-Commemorating the 70th anniversary of the victory of the Red Army's Long March.

● Singing and dreaming

We set out from Ruijin.

Since the spring of 1934.

The rumble of gunfire seems to reverberate in the dense forest of years.

On the rugged mountain road, we are looking for the footprints left by the team wearing straw sandals.

Strong smoke is constantly permeating the depths of our memory.

The Soviet flag fluttering in the wind is the brilliance of the collision between the sickle and the hammer.

Spread to the revolutionary history of China.

Go on the long March

We breathe the air more than 70 years ago.

We felt the wind and rain more than 70 years ago.

We heard the story more than 70 years ago.

Every step we take is like stepping on a series of footprints left by heroic Red Army soldiers.

Those meadows have been stretching under our feet.

Extend a kind of tenacity and perseverance.

Those peaks stand high before our eyes.

There stood the shadow of the Red Army soldiers.

Stroking the iron cable of Luding Bridge, we seem to have grasped the history of more than 70 years ago.

By the Jinsha River, who is humming the folk song "Ten Send to the Red Army" with deep affection?

Standing under the sky of Zunyi, the wings of our memory stretch in the blue sky.

Listening to the small bamboo board that started, we remembered the tenacity and straightness of Jinggang Cuizhu.

Shandandan is red, red, and a single spark can start a prairie fire.

The winding of Wuling is a hero's life.

It is blood that stirs up sand and water.

Belts and wild vegetables are made with high morale. ...

We re-take the Long March Road.

Is to reread a grand epic of 25 thousand Li

We know that there are 720 thrilling days and nights hidden in this epic.

The difficulties and obstacles of tens of thousands of pairs of sandals are hidden in this epic.

Wanshui Qian Shan's strategy to turn the tide is also hidden in this epic.

This epic is an unprecedented swan song in itself.

Poetry commemorating the 70th anniversary of the Long March: Walking out of the Grassland

The story of a Red Army soldier

Say goodbye to the snow on the "Urna" mountain,

Out of the stone building in Ganzi city.

On the boundless wasteland,

The red flag leads the northern iron flow. (Note 1)

Spanning a hundred miles,

The ancient cangyuan is vast,

Blackwater swamp,

Dacaotan

There are obstacles and difficulties everywhere.

Sometimes the summer heat is steaming,

Sometimes it's foggy,

Sometimes hail comes,

Sometimes the heavy rain hits my face.

Supplies are extremely scarce,

Hungry all day,

In rags,

It's too cold to hide.

Bad environment,

Even the birds don't want to stay,

Endless hardships,

But I can't stop it,

A will of steel.

Without food,

Chew grass roots and bark.

A belt,

Also become

Keep the hope of life.

"Out of the grass,

Is victory! "

Simple and firm words,

Inspire every Red Army soldier. (Note 2)

…………

The distant team,

Gradually disappear from sight.

The little soldier who hobbled forward,

Or make unremitting efforts

Or the day after the expedition,

The wind is wrapped in hail,

Hunger is accompanied by fatigue,

Disease dances wantonly,

Down with this soldier in western Jiangxi.

Lying on the edge of the grass felt,

The little soldier was exhausted,

Facing the north,

He whispered. ...

"Out of the grass. ...

Get off the grass! "

Do your best,

He supports a weak body.

Toward the north,

He seemed to see the light,

In the light,

Ride a good horse and relax by your side.

"Brother,

Don't panic,

Ride a horse with a gun,

Great difficulties don't scare you,

Red Army soldiers should be strong! "

Still that kind and kind face,

Still the thick and familiar Hunan accent,

Is it really the political commissar Ren Bishi? ...

And sent seven beautiful auspicious clouds? (Note 3)

A few months ago,

I met a stubborn enemy on the Purdue River.

In the fierce battle,

The little soldier was injured and disabled. (Note 4)

Drugs are in short supply,

Wound suppuration

The high fever lasted for several days,

I can't help falling behind and fighting.

I met ren zhengwei,

For comfort, let the mount.

Care and care all the way,

Class feelings are better than brothers.

It's hard,

Forge the will of the Red Army into steel,

Relying on the unity of officers and men,

Focus on the invincible power.

A beautiful vision,

Shining with the passion of the little soldier,

A lofty ideal,

Strengthen his belief that he will win,

Stand up again,

The little soldier summoned up his courage,

Stumbling forward,

Move your body forward slowly.

The lead curtain hangs low,

Except for the howling north wind,

An empty wilderness,

Only the little soldier is lonely.

The north wind rolled up the snow all over the sky,

Wrapped in stubborn soldiers,

Like a dancing silver snake,

Trying to devour everything.

Fierce Warcraft,

You can be arbitrary.

The heroic Red Army,

Never step back.

Grit your teeth,

Blood oozed from the corners of the mouth,

Strive hard,

Without the slightest timidity.

Fight,

Never tremble before the devil,

Fight,

Be sure to get out of the grass alive!

Another day has passed,

Fatigue aggravated the illness.

At dusk, arrival,

Black at the moment,

The little soldier fainted again.

…………

In a trance,

Inexplicable power holds hands,

Be on cloud nine,

He seems to be swimming in the clouds.

No color,

Unless it's black and white,

There is no sound,

Quiet as death.

Next to me,

Fish and birds flash by from time to time,

Several rabbits are chasing the fox.

What a strange world,

Everything is completely upside down.

Floating clouds,

Sometimes the disease develops slowly,

In the clouds,

Faintly beating bright halo.

Approaching,

The rings are connected,

The center of light,

Twinkling with colorful clusters.

Suddenly,

His eyes lit up-

That's not a cluster,

Wearing an octagonal military cap,

Commanders made of iron, plastic and steel.

——

Pudu river

A good comrade-in-arms who died bravely,

Xueshanding

Brother who slipped off the cliff,

Jinsha river

Those party representatives who have shed blood,

enemy-occupied area

The old chairman of the rural Soviet Union who died heroically.

and .. / with ..

And ... (Note 5)

Deja vu,

One by one is still strange,

One by one, their eyes are firm,

One by one, iron bones clank.

Big tears,

Roll down his cheek,

Irrepressible sadness and anger,

Light a blazing fire in your chest.

Good comrades, good brothers,

Where are you now?

Jump forward,

The little soldier should be integrated with the starlight.

…………

"Little comrade! Little comrade! "

A soft voice rang in my ear again,

Like a loving mother,

Call for children.

Open your eyes,

See also the colorful world,

Measure your body,

Next to the third sister of the Red Army.

Elder sister smiled.

Laughing so real,

Holding a wooden bowl,

There are some babas in the wooden bowl.

The little soldier shouted:

Crying so passionately,

Push away the wooden bowl,

He looks extremely calm.

"Don't bother,

Give me up,

Save food,

You can definitely get out of the grass! "

"Come out of the grass!

We are Red Army soldiers,

Get off the grass!

We are class brothers,

As long as there is breath,

You will never be abandoned. "

Third sister,

Forced the little soldier to swallow the batter,

Help each other hand in hand,

They embarked on a journey to the north again.

A few days passed,

Four strong fighters,

Finally caught up with the main force of the Red Army,

Under the red flag,

They went from victory to victory.

Note: 1: The Red Second Army Corps and the Red Sixth Army Corps started the Long March from the base areas of Hunan, Hubei, Sichuan and Guizhou on 193510/month. 1In April, 936, they crossed the two snow-capped mountains of Wengshui and Napo as the right wing of the Red Sixth Army. In July, according to the order of the CPC Central Committee, it joined forces with the left-wing Red Army Corps and Gongsi Army Corps to form the Red Army Corps. After that, the Red Fourth Army and the Red Second Army formed two echelons, and entered the grassland from Ganzi to the north, heading for Hadapu Town, Min County, Gansu Province.

Note 2: "Walking out of the grass is victory!" It is a slogan put forward by the Red Second Army to all the soldiers of the army.

[3] At that time, Comrade Ren was a political commissar of the Second Red Army Corps and was in charge of the Second Red Army Corps and the Sixth Red Army Corps together with Comrade He Long.

Note 4: Pudu River is more than 100 miles north of Kunming. On the way to the Long March, the Red Second and Sixth Army Corps originally planned to cross the west here to get rid of the enemy's pursuit, but they were desperately blocked by the Yunnan Army, and the westward crossing was blocked, so they turned south.

Note 5: 1966, the author followed his father back to his hometown in Jiangxi. In the empty hall of Nanchang Red Army Martyrs Memorial Hall, he witnessed his father leafing through a thick roster of Red Army Martyrs in his hometown with tears. The author, who was still a teenager at that time, was deeply shocked by this scene, although he had no personal experience in the war years.

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