Chapter 36 plain as truth lake

Because I like water, I love to see all rivers, lakes and seas.In my whole life, I have seen many beautiful and memorable lakes at home and abroad: some are covered by mountains and the moon is reflected, and with the lights on the lakeside buildings, they are as bright as fairyland; Some are surrounded by snow-capped mountains, and the lake water is as deep as an amethyst under the condensed clouds; You can draw it with a pen, describe it with poetic prose, or prose poetry.Only at the dusk of November 11 last year, when I was more than 30 miles northwest of Leningrad in the Soviet Union, the Lazlev Lake I saw was indescribable!This lake is neither deep nor big. It is a pair of sister swamps overflowing with stagnant water—Razlev, which means flood in Russian—the day I went there was a foggy evening in winter. There is no sunset, no moonlight and starlight, the lake is so quiet that there is no sound, there are tall reeds growing around it, and the edge cannot be seen in the deep mist.But the impression it gave me—I say the impression is wrong, because I cannot say that I appreciate it, but it is itself, the most beautiful, the greatest, the most simple, "simple as the truth" in this world

lake, and surrounded me in it.Since seeing it, I can never forget it.It is not a lake for people to enjoy and play, it is a lake that is visited by thousands of people all over the world, because after August 1917, shortly before the gunfire on the Aurora ship, it was personally visited. Live the greatest, simplest, "simple as the truth" person-Lenin!In the woods by the lake, it used to be the "green office" of this great man.The "top" of this office is the blue sky, and the "floor" is soft sand and thick fallen leaves.The desk and chairs in the office are two tree roots, one tall and one short. In this greatest and most simple office, Lenin wrote genius works: "State and Revolution", and other classic documents.Not far from the desk, two tree branches supported a crossbar with an iron kettle hanging from it.I will never forget this iron kettle, because it is exactly the same as the iron kettle commonly used in Beijing. It is a black, most ordinary and simple kettle that can be seen on every stove.Right under the iron kettle, Lenin set up dead branches, lit a fire, and then returned to his desk, writing a pen and meditating, while waiting for the sound of boiling water.Behind the forest, there is a pointed hut made of thick grass that can only accommodate one person to lie down. This is the place where the lawn mower, Ivanov (Lenin's pseudonym), shelters at night.He writes during the day, and walks by the lake in the morning and evening.Not only did he meet with his closest comrades-in-arms by the quietest, most ordinary, and simplest lake, planning how to set off the earth-shattering October red storm, he also By the side, enjoying the sunset and the new moon alone.

What a happy lake this is, what a most modest lake befitting the great Lenin! During my visit to the Soviet Union for more than two months, behind the places I saw, the people I met, and everything I read and listened to, stood a giant; Shoulders, wise eyes, benevolent mouth... He is the same as the ordinary people, and he is also the most respected and loved by them.He is not artificial, not reserved, and he has no hobbies. He had no time to think of himself.Where he lived, whether it was in the Smolny Palace, the Kremlin, the general's villa in Gork... His bedroom, dining room, and office were all so small and plain.He can also write on the most ordinary dressing table in the bedroom, and can sit for a long time on a small rattan chair for office work. Opposite his desk, he prepares comfortable sofa chairs for visiting guests... everything, They all made us deeply realize that a person who can serve the people best is always the person who can forget himself the most.The great Lenin was so completely, naturally, and meticulously thinking of Russia and the tens of millions of oppressed and exploited working people in the world.He used the most meticulous thinking day and night to plan the happiest future for them.I often wonder, in his wide and protruding forehead, has he ever thought about himself?

When we think that the happy and free life of one-third of the people in the world today is based on the simple life of this great man, we are a hundred times more precious to the relics of his simple life.Among them, what I will never forget the most is his wide and noble green office full of wild charm, and a simple "as simple as the truth" lake next to the office.February 1959. Woke Up Spring". )