Jinzhong Plain, located in the narrow north-south area between Taihang Mountain and Luliang Mountain, is the richest place in history. On this fertile plain, there is an old castle built in the Ming Dynasty. Take a bus from Taiyuan to the south along the south Tongpu line, cross the Wuma River and look west through the window. The first thing you see is the towering white tower. Under the sunlight, the tower is flawless and radiant.

This ancient castle has square walls and four turrets. In the center of the city stands a three-story drum tower, which is magnificent. The city wall is actually a compacted dike wall made of concrete. The wall is15m high, 8m wide at the bottom and 6m wide at the top. There are 72 protruding city wall platforms, and the outer wall is made of 3000 cribs made of special long bricks. East, west, north and south four twin-city gatehouses. The city is divided into four streets: ticket offices, pharmacies, restaurants, cigarette shops, businesses and cloth shops, which are juxtaposed on both sides. I think it was also very lively and prosperous. Every holiday celebration, the ceiling penetrates the top of the street, lights are shining, drums and music are ringing, customers are crowded and business is very prosperous. There are many temples in the city, which are arranged on the east and west sides from south to north: Longwang Temple, Confucian Temple, City God Temple, East Temple, Baita Temple and West Temple. Just to the north of the Drum Tower, the county lobby faces South Street, symbolizing smoothness. This is a set of standard buildings under feudal rule.

This old castle is overgrown with weeds, dark buildings, decayed doors and windows, and has been in disrepair for a long time. There is only one turret left in the southeast.

These architectural sites, which show the rule of the decadent feudal ruling class, are dotted with high-rise gatehouses in the middle of temples, high-wall courtyards, quadrangles and grand view gardens, and are the residential groups of high officials and nobles; Compared with the suburban, dilapidated and earthen-topped poor houses, it shows the class contrast and political and cultural situation of feudal society.

Since the Republic of China, Yan Xishan has built several narrow-gauge railway stations in the southeast of the city; The railway across the south of the city is the Christian church, church, school and hospital in the United States, and there is a Christian social hall on the south street; East of the city is Mingxian School with Kong Xiangxi as the principal and its ancestral grave. These buildings, which represent imperialist cultural aggression and promote colonial education, as well as hotels, brothels, cigarette houses and foreign firms developed in remote alleys of cities, are full of foreign goods, showing the infiltration of western culture and the epitome of colonial economy everywhere; At first glance, Baita County is simply an exhibition hall showing imperialist aggression. These buildings were actually built by a group of illiterate masons and smokers led by local architect Xiang Han.

Feudal superstition and cultural lag; Agricultural technology is simple and conservative; Business depression; After the July 7th Incident, the ancient city of Baita, which had no machinery industry but only manual workshops, took on a new look: there were no street lamps hanging on the telephone poles at the station, the city wall and the city gate, and now China's head is hung; A group of wild dogs gnawed at a female corpse in a pile of weeds at the bottom of the city wall. The female corpse was raped and killed by the devil and fell from the crib in the tower. Today's Baita County, Baita is no longer Baita; Towers and watchtowers are no longer towers and watchtowers, but watchtowers. The feudal society imprisoned for thousands of years was shattered by power politics.

Baita City has changed its defenders. When they entered the city, everyone went to the first post with trepidation, bowed deeply to the Japanese devils on guard, and then after being inspected, they were punched and kicked by the devils, stabbed with gun butts and even stabbed with bayonets. If you want to resist again, shoot at will, and you will be killed if you shoot. After the second pass, you have to bow to the devil sitting in the office room before you can enter the city gate.

On the ruins, there are sky-blue Ren Dan advertisements everywhere. Every family hangs the Japanese flag, Xinmin flag and Manchuria flag. The tranquility of the past was messed up by the war, which was simply a hell on earth.

In a very remote Wenchang Temple Hutong in the urban area, there is a Xiangjia Courtyard sandwiched in the temple. The compound is located at the southern end of this alley, with the gate facing east and Wenchang Temple opposite. Entering the east gate, there are two tall buildings facing south and two gatehouses. These are two side-by-side quadrangles. There is a side door in the west courtyard, which can enter the Confucian Temple Garden. Standing in the courtyard, you can see the only turret in the southeast corner of the city wall, which has existed in name only. Yesterday was March 15, and it has been more than 20 days since the pawn family fled. I heard that "Down with Japanese imperialism!" Slogan, the gate is tight. The pawn returned to the old house in the city with his schoolbag on his back. When entering the city, the devil searched the pawn's schoolbag and found a book with the word' devil' written on it. The Japanese devils stared, grabbed the horse mane left on the head of the pawn, lifted it and shook it, and shouted, "The contribution of the small eight-way road?" The pawn didn't cry, but Zhong Ding trembled, bowed his head and begged for mercy, and pleaded with trembling lips: "The child scribbled and didn't understand." Then I patted the pawn a few times, and the pawn suddenly grinned and cried. The devil tore up the manuscript in a rage and roared, "Eight Shell Wild Lang!" " Bastard, bastard ""a wave, can be released.

Going back to Xiangjia Courtyard, which has been away for more than half a year, it's getting dark, and neighbors are afraid to come and say goodbye. Today is March 16, and the moon looks very round. The pawn remembered "full moon, full moon on August 15th", so he asked my grandfather Wang to tell the story of moon cakes again. After listening, he gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, sat in a daze on the kang, made a knife shape with his small hand, and chanted from time to time: "Kill! Kill! " Suddenly I felt my hair hurt, so I touched it. At the same time, I feel my face burning, and my palms are burning when I touch my face.

When the pawn was going to sleep, he said to my grandfather, "let's bake so many moon cakes!" Send it to each family? " My grandfather held his hand and pointed to the watchtower. The pawn will be surprised by my gesture and stop talking. Enter a sweet dream with deep hatred.

The dawn in spring is especially warm. Sleeping, dreaming of myself, sleeping between my father Xiang Han and my mother Wang Ying; In the morning, grandpa took the birdcage and went to the watchtower to play Tai Chi Chuan. That thrush has been singing a duet. With the bell hanging on the arch of the turret, the bell ripples in the breeze; Tai Chi in the outfield is very harmonious and the fist is very cooperative. My grandfather saw the ugly smile on the soldier's face in the morning light. He stared at the soldier's face and shared the peace of dreams. Suddenly, a dark cloud condensed from his forehead, straight down his mouth, and suddenly returned to Xiang's cheek, crying loudly and shouting, "Grandma! Grandma! " My grandfather shook Xiaobing's shoulder, woke him up, and quickly picked him up and put him on his face. I saw a soldier's tears flow out, on my grandfather's cheek, still sobbing; The soldier's hot face stung my grandfather's penitent heart; The tears of grandpa and grandson blend together, and the unbearable pain can't be calmed down for a long time.

At this time, on the well platform outside the window, a team of Japanese soldiers came out of Wenchang Temple and came to the well to take a cold bath with canvas buckets. They are naked, while washing, like high heels, crawling on each other's backs from time to time, like animals.

Now, the watchtower on this wall is no longer a quiet watchtower, but a devil's watchtower. My grandpa can't go anywhere to practice Tai Ji Chuan. In this yard, young people and women are hiding, and the parents of the pawn moved to Xizhuang outside the city. Newly renovated, not fully moved in. There lived an old pedant in his seventies in Shandong Province, Weng Sheng Mao, the director of Confucius Temple. He wore a faded and worn blue gown day and night, and climbed on the table with a magnifying glass all day, looking for the strategy of saving the country and the people in ancient books. His wife died at an early age, and he didn't continue. He has only one nephew, Huiwen, who graduated from Ming County Middle School and is an old government worker. He often takes care of him. At present, I will work under Bai Jinsheng. The west room is locked, and the owner is the assistant director of Xinmin Association County Headquarters, surnamed Ai. He said he went to Nanjing headquarters for training, and Yan 'an people told people that he was driven out by land reform. Beiwu is the owner of Hongyi Tobacco House, Mr. and Mrs. Liu. He is not only a gambler, but also the boss of Hongyuan. Her son Liu seldom goes to Japan to study, and now he is an interpreter for the Japanese gendarmerie. Today, Liu Shi only sells a large number of Japanese materials, namely heroin. I remember 1937 After the Lugouqiao Incident, Japan attacked North China on a large scale, and the Kuomintang pursued non-resistance and retreated step by step. In late autumn, shortly after the fall of Taiyuan, Japan entered Baita County. The pawnbrokers, my uncle Wang Xi, my cousin Guinian and the whole village are hiding in Fengshan, and traffic is flocking to Nanshan. It was afternoon in front of the mountain, and a plane circled around the city in the direction of the county seat, dropping several bombs. People were very alarmed. The soldier sleeping in the carriage was awakened by the explosion of the bomb, pointing in the direction of the county, crying for his mother-in-law, just like when he woke up just now. After a commotion, everyone ran into the ravine, and all the horses, chariots, property, food and so on were thrown at the foot of the mountain, regardless of anything. When she fled up the mountain, her mother-in-law had a little small feet and it was inconvenient to walk, so she stayed at home to watch the door. She said: He is "blessed by the Great Immortal, not afraid." So we didn't come together.

Escape to the ravine and go up the mountain from the path next to Shentou Spring. Osmanthus fragrans and Guinian took the lead and sometimes carried him behind his back. My uncle is holding Xiao Man, the younger brother of Xiaobing. Xiaobing's mother and newborn brother were carried on stretchers by grandpa and dad. It began to rain lightly, and I walked in a muddy ditch. The mud under my feet stuck my shoes. It's raining harder and harder, and my feet feel light, but they still slide and slide. I can't see my fingers, it's so dark. I dare not light the masthead light for fear of attracting Japanese planes. Very quiet. You can only hear gasps. You dragged me, and luck got into the mud ditch. Hearing the noise not far away, the villagers in the mountainous area took us into the villa. Row after row. A pot of thick millet porridge prepared long ago, hungry and cold refugees, with the same feelings as home, picked up this bowl of porridge. Everyone felt warm and fragrant after eating, and fell asleep on the ground when they were sleepy. At this time, a big man in his thirties, Li Ping, came in and shouted: "The country is in trouble, and we share the happiness and share the difficulties. Folks: Go to sleep quickly. Young men and women, come with me to the back hill tomorrow. The child's wife asked my parents to lead me to drill a ravine and hide in a cave. God knows. I'll call. Rest! " After saying his word, some of them have fallen asleep. Among the small animals bathing on the well platform, one left Hu, pointed to the north house and ran to the courtyard of the north house together. According to the old routine, Boss Liu rolled up his sleeves and bowed down to meet him: "Welcome Taijun!" Taijun said, "Flower girl?" Boss Liu said, "The flower girl's has all run away." Taijun said, "Come tomorrow, big girl." Boss Liu said, "No, you can't come." Taijun shouted to Boss Liu, "Cunning, Cunning, Eight Shell Wild Lang, Dead, Dead." Raise your hand is a few big slap in the face, Liu Shi nose and mouth bleeding, he waved and left disappointed.

The proprietress hid in the closet for a long time, and her face turned white with fear. When she heard that the devil had left, she came out and saw the old man's nose bleeding. She shouted angrily, "Shit, let's talk about it another day." Sheng Mao saw clearly through the hole in enough paper and said to himself, "This is the civilization of the Japanese Empire." All this, Zhong Ding holding the grandson, hear clearly. There is only one chess piece in grandpa's arms. I am worried about my mother-in-law. I hope her mother-in-law will not be so afraid.