Chapter 6 each other

The friends met again, nodded and smiled, knowing that this year was no different from previous years, and that they both gained a lot of experience.Individually speaking, each person's experience at this time has a special shape and a special flavor, and needs to be analyzed and described with individual emotions. To sum up, these many experiences are a whole piece of confusion that seems to be of the same style, same color, same size, and same weight.You touch that corner, and I bump into this end. In the final analysis, it is the confusion that envelopes each other.July! ——These two words are as powerful as the beginning of the history song——August and September brought the strong wind, and later, later, the new year—the unforgettable New Year’s Eve——that January, February again, In March, in July, it's New Year's Eve again.Now it's January and February again... Who remembers most clearly how this series of days has continued and how life has changed?

Thinking about it, neither of them will remember too clearly, everything seems to be spinning in a blur, but who will forget the omentum that is so skin-sharp and full of worries? After the baptism of gunfire or wandering, the sun and the moon that change and change, don't there be any traces of this experience on each other's faces?But when the whole country is riddled with scars, everyone is "separated and lost...going to the hometown and going far away", naturally "the heart is full of sorrow, and I don't know where it is", those lines carved on the face They didn't surprise each other, so it was good to just smile.A few sweet and sour textures are often added to the corners of the mouth, which can help each other chew life.Why not acquiesce in this point: people should smile most when they are confused. Although this kind of laughter is to restrain nerves and muscles, it is only the back of perseverance, but it is necessary, just like protective colors are necessary for many creatures the same.

That night in the middle of the ×× river, on the deck of a certain ship, among the hot and smelly people, he remembered his poverty, hunger, thirst and embarrassment at that time, but what hovered over his head was that reality was like an illusion, The phantasm has become the real murderous tool of the mad enemy again, the agile and modern aircraft: beautiful as fish and bird... A sad smile is necessary here, because the same other person understands the primordial sudden arousal of innocence. The horror of muscular reflexes.He was also thinking about the time when he was sleeping on the platform of the ×× station, there was a moon in the sky, and there were people around, scattered like fallen leaves after being destroyed by wind and rain, curled up shyly, and they were all reminiscing about the enemy they tasted for the first time that day. Aircraft bombing!The conversation can be extended indefinitely in this way, because now there are so many memories—more bitter and painful than this—in everyone's mind!Just mention a place name, a city or a commercial port that everyone is familiar with, what kind of final impression will emerge with the plenum!

Let’s talk about the day when we first entered a strange city—this experience is so common now—especially at night, except for individual situations and feelings here, what was left in everyone’s hearts was not a dose of familiarity with each other. ?There is astringency in the bitterness, and when the taste invades the spleen and stomach, a small shiver will gently crawl up the back, without the slightest sentimentality!Perhaps he could say that when he entered such-and-such a city that night, he saw a row of bleak lights in front of small shops, which gave off a strange yellow halo, which made him feel a tingle in his throat and a tense feeling. touch.What you remember is that the dim gas lamp behind a certain number station shines into the heart of an unfamiliar street, which makes you feel as if something is lost in your heart.

When that strange city is pointed out on the map, there may be a huge distance between what you passed and what he passed by, and your situation at that time may be completely different from his.But here, the individual similarities and differences seem to be very irrelevant; what matters is that you and I will nod to each other, understand each other, and then smile at each other. After opening fire with the enemy at Marco Polo Bridge in July, the footprints across China's land were densely connected, adding to the evidence of China's vast territory.Everyone who has participated in the great rhythm that circulates on this vast land has dust and blood, two very ordinary natural qualities that are rarely noticed by people. A great cordial realization took place.Every inch of soil, every drop of blood, these words are very real things that can be touched and grasped, not just a sentence or a "concept".

On the front line of the front line, excitement and fatigue have been mixed with dust and blood to form a body and soul of life.Between sleeping and waking, between hunger and food, between life and death, the distance is almost non-existent! Life is just a force, death is a silent hate, things couldn't be simpler.What is still alive continues to be power, and what is dead continues to pile up into greater hatred.Hate is born again, power turns into hate, and the circulation is bewildered but bravely, and everything else is suspended in the middle of the two, tragically and passionately interspersed.

In the rear, things are not so simple, life is still expanding and contracting slowly; the distance between life and death is just like a long shadow in the evening, long and long, stretching forward as far as possible, as if about to plunge into the night and melt into a blur with the night.In the broad cycle of day and night, there are more interspersed and reversed. The world is really endless, and people grow and work hard.The interludes of life are messy and trivial, with no special color or outline at all, let alone heroic and heroic elements.The spots are just like little blood rust coagulating on life, imprinting life in you most inadvertently.If you have the ambition not to let life fail in small places, gradually weaken, from sharp to blunt, from tension to relaxation, you have to be more grateful for the many ordinary and trivial frictions that pass through your nerves day and night, Muscle or consciousness.At this time, the sigh is suspended, because although everything is small, it is definitely not the familiar sentimentality before.Every experience has its brawny truth, leaving no room for sighing.

The sweet and sour lines around the mouth are portrayed by actual sorrow and joy, and it is a kind of persevering smile.Because life is neither a simple flame, but itself is very heavy, and requires the support of resilience, and the power to produce this support. Now the rear question is where is the source of this power?Never with your usual well-balanced mind—that's not enough, God knows!Especially at this time, emotion is "jumping like soup" under the skin, as if what it needs is a super-intellectual impulse!Now the slow life in the back, the tense emotions, the friction between the two sides is melancholy and unresolved, and everyone can sing "The Manmanxi of the End of the Long Night" with distress and enthusiasm. , or "I would rather die and go into exile, than I can't bear to worry about it!".Where is the main force supporting this day?You and I live and die without reviewing its meaning to be arrogant.It also needs a little solid support.

I know a man, an ordinary man living a life of national calamity, who wrote to his friend that although his voice was always so dry, he wanted to tell his friend privately in a hoarse voice: He felt that at this moment, at any rate, it was an honor for him to live with blood, or to die with blood or without blood, for this dear old country, and it was extraordinary that he must now feel both life and death. satisfy.These words may strike echoes on many heartstrings. I often wonder where this simple and simple emotion comes from.belief?Like a spring flowing through my consciousness, I began to understand that there is a source of pure power besides rationality and passionate impulse.Confidence generates power and can store power.

How long has faith sat among us, have you and I noticed it?Isn't the strength given to us by faith also the tenacity and tenacity?We all believe that if we all live or die faithfully for it, our great nation will march on forever, from age to age.Is this why we still smile and nod each other when life is so difficult and death is so easy?Now that life is like this, each other’s adversity is the same, this confidence is self-righteous, our main connection at this time, if you don’t believe me, if you ask him why he is still living so toughly, his answer will naturally be your answer, if he also asks you.

How long has faith sat among us?The confidence that reason and enthusiasm can't replace! When I think about many things, in the process of thinking, they are always so obscure, and when I understand them, I am amused to think of such simple and obvious facts!At this moment, I wiped off the sweat on my forehead, and I could almost realize the lines around my mouth. I respected that sweet and sour smile, because I understood that it was strength. Needless to say, now everything is so mutual, so common, and individual emotions are so irrelevant.The current difficulties are not individual, but universal, covering the whole nation and the whole era!What we call life today, it will be history later.Objectively speaking, there is no doubt that the hardships we are familiar with each other are unfolding a great era.So don't ignore that we're nodding to each other right now.And it's best to let us share the sweet and sour smile lines, powerfully and tenaciously, across history.