Excerpt from the original:
The mountain carving carefully arranged a fake battle of "fierce fighting with the invading army" to secretly investigate whether this "Laojiu" is true or not. Yang Zirong rushed up with a gun in his hand, and soon he found that these people were just yelling, guns in the air. Mountain carving: the king of heaven covers the land! How dare you! Dare to anger your ancestors? Yang Zirong: River Demon in Baota Town! In that case, let me fall from the mountain and drown in the river. )
Yang Zirong knew that the mountain carving was testing him, so he attacked and killed several gangsters. When the mountain carving killed his brother, he shouted to Yang Zirong, "Laojiu, slow down! This is an exercise. " Eliminated doubts about mountain carvings, and took the opportunity to send out the discovered information.
Introduction to the article:
It describes the struggle between northeast China and bandits in the early days of the Liberation War. /kloc-in the winter of 0/946, a detachment of the Northeast Democratic Allied Forces, led by Shao Jianbo, chief of staff of the regiment, went deep into the snowfield near the sea to carry out the task of fighting bandits, and Yang Zirong, a reconnaissance hero, fought wits and bravely with the carved bandits on the Hu Wei.
Lin Yuan has always been regarded as a typical representative of "revolutionary popular novel", a brilliant model of "combining new political concepts with traditional forms of expression" and an irreplaceable important novel in the development of the whole "seventeen-year literature".
Extended data writing background:
1946 in the early days of the liberation war, a confrontation between the enemy and ourselves was formed in the northeast. In order to consolidate the base areas and mobilize manpower and material resources to support the war of liberation, the PLA began to implement land reform. However, a few defeated Kuomintang bandits fled into the mountains and forests, colluded with local habitual bandits and landlords and bullies, formed bandit armed forces, wantonly burned and looted, and undermined land reform.
Therefore, the superior research decided to organize small teams to enter the mountains, carry out small group actions, attack the enemy while reconnaissance, and combine reconnaissance with combat. The author and his comrades-in-arms undertook part of this glorious and arduous task. /kloc-in the winter of 0/946, they went deep into the mountains around Xiaoxing 'anling in the northeast and began to deal with bandits who claimed to have several brigades.
Qu Bo has never been engaged in literary creation before, but those fighting heroes who died for the revolution will always live in his heart. When he was recuperating in the hospital, he told countless stories about his comrades-in-arms and the battles in Linhai Xueyuan.
These stories, especially Yang Zirong's heroic deeds, moved and surprised the audience and gained some strength from them. After talking about it, he had a strong desire to create.
However, due to busy work and low writing level, I tried to write three chapters at first, but I felt powerless: first, my inner feelings could not be expressed by pen; Second, you can't tell the truth directly because you can't tell the truth. In a rage, he tore up all three chapters he had written.
1955 One night before the Spring Festival, the author braved the heavy snow and went home, still thinking hard about how to write this novel well and how to break through the language barrier.
When he got home, he saw his sleeping wife and children at a glance, and a deep feeling welled up in his heart: he remembered that there was also a gale and blizzard in Beiman eight years ago, which was the night before Hu Weishan flew; Today, the motherland is stronger than ever and has made brilliant achievements in all aspects of construction. My cabin is so warm and comfortable, and my family life is so happy, but Yang Zirong, Gao Bo and other comrades have never seen or enjoyed it.
It is for a better today and a better future that they gave their precious lives in the most difficult years. Looking out the window at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, the endless beautiful sea and snowy fields, the images and deeds of Yang Zirong, Gao Bo, Chen Zhenyi, Luan, Liu Yuncang, Li and other comrades reappear in the author's mind.
Since then, Qu Bo has to work overtime for three or four hours every night. Sundays and holidays are the most concentrated times for his writing. From February 1955 to August 1956, Qu Bo completed a 400,000-word manuscript in his spare time of one and a half years.