Chapter 37 Homecoming Miscellaneous Notes-2

This is the day of the awarding ceremony of the Fujian Military Region, and those who can participate are extremely excited. The weather was fine this day, with a light rain at night and bright sunshine in the morning, making the land even more red and green.Colorful flags fluttered inside and outside the auditorium, solemn and grand. We walked into the auditorium full of joy and seriousness. Looking down from the stage, I suddenly felt my heart tighten, and my throat seemed to be constricted. What an exciting scene in front of me!Upstairs and downstairs are full of the loveliest people wearing brand-new military uniforms. They stand upright, so neat and majestic. The auditorium was so quiet that there was no sound at all.

Looking at these hundreds of serious and mighty faces, and listening to the loud and unfamiliar names passing by my ears, I seem to feel that this team is constantly expanding, extending beyond the auditorium, and filling the four sides of the motherland!One after another, magnificent pictures seemed to flash before my eyes: For thirty years, under the strong leadership of the Communist Party of China, who has carried out the incomparably cruel struggle against imperialism and feudalism?Who has blazed a trail of blood for us on a land full of thorns and tigers and wolves, and led us to the avenue of socialist society?Who crossed the Yalu River "with arrogance and arrogance" and beat the most ferocious American invaders back to the 38th parallel on the Korean battlefield, starting from the extremely difficult conditions of "a handful of fried noodles and a mouthful of snow"?Who is building bridges, building roads, digging mountains, filling seas, cultivating farms, and digging canals on the liberated land of the motherland?Who is on the plateau, on the coast, in the forest, and by the river, guarding the frontiers of the motherland?In Fujian, where we are located, who enabled the 13 million people at the forefront of national defense to carry out the work of socialist construction and socialist transformation quietly?what!Who makes the big and small turbines in our factories still rumble non-stop; our beautiful fields are still full of evergreen harvests; our street shops are still prosperous and lively; our young students are still in high spirits Work and study; our children are still learning to play happily and healthily? ... Thinking of this, thinking of all this, we cannot be dissatisfied with tears of gratitude, and pay our highest respect to our soldiers, our own army - the Chinese People's Liberation Army!

Dear children, I looked down from the stage, and it seemed that the rows of serious, mighty, and unfamiliar faces were replaced by smiling, red, familiar little faces.In the past few years, I don’t know how many children have repeatedly and solemnly expressed to me: When they grow up, they want to be the People’s Liberation Army!Some of them shook my shoulders with both arms, and asked me face to face: "Do you know what I want to be when I grow up? Like Uncle Dong Cunrui and Huang Jiguang, I want to be the People's Liberation Army!" The paper airplane blew out a whining sound: "Look, ten years later, I will be a People's Air Force, and I will fly such an airplane to patrol the sky of the motherland!" With his arms akimbo, he held his head high and said: "No matter how strong the sea wind is, it can't blow me down. I am a people's navy, cruising on the coast of the motherland!"

Yes, kids, all of this is possible, as long as you are in good health, study well, and work well.Ten years later, these military officers in the audience will be your chiefs. They will educate you and train you to make you a brave and strong modern fighter like them.Maybe some of them will be demobilized, but I know that they will smile with satisfaction and reassurance when they see successors like you in their post after demobilization! The awarding ceremony was celebrated for three consecutive days. At the reception and the evening party, we had the opportunity to touch the officers, look at their dazzling epaulettes, wear them tightly, listen to their hearty laughter, and simple and sincere expressions. Talking, our mood in those few days has always been happy and exciting!From Fuzhou to Xiamen On December 21, we went from Fuzhou to Xiamen.

We set off at 5:30 and arrived at the mouth of the Wulong River at 6:00.It was just dawn, and the mountains on the other side seemed to be painted with thick ink, a little purple and a little black.The light green river water is rolling and churning.After crossing the river, the sky is getting brighter, and the farmers are already doing all kinds of work in the fields on both sides of the road.The difference between the women here and northern Fujian is that everyone wears a bright red sunshade kerchief on their heads, which shines dazzlingly like red stars on the green plain. For many years, the farmers who have "worked hard all year long and only look forward to the winter slack" have their enthusiasm for production unprecedentedly high after the land is owned by them and agricultural cooperatives have been established.

Along the way, we saw people who built reservoirs and canals, men and women, coming and going like weaving. In the middle of the newly dug water channel, they carried rocks and earth, talked, laughed and sang, and they had to work hard all winter in exchange for a bumper harvest every year. From time to time, small red buildings can be seen in the woods. They are the farmhouses built by the returned overseas Chinese. They returned from overseas and brought the styles of overseas houses with them. Fujian Province is the hometown of many overseas Chinese. In the era of reactionary rule, Fujian was considered a barren province, with many mountains and little land, and no water conservancy. Coupled with the exploitation and oppression of the reactionary government, people along the coast went abroad to make a living.They only rely on their smart minds and hardworking hands to start a business overseas, but they will always have a deep memory of their hometown. They send the money they earn from their labor to support the young and old at home. Even if they themselves died of old age in a foreign country, their wills always ordered to "return their bones to their hometowns".Before liberation, overseas Chinese in foreign countries were like orphans, bullied by imperialists. The reactionary government's embassies and consulates abroad not only failed to protect them, but also blackmailed them in every possible way. Our overseas Chinese Under these double shackles, we have suffered for hundreds of years.It is precisely because of this that our overseas Chinese have devoted all their strength to the independence and liberation of the motherland for decades.China was liberated, the people stood up, and the overseas Chinese also turned over. They were no longer orphans. The love of the motherland, like the sun, shone all over the world.At home, everything in the overseas Chinese family is taken care of in every possible way. The stable and prosperous environment of the motherland also makes them happy to invest foreign labor income in domestic construction; overseas Chinese living in countries with diplomatic relations with my country , have been legally protected, so that they can cooperate with the local people with peace of mind and work together for the prosperity and peace of the place where they are located.

In those places in Malaya, overseas Chinese were still oppressed, so they threw themselves into the embrace of the motherland one after another.In Fujian Province, the southern part of Fujian is the hometown of overseas Chinese. There are overseas Chinese villages, factories, schools, theaters... They live a happy and enthusiastic construction life in their hometown. Traveling in Fujian Province, you will feel that there are not only a lot of wood, but also a lot of stones!Therefore, many bridges and buildings are made of stone, which are really strong and beautiful.Between the junction of Hui'an and Jinjiang, there is a long and beautiful stone bridge, which is Luoyang Bridge, which is famous in history as "the first bridge in China".There are three or five piles of small stone pillars standing in the shallow water under the bridge, which are said to be equipment for raising oysters. When the water rises in spring and summer, oysters grow attached to the stone pillars, and they can be pried off to eat in winter.

In the Kaiyuan Temple in Jinjiang, there are two stone pagodas, Jianguo and Renshou, both of which were built in the Song Dynasty.The Jianguo Pagoda is more than 48 meters high, and the Renshou Pagoda is more than 44 meters high. They are very majestic and beautiful.Building bridges and towers with huge stones requires hard work and sophisticated design. The wisdom and perseverance of our ancestors are amazing! On the mountain beside the road, the seedlings of dense acacia trees are growing happily. After a few years, there will be a big forest here again. It rains a lot and the weather is warm in the South. In terms of natural conditions, the work of "greening" is easier than that in North China.

When we arrived in Xiamen, under the setting sun, the sea breeze was whistling, and the sea waves shone with thousands of silver stars.As I write this, I am very excited and happy.kid!I can only tell you that the construction of Xiamen is great, and the people of Xiamen are brave. This beautiful city on the edge of Fujian Province has the deepest care and support from the people of the whole country. They continue to create miracles here... National Defense Frontline On December 26, we went to a small seaside village at the southernmost tip of Xiamen to visit the troops stationed there. We got out of the car by the side of the road and walked across the extremely flat and clean grounds.Farmers on the field are busy with winter plowing; children wearing red scarves are running and playing in front of the school gate; silver-gray pigeons are leisurely pecking and brushing their feathers on the ridge of others’ houses; fat pigs in the fence are swinging With big ears, and lazy eyes, looking at the passing pedestrians; here is a quiet and peaceful air!

Approaching a residential building, a PLA platoon leader walked towards us with a smile on his face, stood up straight to the officer guiding us, and said, "Report from the ×× regiment ×× platoon member ××, please give instructions!" full of joy.The officer returned the salute, and looked at him with a fatherly gaze with a smile, with kind smile lines gathering around his eyes.The warm feelings among them infected our hearts with warmth. The platoon leader led us into the bedroom of a squad: neatly arranged plank beds, covered with white sheets; washed military uniforms, folded flat on the head of the bed; rectangular mosquito nets, also pulled flat On a rope tied horizontally.On the wall are mobile award flags for combat readiness training, and small papers written by the soldiers themselves.In the hut where the weapons are kept, there are gun racks made by the soldiers themselves; a very flat backpack is placed next to it.The platoon leader told us that there are 40-jin stones in this backpack, and we practice marching with it every day. This weight is the same as full armor.

Here, ordinary people and the People's Liberation Army live together in the same courtyard. When we walked in and out of the hall, the old ladies standing in the courtyard and the young daughter-in-laws with their children in their arms nodded and smiled at us. In some houses, the soldiers are celebrating the New Year's party for them, pasting delicate red paper lanterns with tassels.Some are using colored pens to sprinkle slogans celebrating New Year's Day. In these creations, the meaning of art is very strong. Also of great interest to us was the sewing room and the kitchen.In the sewing room, several People's Liberation Army men are stepping on sewing machines, repairing damaged military uniforms.We can see the tension of the soldiers' combat readiness training, and the clothes are torn on the shoulders, elbows and knees.The kitchen is clean and bright.The firewood for the fire is neatly built up, like a short wall, surrounding the door.The stove door is on the back wall, and the fire and ashes are added, and all the work is done outside.In the kitchen, there is a large clean stove and a large cabinet with an iron screen door. Vegetables are being fried in the large pot.The cooks, dressed in white clothes and hats, answered our questions with smiles. We talked to the fighters during our visits and breaks.They come from various parts of the motherland, and they speak Mandarin with a slight local accent. They are a little reserved amidst their cordiality and enthusiasm, but when the Kuomintang army bombards the coastal villages, their eyes become serious and they hold each other tightly. Clenching his fists on his knees, he said calmly: "We must liberate Taiwan! We are always waiting for the order to march! We must complete this sacred task!" These words are like cast iron characters , hard, powerful, every word hit our hearts!We know that this is the wish and emotion in the hearts of the frontline fighters, a steel-like oath tempered! We were led by the officer again, walked to the field, and saw a group of soldiers practicing from a distance to besiege the enemy's stronghold on a hill a thousand meters away.Scattered small yellow dots were lying quietly under the barbed wire, when suddenly thick smoke rose, the barbed wire broke through, those few little yellow dots jumped up the steep wall more than two feet high, and occupied the cottage , The speed of the soldiers' actions won everyone's amazement.The officer took us to the bottom of a small jungle, where the drill for attacking the bunker was beginning.This time it was closer and I could see it clearly: on another small hill stood a round white blockhouse, and around the foot of the hill was a moat more than ten feet wide, surrounded by barbed wire.The heavily armed soldiers crawled calmly in twos and threes behind the trees and on the slopes. At a command, the soldiers jumped up like tigers chasing a deer. The ladder operator leaned the ladder to the bottom of the ditch, leaned on the ladder, and jumped like a pole vault. Even the man and the ladder rushed over, and the soldiers behind him also climbed the ladder, throwing grenades at the same time. , while running up, climbed up a very high steep wall, and accurately shot at the enemy's bunker hole... From attack to capture, it only took two minutes! In the afternoon, we went to a highland again, first winding around a large hillside, then climbing a very flat and steep mountain path, and entering a cave with electric lights.After resting here for a while, we boarded the observation deck on the top of the rock, and the sea was already in front of us!A watchman got down from the high chair and let us watch Kinmen Island through the binoculars.On the calm sea, many scattered islands are like snails floating in front of us, which can be picked up by hand.Big and small Kinmen Islands are two long lines, which can be seen more clearly.You can count the white pillars with barbed wire standing on the edge of the island.There are scattered cottages and winding roads on the island; there are people and cows squirming in the fields.I heard that there are tens of thousands of residents on Kinmen Island. These compatriots who are in dire straits, how eager to be liberated! After getting off the high ground, we walked along the seashore to a radio station on the beach. There were a few young people working here.The announcers were two girls with double braids, both from the south of the Yangtze River. They had never been to Beijing, and they spoke Mandarin very well.The broadcast started, and we quietly walked out of the house and stood on the beach to listen.Behind the front barbed wire fence, there is a big bell mouth, facing south.After broadcasting the resounding "March of the People's Liberation Army", I read a letter from a child living in Hangzhou to her elder brother who was a naval officer in the Kuomintang Army.The letter mentioned the pain of parting before liberation, and the happy environment in the family now, but everyone was thinking about the elder brother who was trapped in Jiang's army day and night, and hoped that he would come back soon... The letter was full of emotions.The stone wall standing behind gave out a clear echo, and the north wind swept across the calm sea and blew towards Kinmen Island.In the evening glow, the officers and soldiers of the Kuomintang army looking south to the motherland on Kinmen Island will definitely hear this righteous and clear voice verbatim. From here, we headed home, and the day's visit came to an end.We looked around affectionately, lowered our heads and picked a few large purple and yellow flowers that grew between the rocks on the beach, and put them in our notebooks.These beautiful wild flowers were once on the beach, day and night, with heroes and soldiers.In the future, when I open the notebook and see these flowers, it's like seeing them!The cutest people The next day I met two of the cutest people. The first is Wang Wenjin, the all-round gunner of the combat hero. It was his platoon that shot down and damaged twelve enemy planes during nine days and nights from September 4th to 12th, creating a brilliant record! In the front-line troops, everyone knows and loves Wang Wenjin. Everyone likes him not only because he is an all-round gunner and a combat hero, but also because he is everyone's closest friend. Mr. Little; he is enthusiastic, straightforward, and sincere. He is usually a talkative and laughing young man among comrades-in-arms; as soon as he sits in front of the anti-aircraft guns and faces enemy planes, he shows another aspect of his noble qualities. Heroic, tenacious, calm and resolute, he is a fully developed revolutionary fighter! We talked all morning, and this talkative and laughing young man told me about his own life: he was a child from a poor peasant family, and because there were many brothers in his family, he was taken out to be a foster son-in-law at the age of five...he said: " That family just didn’t like to work, and just asked me to work in the fields alone, I couldn’t stand it, and fled back when I was twelve years old.” After returning home, he followed his brother to do underground work for the party.In May 1949, he joined the army.In 1951, he joined the New Democratic Youth League.In June 1955, he honorably joined the Communist Party of China. He laughed and said, "I wanted to join the army a long time ago, but they wouldn't let me go no matter what they said, they wanted to keep me somewhere. That time I sent six young people to join the army, and we were all very good friends. When I wanted to go back, they were all reluctant and said: 'You send us here and leave, don't you become a soldier dealer? ' I just grasped this sentence, and I said to the local government: 'I can't go back, I can't be a soldier dealer, I must join the army with them. 'So I'll stay! " I asked, "Why did you become an anti-aircraft artillery soldier?" His smiling eyes jumped suddenly, he lowered his head to pick up a matchbox on the small table, and looked at it "absently". When he looked up again, his face was full of anger and pain, and he said heavily: " That year, in my hometown, the Kuomintang plane came, and a train had just arrived, and the bomb was thrown down on the train! I saw an old woman holding a child, who was blown up, two people Burned to death together. There was also a child, about five or six years old, who was blown to death beside the train just as he climbed off the smoky train. Seeing the fuzzy faces of these children on the ground beside the train Flesh and blood, I am trembling all over! I vowed to be an anti-aircraft gunner, hit the Kuomintang plane hard, and avenge the children!" We all fell silent. After a while, I was the first to speak. I asked: "People call you an all-round gunner, how can you be an 'all-round gunner'?" He smiled slightly: "It's like this: gunners are divided into six levels, the first gunner is in charge of manipulating, the second gunner shoots into the sky, The third is the signal tester, the fourth is the high and low aimer, the fifth is the ammunition hand, and the sixth is also the ammunition hand, but he still cares about taking off the gun cap. These six gunners have their own specialties. Learn all kinds of operations, learn them all well.” I said, "It's not easy!" He laughed and said, "It's not easy and it's not difficult. If you're afraid of difficulties, you won't be able to take revenge!" I said, "Tell me about your achievements in avenging the children." He rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "It's not me, it's our entire platoon, and our entire army. At the beginning of September, the gunboats of the Kuomintang kept firing at our anti-aircraft artillery positions. After being willing to rest, the company commander put away all the shovels. I went out in the dark in the middle of the night and found that my comrades had already stolen the shovels and squatted there waiting for me! My comrades are so wonderful! " I found that every time he mentioned "comrades in arms", his face was filled with a happy and proud expression.His comrades are happy, and he himself is also happy! "Our platoon launched a challenge in the second company, gearing up and waiting for the arrival of the enemy plane. On the night of September 4th, we couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and everyone quietly got up to guard the barrel. It was finally dawn, It was easy to see a few "old sows" in the sky - this is the nickname we gave to the B29 bomber - staggering towards us! We were so excited that we told each other: 'Calm down! Calm down !' But no one seemed to be able to hold their breath. When they entered the firepower net, we seemed to exhaust all our strength and fired the cannon, only to hear the observer report: 'A pig's head was not secured and fell down! ''Another old sow ran down obediently and into the sea! 'Since then, in nine days and nights, we shot down and injured twelve enemy planes...this is just the beginning!They dare to come again, and look! " It was a joy to listen to him talk!His eyes are full of a sense of humor, and there is no hardship or difficulty in his heart. He seems to be able to do the most difficult things effortlessly. He is really the cutest person! In the afternoon I met Zeng Wenzhi, a young soldier who had just turned 20 and had just been in the army for two years.He was a charge shooter, with a record of 9 out of 10 rounds in 13 seconds per hour. At this time, he was leaning sideways, sitting opposite me, with big eyes, red face, and small mouth, as if his whole body was full of elasticity!Who would have believed that when he joined the army "weighed only seventy-five pounds, was no taller than a rifle, and wore a No. 3 uniform like a little overcoat"? He was a child of a poor peasant in Pinghe County, Fujian Province. Before liberation, he lived a painful childhood under the oppression and exploitation of the landlord Baochang.After liberation, in 1953, in response to the call to resist US aggression and aid Korea and defend the country, the 18-year-old boy from the valley joined the army. He moved from the field to the army, and changed from the familiar hoe and sickle to a swarthy rifle... Moreover, he could only speak the southern Fujian dialect and could not understand Mandarin, which made it even more difficult for him to learn.At this juncture, he prominently demonstrated his noble quality of not being afraid of difficulties. His deeds of hard training into steel are too long to talk about-when he was learning to shoot, he could never "close one eye", he could never "stop breathing while shooting", and he could never "stop breathing when shooting". "Calm and don't panic"... But he gritted his teeth and overcame it.It turned out that he had a goal in mind, and he was determined to learn from Zhang Taofang!That Zhang Taofang was none other than a young sniper who was on the Korean front and used 437 rounds of ammunition to knock down 210 enemies in 31 days.This heroic deed penetrated deeply into his heart, and the sense of honor and responsibility of a revolutionary soldier inspired him to overcome the difficulties in his studies. He finally mastered the technique of shooting, and created the highest record of shooting nine out of ten at a speed of thirteen seconds.But he didn't stop at this stage, he didn't feel satisfied, he still wanted to eliminate the phenomenon of shooting failure among his comrades-in-arms. teach them.When he was the deputy squad leader, because he introduced his shooting experience very well, the recruits who had just joined the army could get "excellent" in shooting within three days. The recruits love him and trust him, not without reason. He has meticulous care for his comrades: in daily life, when it is his turn to be on duty, he often uses his own soap to wash the clothes of the entire platoon of comrades; Clean all the shoes of comrades; he gave others what he needed from his superiors.A recruit, because of a stomachache, wanted to go home, cried and called "Mom" in the middle of the night, and he immediately got up and stroked his stomach.The little recruit said gratefully: "The deputy squad leader treats me just like my mother!" Since then, he has no homesickness and has become active at work. He told me: Once, he was standing guard at the front. It was a stormy night. In the sound of howling waves, he seemed to hear the suffering compatriots in Kinmen and Taiwan stretching out their helping hands to him in the darkness. , his tears fell down.After he came back, he wrote such a passage in his notebook: The motherland, my mother, kindly taught me how to be a newcomer to socialism. I swear to you: You must master the weapons in your hands proficiently, and guard the gate of the motherland. If the enemy dares to break in, just kill one of them with one shot! Regardless of whether he is a "KMT soldier" or an "American ghost", once the insurance tells him to come, he will never want to go back. When you issue an order to march on Taiwan, I will work with my comrades in arms to immediately rescue those ravaged compatriots. Learn from Super Hero Huang Jiguang! Learn from young sniper Zhang Taofang! Learn from their spirit of high internationalism and revolutionary heroism! Children, isn't this a very real emotion? This soldier is also a young man with all-round development. In the past two years, in addition to several second- and third-class merits, he has also received military, political, and cultural learning awards, as well as pre-team awards and circulars.He joined the army in January 1953, joined the Chinese New Democratic Youth League in July of the same year, and joined the Communist Party of China in December 1954. Children, these two cutest people are not afraid of difficulties in their studies; they both cherish the friendship of revolutionary comrades; they both strictly demand themselves and be a person of all-round development.These noble qualities are what we should study hard.Two Boys' Factories On the eve of my departure from my hometown, I set aside an afternoon to visit Two Boys' Factories. I am very interested in the way the Young Pioneers and the school help children to use their spare time to set up small factories and small farms.I think this will not only achieve the effect of combining theory and practice in teaching, but also these activities are organized, planned, and trained, which will have a great impact on children's future business and skills in society. help. Unfortunately, the time on this day was too short, and I didn't have time to have a long conversation with the small factory managers, small workers and counselors of the two factories, but my impression was very deep. The first one to visit was the juvenile factory of the private Wanshou Primary School in Taijiang District, Fuzhou City.Taijiang District is a handicraft area. There are more than 800 students in this primary school, most of whom are children of handicraft workers.The principal and counselor gave me a brief introduction to this small factory that has just been established: there are 108 workers in the factory. There are also four workshops, including electricians, carpenters, bamboo workers and sewing; each workshop has directors, engineers, technicians and technicians; engineers are hired by teachers or parents. It's a small school and everything is cutely small!The small factory manager, who was only twelve years old, took me around the workshops very solemnly and cheerfully.We first went to a small room on the right side of the small courtyard. This is a sewing workshop. There are many young female workers crowded around the long table, some are drawing paper patterns, some are cutting flannelette, and some are sewing... all Busy work.There are many colorful flannel toys on the shelf, villains, bunnies, chickens... all are exquisite and beautiful.The small factory manager told me that these were all "orders" for the school's kindergarten.Red and green paper slogans are pasted on the wall, and there are many small "determination letters", which are also short and cute!There are not many words, but the handwriting is very neat. They are all determined to "complete the task" or "exceed the task". We went to the workshops of electricians, bamboo workers, and carpenters for a week of inspection. The workers in these workshops were very busy with their work, and most of them were making "orders", such as small bamboo rulers, small bamboo signs, small wooden boxes and so on.The little workers smiled and closed their little lips tightly, holding small tools tightly in their little hands, with little beads of sweat on their little faces.They sawed, chopped, drilled, and grinded. The sound of these tools played a symphony of labor. There is a small fire in the small yard, and two small workers are blacksmithing with protective glasses. The sound of blacksmithing is loud, but the workers are very small! When I said goodbye to them, the young workers gathered around and gave me many products from our factory: small cloth rabbits, small bamboo rulers, small wooden boxes... many small and cute things as a souvenir of our meeting. From here we rushed to Fuzhou No. 4 Middle School in the district. The No. 4 Middle School is on the hillside of Linjiang, with more than 1,400 students.The juvenile factory here is the first juvenile factory in Fuzhou, with 110 workers.There are directors and deputy directors in the factory, and the organization section is divided into a personnel unit and a security unit; the finance section has accountants, cashiers, and custodians; there are five workshops for electrical machinery, chemical engineering, civil engineering, model aircraft, and drawing, and there are also technicians and engineers in the workshops. and mechanics. This school is a middle school, and this factory is the first youth factory in this city. The age of the workers and the scale of the factory are relatively large. There are boxes and shelves full of products in each workshop, such as chalk, red and blue from the chemical workshop. Ink... Electric bells from the motor workshop... Steam engine models from the carpentry workshop... Airplane models from the aircraft model workshop... etc. There are many kinds, all of which are learning or teaching tools.Schools buy goods from factories, the price is lower than the market, and small factories can get a little profit, and then expand production.At this time, the new year is approaching, the chemical workshop is rushing to make red ink for the teachers, the drawing workshop is rushing to make posters for the school, and pictures to celebrate the new year...the workshops upstairs and downstairs are all busy ! After the visit, the small factory manager asked me to meet with all the workers and said a few words. Each workshop gave me so many gifts that I couldn't hold them with both arms. The children rushed to fetch things for me, and they surrounded me and sent me to the street down the hillside. This time I return home, really rewarding!My heart is filled with fresh and happy memories of what I saw and heard in my hometown; my box is also filled with many gifts from the children in my hometown. During my stay in Fuzhou, there were three young pioneer squadrons from three primary schools. , came to visit me.We watched the puppet show together. In addition to performing singing, dancing, reciting, and magic tricks, the children also gave me many creations of their labor, such as puppet figures, puppet play scripts, composition scores, paper flowers, and so on. After returning to Beijing, I distributed my favorite, these precious gifts, to children in elementary schools and nurseries in Beijing for them to watch and appreciate.I only keep a small compass for myself, which is on my desk.The end of this needle pointing to the south is red, just like my fiery heart, it always points to the south of the motherland, my "hometown of youth" and "boys in my hometown"! It was first published by Children's Publishing House in April 1957, and later included in a collection of novels, essays, and poems. )