15 On March 25th, National Women's Normal University held a memorial service for Yang Dequn who was killed in Duan on March 8th. I wandered alone outside the auditorium, met Cheng Jun and asked me, "Have you written anything to Liu Hezhen?" I said "no". She told me, "sir, please write a little;" Liu Hezhen loved reading her husband's articles before his death. " This is what I know. The periodicals I edit are probably all because they often have a beginning and an end, and the sales line has always been scarce. However, in such a difficult life, she decided to book Mangyuan all the year round. I have long felt the need to write something, although it has nothing to do with the dead, but in the eyes of the living, it can only be so. If I can believe that there is a so-called "spirit in the sky", I can naturally get greater comfort-but now, it can only be so.
But I really have nothing to say. I just don't think I live on earth. The blood of more than 40 young people overflowed around me, making it difficult for me to breathe and see. What words can there be? Crying for a long time, it must be after the pain is determined. And since then, the insidious arguments of several so-called scholars and literati have made me feel sad. I am not angry anymore. I will deeply understand this dark sadness that does not belong to human beings; Show my greatest sadness to non-humans, let them take pleasure in my pain, and take it as a humble sacrifice to the spirit of the deceased.
Really brave, dare to face a bleak life, dare to face dripping blood. What kind of mourners and happy people are these? However, nature is often designed for mediocrity. As time goes by, it washes away the old traces, leaving only reddish blood and lonely sorrow. In this reddish blood and the sadness of the desert, it gives people a temporary drag out an ignoble existence and maintains this inhuman world. I don't know when the world will end!
We still live in this world; I have long felt the need to write something. It has been two weeks since March 18, and the forgotten savior is coming. I need to write something.
Among more than forty young people who were killed, Liu Hezhen Jun was my student. I've always thought and said this, but now I feel a little hesitant. I should dedicate my sadness and respect to her. She is not a student of "I have lived until now", but a young man from China who died for China.
The first time I saw her name was at the beginning of last summer, when Ms. Yang Yinyu was the president of the Women's Normal University and dismissed six students' autonomous staff. One of them is her; But I don't know him. It was not until later, perhaps after Liu Baizhao led the men and women military commanders out of the school gate, that someone pointed to a student and said to me: This is Liu Hezhen. At that time, I was able to combine names with entities, but I was still secretly surprised. I have always felt that a student who can resist a winged headmaster without being bent by the situation should be somewhat sharp, but she often smiles and has a gentle attitude. She settled down in Zongmao Hutong and rented a room to teach, so she came to my lecture, so she met many times, still smiling and gentle. It was not until the old concept of running a school was restored that the former staff thought that their responsibilities had been fulfilled and they were ready to retire one after another that I saw that she was worried about the future of her alma mater and shed tears. I don't think I've seen you since. In short, in my memory, that time was a farewell.
I didn't know there was a mass protest until the morning of 18. In the afternoon, I got bad news that the guards really shot, killing and injuring hundreds of people, and Liu Hezhen Jun was among the victims. But I am quite skeptical about these legends. I never dared to speculate about China people with the worst malice, but I didn't expect it, and I didn't believe it would be so bad. Besides, the kind Liu Hezhen gentleman who always smiles, what's more, wyndell dichinson is in front of the mansion for no reason?
However, this day proved to be a fact, and it was her own body that testified. There is another one, which belongs to the Yang Dequn Army, and it proves that this is not only killing people, but also cruelty, because there are scars left by sticks.
But Duan has ordered that they are "thugs"! But then there were rumors that they were used.
Fear blinded my eyes; Gossip especially makes me deaf. What else can I say? I understand the reason why the decadent nation is silent. Quiet, quiet! If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence.
But I still have something to say.
I didn't see it myself; I heard that she, Mr. Liu Hezhen, was happy to go. Naturally, no one with a little heart would have thought of such a trap. However, he was shot before the execution, entered from behind and went through the heart and lungs obliquely. It was a fatal wound, but he died unhurt. Zhang Jingshujun, who went with her, tried to help her up and was shot four times. First, she set up a servant. Yang Dequn Jun, who went with him, tried to help her up again, but was also hit. He bounced off his left shoulder, pierced his chest to the right and set up a servant. But she can still sit up. A soldier hit two sticks on her head and chest, and she died.
That kind Liu Hezhen gentleman who always smiles is really dead, which is true, and her own body is proof; The brave and friendly Yang Dequn Jun also died, and her own body is proof; Only brave and friendly Zhang is still in the park. How thrilling and great it is for three women to roll calmly in bullets invented by civilized people! Unfortunately, China people's great achievements in killing women and children, and Eight-Nation Alliance's martial arts in punishing students were all obliterated by these bloodstains. |
However, Chinese and foreign killers are so arrogant that they don't know that everyone's face is covered with blood.
Time is always flowing, the streets are still quiet, and a limited number of lives are nothing in China. At most, it is only for innocent idle people to talk after dinner, or for malicious idle people to be the seeds of "gossip". As for the meaning beyond that, I always feel very little, because it is really nothing but bare hands. The history of human bloody battles is like the formation of coal. At that time, a lot of wood was used, and only a small piece was found, but it was not in it, let alone by hand.
However, since there is blood, of course, I don't think it has expanded. At least, be pregnant with your loved ones; The hearts of teachers, friends and lovers, even if time flies and turns crimson, there will always be a smiling and kind old shadow in the sadness of the desert. Tao Qian once said, "My relatives or I am very sad, others have died. What is the way to die? " If so, it will be enough.
As I said, I have never been afraid to speculate about China people with the worst malice. But this time, quite a few things happened to me. One is that the authorities are so cruel, the other is that gossip is so inferior, and the other is that women in China are so calm when things happen.
I witnessed the work of women in China that started last year. Although it is a minority, I have repeatedly lamented its capable and resolute spirit. As for this time, the fact that we helped each other in the hail of bullets, even though we were helpless, is more than enough to prove the courage and determination of women in China. Although suppressed by conspiracy for thousands of years, there is no evidence of extinction in the end. If we want to find the meaning of this casualty to the future, that is meaning.
The living will vaguely see a faint hope in the reddish blood; If you are really brave, you will be more excited and go forward.
Alas, I can't speak, but in memory of Liu Hezhen!