far south, as if he could use them to carry his mind forward, and they could bring back his mind from the front.This magnificent and elegant room seems to be kindly expressing its kindness to the distant place. Everything is simple, comfortable and peaceful.From the starched white linen tablecloths and sheets, there was a cool breath.Beijing, how lovely Beijing was in 1949!It's like waking up from a dark, dark nightmare, but it hasn't had time to change its clothes yet.Not to mention that future generations simply cannot imagine what Beijing looked like back then, even people who have experienced that era have gradually forgotten the appearance of Beijing in the past because they have become accustomed to today's skyscrapers and clouds of cars.However, Beijing in 1949 will forever remain in people's hearts with incomparable and irreplaceable historical significance.It is like a bright and magnificent star hanging above the sky, which is indelible and shining forever.At that time, Tiananmen Square was not as vast and grand as it is now, but it had the majesty and beauty it had developed over several centuries.At that time, in front of the bridge of the Jinshui River, against the background of the yellow glazed tiles of Tiananmen Square and the red city wall, there were two crystal white marble watches, which were the symbols of the ancient national elves.The sculpted Panlong is lively and vigorously flying to the top of a white cloud, which makes people feel as if they are flying up to the sky.There is a building with red walls and golden roofs and three arches in the east and west. They have the momentum of a triumphal arch. At the southern end of the square, there is a front door and a gray archery tower.In this way, it is surrounded by a square made of black ancient stones in the middle.With the square as the center, there is an archway at the intersection of busy streets and streets in the four corners of the city.But if you take a closer look, grass grows on houses in countless alleys, and many streets have turned into mud ponds, with pale faces everywhere, with decaying grass and setting sun, presenting a scene of decay and dilapidation in the old century.However, at this time, a great change has taken place here, and a vibrant and energetic new world is sprouting from the ruins.You can smell the elegant fragrance of lotus roots blowing from the North Sea in the breeze, no, maybe it is the smell of ripe crops blowing from outside the city.In short, people like Qin Zhen who have just come from the fire of blood are more likely to smell such a fresh, dawn breath more sensitively. Qin Zhen lived here in 1946 when he joined the Executive Department of the Beiping Mediation Office. After liberation, I spent a warm and unforgettable period of time here. He went and came again, and the great changes that had taken place here made him feel at home, peacefully, and he lay in bed listening to the rumbling wheels of the train.He closed his eyes, and he wanted to really make up for the sound sleep that he must have after the war (in Changde and Wuhan, he couldn't do it because of his worries, but now he can do it).The guard Xiao Chen understood this, and didn't even wake him up for dinner, but left him a meal on the table.He did not know when he woke up, ate a random meal in his pajamas, and then went back to sleep——he needed milk like a hungry baby, and nourishment like a chronically ill patient, and the milk that nourished him was a peaceful sleep , this may be the natural law of his recovery after two angina pectoris. Sure enough, when he entered Huairen Hall for the first time, people found that Qin Zhen was full of energy and radiant, as if he had looked younger for ten years.Qin Zhen felt that everyone was full of joy, crowded and bustling.But he still has one thing on his mind.When he saw the name of Liang Shuguang's mother, Mother Liang, from the list of representatives of the Political Consultative Conference, he was very excited and wanted to run to see her immediately.After entering Huairen Hall, he immediately begged a staff member of the assembly: "Can you take me to meet Liang Qingxiu, the representative of Central China?" "If you want to see Mama Liang, come with me." On the front of Huairen Hall is a newly decorated podium. Opposite to the podium, there are two main halls, two corridors and wing rooms, and one color of large glass.There is a large rectangular courtyard in the middle, covered with a roof, filled with rows of long tables and seats, which is the venue for the Political Consultative Conference.This Huairen hall is carved with painted beams and painted columns, colorfully painted and extremely magnificent.Although the lights are flickering, it is very cool and pleasant, especially the main hall and hatchback rooms, which are used as a rest room, are filled with fresh flowers and grasses, which are full of fragrance.The staff member led Qin Zhen along the corridor, bypassed the main hall, walked out the back door, and came to a large green and shady garden, where he first smelled the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.Then, under a big osmanthus tree, around a small round table covered with a white cloth, people sat on several wicker chairs around it.Right here, Qin Zhen saw an old mother with a slender and tall body, a full head of silver hair, a delicate face, and kind eyes.Qin Zhen rushed up quickly, and the old man immediately cast two loving eyes on him from a loving mother to her son.Qin Zhen solemnly stood up and gave his surname: "Mother Liang! I'm Qin Zhen." The old man didn't know who the visitor was for a moment, he just watched and smiled, not knowing what to say. The staff member raised his voice and said: "This is Qin Zhen, Deputy Commander Qin!" "Got it, got it, you are Commander Qin who sent Dr. Yan Suyan!" "I am Shuguang's comrade in arms..." "Look at what you said, he is your subordinate. But I have to ask you where Yan Su's child is now? She is a cheerful and smart girl!" "Yan Su is a good young man. She was injured and hospitalized with Shuguang." "Oh, oh, so it is! Well, that's all right, I love the boy!" Qin Zhen sat down next to Mama Liang, and Mama Liang took his hand and stroked it.Qin Zhen was very happy, he thought: How touching is the mother of China!They have a huge heart of love for others. Although they have experienced hardships and tortured for a long time, they dedicate their love to their husbands and children to the whole world, like the sun shining brightly, warming people's hearts.In her eyes, Yan Su, Qin Zhen, and Liang Shuguang are as close as their own flesh and blood. "I just came from the front, the dawn is good!" "Cough! It's pitiful to say the least. I have had no one to rely on since I was a child, and I am lonely..." Said the corners of his eyes filled with tears. Qin Zhen couldn't help feeling hurt. "Look, what's wrong with me!" She wiped away the tears on her cheeks with her hands, and smiled: "This child has a stubborn temper. I don't know if he has changed now. You have to discipline him well." Qin Zhen thought that if a person lives to be a hundred years old, he is still a child in the eyes of his mother, so he smiled and said: "He is an excellent political commissar!" Having said that, I heard the ringing of the meeting bell. "Mother Liang! I'm going to see your old man." "That's a shame, kid, don't we meet here every day?" Qin Zhen was very happy, but also a little uneasy. He originally wanted to show his respect to Mama Liang. This old man has been in prison and tortured!However, who would have thought that as soon as they met, they started to have an intimate conversation, and felt that those words were out of tune. When he followed the crowd to the meeting place, his mind flashed, and he felt the grand significance of the meeting from this old man. It is such ordinary and extraordinary people who decide the destiny of the country! It seemed that there was a wave in his heart. Qin Zhen sat in his seat, but couldn't concentrate for a long time, and he was suddenly awakened by warm applause.Staring at the front, the eyes lit up, ah!Mao Zedong!He is radiant and walking on the podium with calm steps. Countless spotlights are directed at him, countless eyes are directed at him, and countless applause are directed at him.But he didn't make any reaction. He seemed to feel: "All these expressions of joy are not for me, but for all of us, including everyone present!" The applause was like a storm, and it became more intense. Soong Ching Ling, Liu Shaoqi, Zhou Enlai, Zhu De, Lin Boqu, Li Jishen, Zhang Lan, Shen Junru, Guo Moruo, He Xiangning who came to the stage... When Qin Zhen saw Vice Chairman Zhou, his mind shook.The glimpse of the east hall of the Beijing Hotel, the urgent report on the southbound train, one after another, the scenes overlapped in his mind.Now that he is back, Dinah is still missing. If Vice Chairman Zhou asks him, how should he answer?Yes, Vice Chairman Zhou!I didn't complete the important task you gave me! ... Qin Zhen's mood felt sad for a while, and he felt ashamed for a while—so his heart rushed to the far south again, thinking of the handwriting that Bai Jie carved with his fingernails on the dark wall of Hutiaoping.In an instant, Qin Zhen's whole mind turned to this torrent of laughter and joy.Among the boiling and cheering crowd, it seemed that Bai Jie was also standing here, and she said in a clear and firm voice: "Bai Jie will not die, Bai Jie will not die",... Thinking of this, Qin Zhen felt dizzy, Distressed.Before he knew it, his whole body was wet with sweat, and his hands were trembling slightly. He tried hard to concentrate, but he couldn't restrain himself no matter what.Suddenly, it seemed as if a door opened and let in a ray of light.He suddenly realized this: yes, he himself hadn't crossed the threshold yet, of course, he might be crossing it, but he hadn't crossed it after all... because his heart and soul were still in Xiangxi and the front line.Then, he found a hot tide rushing and rushing from the depths of his heart to his eyes. In a daze, he saw Mao Zedong standing behind a podium with several microphones, holding a speech script in his left hand. The venue was silent, only his loud voice echoed. What a solemn and solemn moment this is!History is advancing not minute by minute, but second by second!Yes, every second here shines like gold. Qin Zhen was surrounded by army representatives.He took a quick glance. Many of them had come back from the front, but they were all listening intently. Why couldn't I?Qin Zhen blamed himself angrily.He suddenly saw Liang's mother through the crowd. She was sitting in a seat not too far from him. This person who was smiling and shining with kindness just now was crying like a tearful person. She was crying like that. Frankly, without concealing it at all,...Suddenly, he heard a soft groaning sound in the venue-is this out of grief?Or out of happiness? ... People held back their tears on the verge of death, and now on the verge of victory, the tears burst forth.How many such great moments have there been in life!Rather than saying it is a moment of reason, it is better to say that it is a moment of emotion. The suffering of the Chinese nation is too heavy, but no matter in the water or fire, the glory of the national morality has not sunk, not torn, not broken, but More cohesive, condensed into a strong vitality.Without it, the floodgate of the whole history cannot be opened, without it, the floodgate of everyone's heart cannot be opened, but come into this glorious light, and let the tears flow in the light!History flows forever like a vast river, seemingly without beginning or end, but every spray, every drop of water is a new birth, a new cry, and a new beginning.This mass of light burning solemnly like the sun is a creation that will last forever in the history of human civilization.Yes, this is creation. Without this creation, there would be no future, no matter whether it is right or wrong, bright or dark, joyful or painful... But a new long river begins to flow into a new channel from here. Like a majestic, majestic and magnificent symphony, it is stirring in the loop.However, it is not a work of art made by musicians. It is the heartfelt voice of our nation and motherland. This is the first song of the God of Liberty in the red dawn of the East. Strong echoes echoed from the boundless fields and forests, and the music twists and turns, ups and downs, gradually reaching a climax. The last day of the meeting finally came. For this day, Qin Zhen was so excited that he didn't sleep well for several nights. After washing his face with cold water in the morning, his spirit was particularly bright and his physique was particularly strong.However, as soon as he stepped into the venue, he became extraordinarily calm and solemn.When the agenda of electing the country's leaders came up, there was a torrent of joy in the hall.He looked at the people he knew and did not know at the venue with a smile on his face, and they also looked at him with joy, as if the joy in everyone's heart was naturally revealed.There is no single person here anymore, each individual is a part of the torrent, flashing and rippling together.When the pink ballot was handed out to him, the moment he took it, he suddenly felt that it was like a heavy granite rock, and he wanted to engrave gold letters on it with his own hands.The lights in Huairen Hall shine brightly, shining like daytime, and the carved beams shine brightly, and the colorful paintings add brilliance, making it even more graceful and luxurious.An old man with white hair, with a youthful radiance on his thin face; a young woman in a gorgeous cap, her face is as bright as a rose.It was silent, but there was an inaudible but real voice that was moving and jumping in the venue.That is the sound of our blood flowing freely and the beating heart, and that is the will of hundreds of millions of people who have crossed mountains and rivers, faced difficulties and obstacles, and gathered here. People are here to build a pyramid-shaped spire for the New China Building.Qin Zhen restrained his mind and stared at the ballot paper.When announcing the writing of the ticket, he suddenly felt his heart tremble and his hands trembled. What's going on?He blamed himself.But there is a magical pressure to this solemn moment, yes, too solemn to hold back.In an instant, he heard all kinds of voices in the venue, the rapid rustling of the ballot being written, the relaxed panting of the ballot after writing, what a wonderful and delicate sound, full of tenderness, lightly conveying pleasure, It is urging Qin Zhen.At this moment, Qin Zhen's presbyopic lenses were covered with mist. He quickly took out his handkerchief to wipe it off, and took a pen to write his vote.By the time he finished writing, there were already the sound of footsteps in the venue.He looked up and saw Mao Zedong walking towards the red-painted ballot box.Then the arc lights flashed like lightning, and the cameras buzzed.Mao Zedong voted for a while and failed to vote in. Maybe the ballot paper was folded too loosely, so he folded it hard again, and then threw it into the ballot box.He smiled innocently like a child who has finally completed the homework that should be done. He waved his arms, moved his broad and solid back, and walked slowly towards the lounge.Qin Zhen was in the ranks of the army delegation, and the army representatives were in the left half of the center of the venue. They walked around to the front and walked to the ballot box where the mercury light was the brightest.Those who voted to strike were scattered all over the meeting place, and the sound of walking and talking immediately caused a loud noise. Then the microphone rang: "Representatives, please go to Tiananmen Square! . . . " Qin Zhen didn't hear the words clearly.But suddenly the crowd split into two groups, one went along the east corridor and the other went along the west corridor, rushing towards the gate of Huairen Hall.At this time, the setting sun dyed the gate of Huairen Hall red like rouge and the crowd pouring out of the gate. Qin Zhen glanced at the bronze lion in the west. The lion was smiling in the setting sun, as if it was dancing lightly.He remembered that the car he was riding in was parked beside the bronze lion on the west side, and when he walked, he was the first person to arrive there, followed by all the people in the same car.Outside the gate of Huairen Hall, there was a dense mass of cars. To drive these cars out smoothly, you need some careful instructions.The traffic police yelled and gestured to lead the jumble of cars into a fairway.When Qin Zhen's car drove out of the west gate of Zhongnanhai, the setting sun was suddenly submerged behind a few thick purple clouds.The headlights were turned on, and one car after another drove east along Chang'an Avenue. A long string of red taillights formed a red dotted line that twisted and moved slowly. There is no order, no arrangement, whoever gets off the bus first will walk to the square between Tiananmen Street and South Arrow Tower.There are rows of thorn plums standing on the east and west sides of the square. In spring, the golden stamens and faint fragrance are quite elegant.But now in the twilight, those two rows of trees are just a pile of dark shadows.Qin Zhen didn't arrive too late, but there was already a crowded circle of people in front of him, so he had to stand behind, and there were crowds pouring in behind him, so he joined the crowd, and he could only squeeze through the crowd. See the scene in the center of the square.By this time it was dark.He suddenly heard Zhou Enlai announce the foundation stone laying ceremony of the Monument to the People's Heroes in a loud and deep voice, and the air in the square suddenly became quiet, so quiet that everyone's heartbeat could be heard.It seems that there is a cloud of sad and mournful music, covering the square.People are deeply immersed in solemn nostalgia.In order to always remember the moment that only happened once in the long river of human history, Qin Zhen looked at the sky, the sky was completely black, only a small piece of sunset glow hung over the western sky, like bright red blood, very eye-catching and very touching. Mao Zedong went to the loudspeaker and read the inscription: Qin Zhen felt that the small piece of dark red in the western sky was the blood of the victims for thousands of years.At this solemn moment, they are gazing at the world with comfort from above the heavens, and a solemn scene is unfolding here in the world. rest in peace! Yes, before this moment, the words could not be said. Yes, after this moment, it would be flat to say that. Only in this moment, we complete the creation of the great project, and freeze the will of millions of dead in this national edifice, which will rise tomorrow to stand on the top of the earth.At this moment, and only at this moment, we can comfort the souls of our heroes. Qin Zhen suddenly heard sobs. He looked up at the sky, and from among the twinkling stars, He saw his father, He saw his mother, Heaven and earth, heart to heart. He bit his lip to suppress his grief, but when he thought of Wu Tingying, the person who gave his life on the night of the crossing, he seemed to see his huge figure again, with heavy steps, walking from there to here.Qin Zhen's heart was wide open, and tears welled up in his eyes, and he cried bitterly. He heard the sound of the shovel shoveling the earth... In the past, he heard the sound of heavy shoveling when burying his comrades, Now, the shoveling is to build a holy monument, Of course this is not just a monument to the rest of the martyrs, It will also be a monument to battle. Because it is the cohesion of the souls of thousands of years, and it is also the cohesion of the soul of the nation.It whistles powerfully only when there is an urgent need, when revolutions, when states are at stake, are at stake.The history that has passed thirty-six years from the foundation to the present day bears this out; and if bad luck should return, and calamity (whether it be internal or external), future history will also prove it. 长长的车队又行动起来，最后面的人还没上车，最前面的人已经到了怀仁堂。 怀仁堂，就像千百个太阳集中在这儿，华灯齐放，彩旗飘荡，充满了欢乐与幸福的气氛。从黑濛濛的奠基广场一下闯入明晃晃的亮光之中，秦震一下适应不过来，一个人要这样快从悲痛转为欢乐，可能吗？可能的。人们整整齐齐坐满会场，通过扩音器聆听选举的结果。what!一个婴儿诞生了，一朵鲜花开放了，一轮红日升上天空了，英雄交响乐雄伟而奔腾的旋律响起了。它宣告一个社会主义的新中国屹然立起，一条红色激流冲破了黑暗沉沉的世界东方，熠熠光华，永耀万邦。会场上欢声雷动，一片沸腾，像暴风骤雨，像惊雷骇电，欢乐的乐曲以有力而颤抖的声音达到沸腾的高点，一到达高点，乐声就消失了，溶解了，变成了心灵的咏叹。这里面包含着每个人的心灵，带着血、带着泪，参加进这大的交响乐。人们在这时也就忘记了自己，消失了自己，大家都站在那里不肯离去，仿佛不愿这光亮的一夜过早逝去。 Four 有人说：悲痛时流的眼泪是苦涩的，欢乐时流的眼泪是甜蜜的。然而，在悲痛与欢乐紧紧糅和在一起、溶解在一起时流的眼泪，才是最深沉最可贵的。 夜深人静，回到六国饭店，秦震的心境就是如此。他顺着长廊向自己房间走去的那段并不长的时间里，他多么想打一个电话给姚锡铭。 我迈过了那个门槛， 我迈过了那个门槛， 在天安门广场上人民英雄纪念碑奠基那一刹那，望着西天上那片血一般殷红发亮的红光，我迈过了那个门槛…… 谁想，当他走到门前，他一下愣住了。 "How is this going?" 他听见从他屋里传出一个年轻女人和小孩子说笑的声音！ 他像唯恐惊动什么，轻悄悄推开了房门。 oops! 这是何等明亮、何等光辉的景象啊！ 在雪亮的灯光照射之下， 一个是严素， 一个是圆圆， 而且，她们两个都像天真烂漫的孩子，在地毯上打着滚在玩耍。 秦震喜得一下扑了上去，喊着： “你们来了，你们来得好，来得是时候！” 秦震奔过去，一把把圆圆抱起。这时，这一个脸蛋像苹果一样鲜红的小女孩，在秦震心里就如同一道神奇的光亮，一下把奠基广场的悲恸与怀仁堂里的欢呼，都照得通明。她像给他所经历的这一天的一切一切作了一个总结，说明了它们的含意。她像一支乐曲已经完结，而忽然又升起一个光明圣洁的旋律。她使秦震感到至深至大的爱，他抱住的是一个新世纪的黎明。 他抱住圆圆，转身望着严素，关切地询问： “你们什么时候来的？你们怎么来的？” 严素有些不好意思，伸手整理着自己蓬乱的发丝和揉皱的衣衫。 可是，秦震不等她回答，又问圆圆： “圆圆！你吃饭了吗？” 圆圆用稚嫩的声音回答： “小陈叔叔领我们吃了饭。” 是的，在圆圆眼里，每一个穿着解放军军衣的人都是叔叔。 吴廷英是叔叔，小陈是叔叔，当然，他秦震也是叔叔…… 于是那令人悲恸的一幕又浮现在秦震脑际： 吴廷英躺在那里，伤痕累累，血渍斑斑，两眼紧闭，唇如银纸。 突然，“哇”的一声嚎叫。 正由于这声音那样娇嫩，那样稚弱，所以特别撕裂人心。小圆圆从铺上跳下来，光着小脚丫，一扑扑到吴廷英身上，一种可怕的预感抓住小小的心灵，她哭着喊着： “叔叔！……叔叔！……” 现在圆圆对秦震那样亲热，她伸出两只小胳膊，搂住秦震的脖颈，又用两只小手摸着秦震的脸颊： “叔叔！……你哭了，你别哭！” “没有……叔叔没哭。” 但，他那哽咽的声音，使严素心里一阵慌乱。她没想到，一个久战沙场的将军在这样一个年轻女人，一个幼小儿童面前，竟然如此激动。是的，她不知道秦震在这奠基典礼之夜的心境，她不知圆圆的到来引起秦震的情怀。不过她怕小孩家寻根究底，便上来抚着圆圆的小脊梁说： “这个不是叔叔，这个是伯伯。” 小圆圆撒娇地从秦震怀中溜到地上，跳着两脚，拍着手喊叫： “伯伯！伯伯！” 秦震莞尔一笑，连声说道： “伯伯喜欢圆圆，伯伯喜欢圆圆。” 秦震突然一下想起什么，连忙对严素说： “走！我带你去见一个人。” 不容分说，他一把抱上圆圆就已旋风一样旋出门外去了。 严素不知怎么回事，只在后面跟着跑。 他们走下楼梯，走出饭店大门，秦震找到值班汽车，先把严素和圆圆推上去，而后自己上去，把车门“砰”地关闭，对司机说： “快一点！到第三招待所！” 汽车便呼的一声急驰而去了。 严素不知秦震葫芦里装的什么药，欲待问时却被秦震那机智而又有点诡谲的眼光制止住了。 夜静更深，秋风萧瑟。 汽车风驰电掣般奔驰了一阵，把他们带进一个灯光照耀得如同白昼的所在。秦震下得车来，在前面引路，严素拉了圆圆的小手在后面跟随。穿过一个树木葱茏、花影重重的花园，来到一列平房跟前。秦震径直跨上台阶朝一间房走去。 秦震来时兴致勃勃，至此脚步却有点踌躇不安起来，因为究竟夜深了，许多房间都熄了灯光，人们怕已酣然入梦。等他来到他所寻找的那间房间，深颜色的窗帷上透出一线不甚明亮的灯光。他轻手轻脚，在门窗上轻轻敲了一下，等他听到里面应声，立刻推开房门，自己把身子闪在一边，转回头对严素说： “你看！是谁！” 严素定睛看时，只见桌上亮着一盏台灯，灯光之下，一个一头银发的老人家，似乎正在灯下读着什么，见门开了蓦地回过头来。 严素抛下秦震和圆圆，一阵风一样扑了过去： “梁妈妈！梁妈妈！” 梁妈妈转过身来，一把搂住严素： “是素呀！好孩子，你怎么来了？”然后微嗔地责备秦震：“你这当司令员的！……事先也不说一声……” 秦震说道： “我也是刚才回到住处才见到她们，这不连推带搡地都送到你老人家这儿来了！还有个小的呢！” 严素这时才想起圆圆，赶紧把圆圆抱给老人。 “圆圆！这是奶奶，叫呀！叫奶奶！” 圆圆有点怯生，把头靠在严素脸上，紧紧偎在严素怀中，却甜甜地叫了一声： “奶——奶……” 老人伸手摸着圆圆小脸蛋问： “这是谁家这么俊的孩子？” 严素使了个眼色，老人会意就没再问。 “坐下！都坐下说话！” 梁妈妈让秦震和严素坐在墨绿色布套的沙发上，她笑了一下： “人老了，——那软沙发坐了不得劲，我还是坐这高处。” 说着她坐在一只红本镂花的高背椅上。 “素！你是从前线来的人，给我带来什么好消息？” 严素略一思索，说道： “梁政委他们都好。” “他们都好就好。” 她们说话间，小圆圆把头枕在严素大腿上睡熟了。 这时秦震才把吴廷英救圆圆这事讲了一遍。 老人家听得伤心，用手心抹了一下眼角的泪水。 “梁妈妈！这个孤儿就归我抚养了，我要把他养大成人，培养成材……” “孩子，你这样做对，也给国家减轻一点负担呀！” Yan Su said: “可不是，董司令派人调查，这孩子没亲没故，无人依托。再说地方上刚解放，事乱如麻，也顾不上关照，同意由部队抚养，领导上就决定派我送来了。” 秦震看了看表说： “梁妈妈，我就把严素和圆圆寄托在您这里吧！” “这可好，我可有个说话的了，我读文件逢到困难，素也可以帮帮我。” 秦震就告辞出来，仰天一看，清秋露冷，星斗阑珊。他不觉深深打了一个呵欠，坐上车去。 Fives 一种英雄的自豪感浸透秦震的身心，在这短短的时间内，他仿佛重新检点了自己所走过的全部人生道路。他觉得他好像背负着整个民族的重托，曾经跌倒又爬起来，爬起来又跌倒，而终于挺胸走向即将来临的明天。他对自己的检验的结果并不满意，但还算坦然自若。如果说，在这以前，他有过忧伤，有过悲怆，有过烦躁，有过厮斗，而现在他的灵魂如此清澄，难道真像宗教徒所说的那样，从圣水中沐浴而出？这是何等的圣洁，何等的圣洁！他关闭了屋顶的大灯，打开了床头几上的绿灯。他一躺到床上就酣然入睡了，绿幽幽的光线射在他的脸上，那脸上有一抹婴儿般甜蜜的、沉静的微笑。一觉醒来，天已大明，“啊，不论怎样说，这个红彤彤新世界的开端，是今天。不是昨天，不是明天，而只有今天，今天，今天……”他心中不断地重复着这一个令人陶醉的字句，走上了天安门城楼。那是一条没有台阶，砖头缝里冒出青草的微陡的坡路，当他将要向上走时，忽然看见一位白发婆娑的老人，定睛看时，正是梁妈妈。他连忙抢过去搀扶她。她拿一只削瘦颤悸的手扶住他的手，挪步向上走。她的眼角上细细的鱼尾纹都喜得战颤开来，像绽开一朵花那样笑着，她亲切地跟他说：“孩子！咱们沿着一股道走呀走呀，总算走到了今天……”是的，他心里又响起那句话：“是今天，不是昨天，不是明天，而只有今天，今天，今天……” 今天，一九四九年十月一日，北京晴空万里，爽朗宜人。秦震把梁妈妈扶到城楼大殿里，去找个坐位坐下，立刻有一个女服务员捧来一杯香茶，秦震托付她照料老人，自己走到城楼前沿那排汉白玉栏杆那里，这儿已经站满人，后面又不断往这儿挤。秦震向广场一望，不觉一阵惊喜，只见旗影翩翻，万头攒动。这是人海，海上有荡漾的波浪，飘逸的涛声。这时，说话声、走路声、嗡嗡营营响成一片，就像戏剧启幕之前，剧院里常常有的喧声。不过，这声音，在阳光照射下，显得慵懒、轻松，而又悦耳。倏然之间寂静下来，所有的眼睛都注视着城楼上。啊，来了，他们来了。秦震原来站在人丛中间，人群忽然辟开一条路，这条路刚好在他前面。他看见毛泽东和宋庆龄似乎彼此谦让，请对方先走，他们两人低下头在说一句什么话，而后向前走去。他们一个个都精神饱满，光彩焕发，而且，在那一瞬间，他们把光彩传给了大家，传给了城楼上以至广场上的每一个人，好像在说：“多么好呀！我们做了一件前人没做过的事，而且做得多么好呀！”秦震肃立着，朱德、刘少奇走过去，李济深、张澜走过去。他的心忽然怦怦跳动起来，他看见周恩来正轻松自如地笑着和人们点头、招呼，他那炯炯有神的眼光蓦地落在秦震的脸上，向秦震点头微笑——一股暖流缓缓地、轻柔地流过秦震的心田。领导人的行列加快了前进的速度，秦震只来得及注目而视，刘伯承、彭德怀、贺龙和陈毅在微笑地说着什么走过来了。他们都在汉白玉栏杆跟前，面朝着广场站立下来。 太阳洒着有如淡红色细细薄雾般的光线，照明了天安门上、天安门下的每个人的脸。当国家领导人出现在天安门上的时候，广阔大海般的人群中曾发出了一阵快乐的骚动。人们指点着、谈论着，但笼罩广场的庄严气氛，使这一阵轻轻的喧哗很快平静了下来。没有一点声音，人们只见到城堞上、广场上无数面红旗，给微风吹得波波拂动，像是发自地心和天穹的喜悦的微吟。 下午三点，庆祝大会开始了。从天安门下的金水桥一直到南面的箭楼，东面西面那各有三座拱门的红墙黄瓦的建筑中间，方方正正，密密扎扎地排满人群。人群那样严整、肃穆，似乎每一个人都在品味着自己一生中这一珍贵时刻。在万人瞩目之下，毛泽东亲手升起了人类历史上第一面五星红旗，这面五星红旗冉冉上升，鲜红、灿烂、辉煌，五星红旗像一束火焰随风飘荡，它在上升，全世界所有的苦难的与崇高的灵魂都在随着它上升，像太阳一下迸发出火热通红的生命之光，倏地把划时代的一页历书掀了开来，从此改变了人类的行程。《义勇军进行曲》从无数播音喇叭筒里，发出雄壮、明快、充满激情的声音，翻江倒海，旋卷沸腾。它使人想到我们从奴隶深渊中决然走来的时刻，“中华民族到了最危险的时候……”千秋万代，激励前进。而后，威严的礼炮声，震撼得大地隆隆轰响。 在全部过程中，秦震都以一个老军人姿态端庄肃立，浸透他身心的那种英雄的自豪感已经消失了，更高的一种东西，从整个中国的人民心中升起的一种博大宏伟的精神，像晨曦，像曙光，带着希望，带着力量，充满秦震的胸怀。 整个中国的大地和天空闪现出耀眼的红光， 从巍巍的珠穆朗玛峰， 从长江和黄河， 从古老的万里长城， 从亿万人民心灵深处， 迸发出一个声音： “中国人民从此站立起来了！” 两行发亮的泪水顺着秦震的双颊流淌下来。 全世界的人们都以各种不同的态度，对待这一崛然兴起、无可否认的新生事物。莫斯科、平壤、新德里、开罗、纽约、东京、巴黎、罗马、伦敦的新闻社和报纸，都发出引人注目的消息和评论。多数是以真挚、同情、热切的眼光欢迎它。也有为数不少的人怀疑、观望，他们被旧观念束缚住，他们总以为一切现存的就是不可移易的，如果谁要改变它，就要像从前人们对待异教徒一样被认为大逆不道，而遭受诛戮。他们不理解，从原始人到现代文明的今天，人类正是经历了巨大的、痛苦的突破而得到飞跃的。还有第三种，是少数，但是是不可忽视的少数。他们震骇、愤懑、激怒、仇恨，他们闪着阴森森的眼光。他们知道，旧世界崩溃的裂痕，加深了，扩大了；他们知道，这小小婴儿必将成为巨人，因此他们已在构思把这新生儿扼死在摇篮里的方案和计划。这些方案和计划，这些“文明”的产物，后来有的实施了，有的被封锁在秘密档案库里。将来有一天如果公之天下，真相大白，将是研究人类发展史的重要资料。当然，生活，活泼生动的生活，不会按照这些人或那些人的意志而运转；但，所有的人都不得不承认，不管他是怀着欢乐承认，还是怀着痛苦承认。 黑暗的东方永远一去不复返了， 光明的东方开始阔步前进了。 自从《共产党宣言》宣告“一个幽灵，共产主义的幽灵，在欧洲徘徊”以来，人们创造了几个璀璨辉煌的日子。在这些日子里，中国的十月一日，是具有特殊意义的一个，因为它宣布了殖民主义的锁链一举被砍断，宣布了黑暗的东方涌出一轮红日。这一天，宇宙像发生了裂变，神的创世纪早已腐朽崩溃，人的创世纪正方兴未艾，人类向自由王国飞翔得更接近了。 当秦震从肃穆中惊醒，庄严隆重的阅兵式开始了。作为一个军人，他虽然没有跟随队列走过广场，但自觉地认为被检阅者中当然包括自己，而且包括在遥远的南方，攀过山崖、穿过密林、涉过河流、走过大漠，而一往无前、奋战不息的所有部队。是的，这里有陈文洪、梁曙光，有牟春光和岳大壮。广场上的欢呼声突然一下又静止下来。一辆黑色的敞篷汽车从天安门城门开出，驶过金水桥，进入广场，朝列队在广场外面的部队驶去。朱德站在车上，两手扶在玻璃风档上边，车影渐渐远了，不见了。时间在前进，人们在等待，检阅车所到之处，远远传来战士们一阵阵欢呼声浪。不久，那辆黑色汽车在那红墙黄瓦凯旋门式的拱门口上出现了，汽车的速度加快了，汽车轮胎辗过广场的声音。好像奏过一种轻微奇妙的乐声。一瞬间，秦震的心飞向湘西，那儿的天空该也这样明朗吧！……是的，不会有风，不会有雨，不会，今天到处都应该是晴朗的。可是，他们在做什么？他仿佛看到他们在艰苦跋涉、挥汗如雨，弹火硝烟、冲锋陷阵……忽然，整个广场爆发出最热烈的欢呼声。“来了！我们的队伍来了！”“来了！我们的队伍来了！”……头戴钢盔、手持冲锋枪的步兵，雄赳赳、气昂昂的骑兵、装甲兵、炮兵，当他们经过天安门前时，千万只眼睛，刷地转向城楼，那雄壮的脚步声，卡卡的马蹄声，隆隆的履带声、车轮声，像战鼓的轰响。忽然，一种震天撼地的声音突然从天而降，压倒了一切，所有人都举头仰望：是我们的战斗机在云端出现了！在这隆重的场面中，有一个小小的欢乐的插曲。也许多数人早已把它忘得干干净净了，而有些人，比如秦震，多年以后讲起此事，却还是津津有味。事情是这样：当装甲车排着整齐的队列，进入广场后，其中一辆装甲车刚刚驶到天安门前面，忽然熄火不动了，全场的人一下都惊得目瞪口呆。就在这时，后面一辆装甲车突然急驶上去，一声冲撞，推起那辆熄火的装甲车驰去了。多么机敏的战士啊！这一下引起全场欢声雷动，人们把无限爱意和敬意投向那机智敏捷的装甲兵。秦震后来谈起此事，很有深意地说：“那正是刚刚诞生的国家的形象。现在，我们的卫星遨游九霄之上，我们可不能忘记当年那步履维艰的开端呀！”部队行列过完之后，热闹沸腾、欢天喜地的群众游行队伍像狂流急瀑涌入广场。天安门上、天安门下都在招手，都在呼喊，一种轻松之感弥散开来，好像人们从刚才那庄严肃穆之中一下解脱出来。人们纵情地跳，纵情地笑，好像黄河、长江都带着哗啦啦的漩涡与激浪涌到这里，从广场上漫漫流过，漫漫流过，充满着欢乐，洋溢着欢乐。当检阅队伍过完，庆祝大会宣布结束，天安门上的人渐渐退走了。谁知，尾声还未到来，一个更大的高潮又异峰突起，如果说前面的高潮是组织序列中的高潮，而这一个高潮是自发的高潮，由于它出人意料之外，就特别令人惊喜。从聚集在广场南部的观礼群众队伍那儿，忽然响起一阵骚动与喧哗，他们忽拉一下都拔起脚，挥着手，向天安门下奔来，黑压压一片，有如大海浪涛，掀起万丈狂澜，向前猛冲。他们拼命地呐喊着、奔跑着，挥舞手臂，摇动旗帜，你无法听清他们在喊叫什么，只听到轰隆隆的震响。人们忽拉拉跑过广场，跑过金水桥，一直跑到天安门城墙根下，仰脸朝向城楼，在蹦跳，在欢呼。从人隙里秦震蓦然看见毛泽东深受感动的面容，他从玉石栏杆上俯下身去不停地招手，通过扩音器传出他的声音： “同志们好！” 下面就像海浪冲击着礁岩，发出有节奏的呼应声响。 毛泽东又喊：“同志们好！” 周恩来、刘少奇、朱德都在挥着手喊：“同志们好！” 突然，一阵抽泣的声音送入秦震的耳鼓，他寻声看时，是梁妈妈。这个劳碌一生，只有善良、仁慈与母爱的人，她经过那么多坎坷的道路，她瘦弱，但她坚韧，一直是那样昂首前行。这一刻，她觉得自己应该是城下的人群中的一个，和万众一起表示她的欢乐；她不应该在城楼上，她感到很不合适，很受拘束。忽然，一种强大的幸福的激情推动了她，她的白发微微拂动，她带着满脸泪痕，迟疑了一阵，终于勇敢地向毛泽东走去。她一下握住他的两手，把脸俯在他那宽厚的胸脯上，她像一个小孩一样耸动着削瘦的肩头，哭了。毛泽东弯下身躯，亲切地扶着梁妈妈的两臂，既恭敬又激动，周恩来在旁边，双目已经湿润了。周恩来凭他非凡的精力和超人的记忆，在很短的时间里对每一位代表都已了如指掌。他向毛泽东介绍：“这是梁妈妈！为革命牺牲了丈夫，又为革命培养出一个好儿子，他现在是师政治委员。梁妈妈在衰老之年，还参加了党，走上共产主义道路，坐过牢，受过苦，……”毛泽东仔细倾听，连连点头，他好像在抓牢每一个字，记下每一个字。这时，城楼下人声鼎沸，万众欢腾，原已从会场上散出，向东、西长安街走去的游行大队，听见了天安门前传来暴风骤雨似的呼喊，又像回涌的海潮，带着呐喊与欢呼，转向了广场。梁妈妈怕自己多占了大家的时间，她赶紧仰起身来，一手挽住毛泽东，一手挽住周恩来：“你们都好，你们都好，我就放心了。”天翻地覆一样的声音震聋耳鼓，毛泽东向着梁妈妈稍微斜侧了身子，弯下头来，俯在老人家耳旁说：“梁妈妈！应该我们问你老人家好！你是中华民族的脊梁，你是革命的好妈妈，人民的好妈妈，没有你就没有今天……”梁妈妈、毛泽东、周恩来都哽咽着说不下去了。秦震连忙上去搀扶着梁妈妈。周恩来叮嘱秦震好好照护梁妈妈，而后又跟上毛泽东，急步走向城楼前沿，向四下挥手呼喊了。 欢乐达到了顶点，欢乐达到了极巅。 秦震感到梁妈妈全身都在籁簌颤抖，她心里洋溢着青春朝气，但她毕竟年老力衰了。秦震连劝带说，扶她走下城楼，找到她的汽车，把她送上车去。 夜晚回到住处，秦震把十月一日这天穿的军衣脱下来，折叠得齐齐整整，然后小心翼翼地用一块包袱皮包好，准备让丁真吾去永远收藏起来，作为纪念。 是的，欢乐到了顶点，欢乐到了极巅。