Female Soldier's Tomb

⑴The yellow leaves of late autumn fall sadly in the lonely sky. In the morning after the snow, I held a bouquet of snow lotus flowers and walked into the wasteland covered with gravel and withered grass, walking towards a small mound...

⑵Here, sleeping is a woman I respect. , a female soldier who sleeps on the roof of the world.

⑶Do you still remember me? When you left this world, I was the one holding you!

⑷At that time, I was an automobile soldier who had been in the army for less than a year. You are an ordinary health worker with a shining five-pointed star on your head, a wide brown belt tied around your military uniform, and a Red Cross medicine box slung over your left shoulder. I have never seen you before. I only saw you that day when I pulled a carload of comrades from Lanzhou Recruitment Camp into Tibet. You are too busy! There are thirty-five new recruits on the bus, and you have to check their blood pressure two or three times every day, even me, a "veteran" who has traveled three times on the Qinghai-Tibet Line, is not spared. Comrades feel that their yak-like bodies do not need to be so troublesome, but you don't agree and say seriously: "Not even a 'yak'! Altitude sickness is not polite to anyone." The people in the car were all honest.

⑸The top of Tanggula Mountain is surprisingly cold. I stopped to take a nap, refuel and add water. You run up and down to check on the soldiers as usual. The cold wind can't dry the hot sweat on your face...

⑹ At this moment - a moment that I will never forget in my life, a stray bullet flew from nowhere, and a new soldier in the car He fell down.

⑺A fork gun protruded from the cliff hole on the roadside...

⑻The evil muzzle was aimed at our military vehicle, and the muzzle was only a few dozen meters away from the car. . Stray bullets continue to fly...

⑼You were the first to discover the enemy's situation and rushed forward without hesitation!

⑽The remaining thirty-four recruits all rushed forward! They were unarmed and destroyed the enemy's lair with thirty-four pairs of fists. When everyone picked you up from the fork pine, you were already dying...

⑾I drove towards Lhasa as if I was flying. I put all my strength on the tip of my right toe and stepped on the accelerator hard, wishing that the wheels of the car would leave the ground and fly!

⑿But your injury is too serious after all! When the car reached the northern Tibetan Plateau, I had to stop. I picked you up, I didn’t know your name, no one in the car knew your name. We can only call desperately: "Comrade! Comrade!" Finally, a miracle happened. You opened your beautiful eyes, your long eyelashes flashed a few times, looked at me, looked at the comrades around you, and smiled. ! We all laughed too! But soon you closed your eyes again and never opened them again!

⒀I held you tightly. I hated myself as a driver for not being able to send you to the place where you came back from the dead. I wished I could let my beating heartbeat be transmitted to you and let my own Body temperature warms you, let your own breath wake you up...

⒁But, everything is in vain! You are still gone, leaving nothing behind, no name, no place of origin, no will!

⒂I took out the pickaxe that came with the car, and the comrades took turns digging the soil and found a place for you on the grassy beach. Female comrade, how peacefully you sleep: lying on the grassland camping, sleeping with the cold wind on your pillow, covered with June snow quilt, accompanied by the nameless stream. I know that only by lying on this land for which you have devoted your youth, blood and life can you close your eyes with peace of mind.

⒃After one month, I completed my mission and returned to the Northern Tibetan Plateau. I parked my car on the side of the road and walked to see you. Your grave bag is still a pile of ordinary loess. The difference is that a wordless tablet was erected in front of the tomb. In an instant, my emotions surged like a tidal wave. I know that because you are an unknown soldier, people can only build a monument without words for you.

⒄I covered your grave with a handful of new soil, bowed deeply to you, and said goodbye to you...

⒅In the past few decades, in In my heart, you are always as glorious and great as Huang Jiguang who blocked the enemy's gun with his chest.

⒆Good comrade, now I am back with you. What makes me happy is: you are remembered by more people! Your tomb has grown larger and is topped with white mortar. A green pine tree in front of the tomb has grown to two stories high. Under the pine tree, the wordless monument still stands.

⒇I bowed deeply to you and stood beside you for a long time...