Time: 2009-8- 29 12:38:10 Words: 5628
August 18th, Thursday, sunny
Last night, the demons wreaked havoc all night and didn't end until ten o'clock in the morning.
I'm in a good mood. Many of my colleagues said it might snow, and I believed them, even though it still wasn't snowing.
However, it was already snowing in the area near here. The snow covered the mountains in the distance. What a beautiful scenery!!
My comrades and I are training in a new subject. I'm already an armored marksman. I find it very interesting. This has been my dream since I returned to the old company last year.
At that time, I was still a new recruit, but the chief gave me a new mission to go to Gansu to learn armor technology. I felt regretful that I almost forgot about it.
This afternoon, I heard from my comrades at the radio station that one of my articles had been published in a magazine. I was very excited.
Everyone had to have their own standpoint and beliefs. If he couldn't persevere to the end, I would lose the entire world. I wouldn't be able to achieve my goals. This was reality. We must work hard. If you lose hope, you will lose the world completely.
August 21st, Sunday, sunny
We're off today. In the afternoon, everyone will go to the shower car to take a shower. This kind of thing is really mysterious.
I had a strange dream last night. Maybe it was a reaction after running 3 kilometers!
I have some altitude sickness. I just want to record this dream truthfully.
In my memory, I am still deeply attracted by your eyes and moving glance. Your charm will always guide me in the direction of progress. Suppose I had died this morning. Suppose I have an incurable disease, suppose my love for you is unchanging. What would you think if I had fallen in love with someone else? How to do it? This would be a very cruel hypothesis, but I knew that I had always been unable to control myself from doing so, when love was just a physical reaction.
Do you know what I'm going to do? When all this comes, I find that all love no longer belongs to me. Try to imagine this helpless situation, please tell me what you think?
If you love me, give me all your love. Let us become one! Let my everything fill your body and soul, love you, care for you, embrace your body and soul. Let me evaporate in front of you, will you become worried or indifferent?
In the dream, I returned to my beloved hometown. This memory is very clear. This is a very strange feeling. I can't express my feelings truthfully. Why? Have I adapted to the new environment and developed the latest and greatest cause? That was beyond my imagination. I thought I could become an engineer in the electronics industry, but I felt that this dream was far away from me. I have to work hard. Do I still miss her? I never forgot her, even in my dreams. The day I find a new love, she will disappear from my memory.
August 25th, Thursday, cloudy to heavy snow
In the 100 days before I leave the army
I wrote this article for no particular reason or purpose. It was just for the plateau, for the cold weather, for this memory and the story that happened in the past. When I was in university, I always chose to give up because English could not express my feelings deeply.
The sun was about to set when it began to snow heavily, but in order to complete the mission, I saw my comrades persevere until the last moment. He was a real man when the snow covered him. I have to use the Chinese section to describe my true feelings. I wrote it down because I was wrong and there are many things to be proud of. Today, I will leave my old company. There will be more stories squeezed in, but my pen is too weak. If I told my friends today that it was snowing, they would definitely not believe me. They would even laugh at me for lying to them, but it was undoubtedly true. The weather was unpredictable. I really don't dare to boast. Can you accurately predict the environment here?
I don't want to say too much, because I always think that when I'm wrong, I always have a lot of choices. I thought I could go anywhere I wanted, but I failed. The sky was always blue. You would always feel how limited your vocabulary was. This was a very funny topic. Sometimes, you clearly like someone, but you can't open your heart to her because being shy is a missed opportunity.
You're missing her, but you can't remember clearly here. She is my angel, she is my goddess, she is my entire destiny. Please protect your lover. Even though you are still alone, the world is always full of love.
Days in Kunlun
Many days had already passed, but the days at Mount Kunlun were the only exception....
Kunlun Mountain was a divine mountain. In many ancient myths of the Celestial Dynasty, those who had achieved immortality loved to cultivate in Kunlun Mountain. Wuxia novels often mentioned that one could only reach the peak of martial arts by practicing martial arts secret manuals or by coming to Mount Kunlun. Even the song " Ghost Blows Out the Light " written by World Dominator had mentioned the wonders of Mount Kunlun. The legend of the demonic tower continued, and the legend of the Immortal Worms continued to spread. The construction of the Qinghai-Tibet railway is said to have passed through the permafrost of the Kunlun Mountains. Our compatriots paid a heavy price in exchange for the legend of "all roads lead to Tibet" today.
I will personally enter this ancient and magical " Forbidden Zone of Life ".
At that time, we were with the regiment for a military exercise. I also wrote an article about "Dreaming Back to Kunlun".
Dreaming Back to Kunlun (Poetry)
Inscription: The night is too dark and deep
I often lose my patience at night
Even in the light of wine
lose yourself
Only when I calm down
A strange feeling seized me
Bit by bit, memories began to unfold.
Memories that seem distant occupy my dreams again
The memories and stories of Kun Lun might last forever…
I. Love the 30-Mile Barracks the Most
You bear too much helplessness and vicissitudes
Maybe there are too many stories spreading
The peeling wall recounts the hardships of the years
History has finally abandoned you in a forgotten corner
I came here with the army
In a lonely corner
Looking for traces of history
Vaguely discernible tragic slogan
Record the loyalty of many hot-blooded men
From here you march to the battlefields of your homeland
The hymn of devotion continues to sing
few years ago
A magical woman from the far north
I came here on foot
Looking for the dream of life
For more than ten years, I fought on the snowy plateau like a day
Using the thread of friendship to hold up the sky of Kunlun Mountain
She was the "Goddess of Kunlun"-Jiang Yunyan.
Nightingale Prize Platform, she brings glory to the country
This is the memory of the 30-mile barracks
The "Little Shanghai" on Kunlun Mountain in our hearts
The wheel of history cannot be stopped
I don't have time to think
Only treasure love in the bottom of my heart
II. The most unforgettable nine days in the Qitai
Highland forces break through the land of Qitai
Iron Horse Ice River is no longer a bleak memory
The Black Hawk fighter jet performed stunts at high altitude
The crow breathed heavily and slowly
Flying in the sky above Kunlun Mountain
The weather here hides too many mysteries
The sandstorm has already struck frequently
The clear sky seems far away
Xiaoxue's arrival is inappropriate
In the morning and evening, we sing the opposite show
Experiencing the four seasons every day
The Kunlun soldiers were still chanting the familiar melody.
wind blowing stones
Wearing a cotton-padded jacket all year round
I can't see the grass for ten thousand miles
Crows cannot fly high
In the bitter summer of August, we left too many memories
Young warriors use their youth to write the miracles of life
A beautiful soul is on stage in Qitai Daban
A symphony dedicated by modern soldiers
When comrades fall to the ground because of lack of oxygen
We will not hesitate to take off our cotton-padded clothes
I saved my comrades
And let go of myself
When comrades hold their ground to complete their mission
when we found him
He stood there like the Snow God of Kunlun
When we're waiting for a cooked meal and fresh vegetables
be excited
The meaning of being a soldier is self-evident
This is a legend on Kunlun Mountain
No earth-shattering story
There is no script that will be remembered forever
There's no situation where I'm crying and singing
There are only simple pictures
There are only touching details
Only sincere hearts
Our tears begin to surrender to our eyes
The strong soldier did not forget to remind him,"
Kunlun Mountain doesn't believe in tears
I can't use a pen to describe my true feelings
Because it's too weak
but it was enough
The memory of the nine days of the strange platform will never slip away in my life
III. Passing by Kangxiwa Martyrs Cemetery
The sky is very blue
The clouds are very light and faint
The snow is very thick
The mountain is very high and dangerous
The nameless flower suddenly appears on the grave
Just like you, in the long river of history
Shining a faint light
Shock the bleak memories
The windmill of memory is spinning in the dream
forty-three years ago
You use blood and fire to push the wheel of history
Your youth and blood are spilled in Kunlun
The spark of life suddenly stops beating
From now on, you will sleep here forever
Maybe forty-three years
Maybe forever, forever
I leave my hometown and my family in vain, my soul lingering in my dreams
when I came here
Memories start to melt
Time gradually freezes
The end is the beginning
Until you disperse the smoke of the new century
When the newborn sun rises on Mount Kunlun
I hope the tragedy of history will not repeat itself
Written in January 2007)
A long poem describing my time in Mount Kunlun. Although it won the sympathy of some of my comrades, poetry is still a very thought-provoking thing. Therefore, I am willing to use the simplest language and the largest space to describe our moment in Mount Kunlun. I will remember this period of time. Just like one of my generals said, those who have been to Mount Kunlun can suffer anywhere in the world. In that case, why should I be afraid of the temporary loss and wandering now? I also want to learn from Thomas Thomas Einstein. In his later years, an accidental fire burned down the laboratory that he had worked hard for all his life. He said," I can start all over again." Otherwise, we would still be living a slash-and-burn life and not know what electric lights are.
Thirty Miles of Impression: Remembering the Martyrs
One day in August, we climbed over the mountains and followed the Yeppu highway to Sanshili. Sanshili was called the " Little Shanghai of Kunlun Mountain ", which showed its prosperity. When we went there, it was indeed extraordinary. There was no lack of entertainment venues on the ground. Although it was not as prosperous as the plains, it was enough for the officers and soldiers stationed on the plateau all year round.
When the truck slowly drove into the camp, I felt as if I had entered another era. In that era, the morale of the people was high, and they made a great leap forward. They engaged in production, and they fought while doing production.
In 1959, in the Kunlun Mountains, in order to deal with the harassment of the Indian hegemonism, our army carried out military rotation battles. Soldiers from all major military regions gathered here. In order to defend the sovereignty of the country, many people sacrificed their precious lives. In the blink of an eye, 46 years had passed. Everything had become a fleeting cloud. Only the mottled walls, the inspiring slogans, and the desolate camp were still there.
" We have come here as soldiers of the 21st century. Recalling the past, how many heroes have turned to dust. It's just that when we sleep on the land where our predecessors once fought, we miss our hometown, miss the girl I like, and miss a peaceful life. Tomorrow, we will walk into a new battlefield.
Fortunately, we were fully prepared when we came. Be it supplies, guns, or ammunition, it was enough for us. We were also mentally and physically prepared.
As for the martyrs from 46 years ago, some came from Yun Gui, where it was spring all year round, and some came from Hainan and Guangdong, which had a tropical climate. With an order, they came to the front line in a daze. Death was hanging around them at any time.
The wind from the plateau blew from the top of Kunlun Mountain. The surroundings were bare and there was no shelter. Everyone wore tattered clothes and carried their weapons on their backs. They shivered. When the snow fell, they were so cold that they could not speak.
Our fighter jets occasionally flew overhead, and the sound of gunfire could be heard. Our comrades were still fighting at the front line. Groups of comrades who had lost their limbs came down from the front line. They would soon go home. Perhaps they would sleep here forever.
Some of the comrades were newly recruited from other places, so they had never seen such a scene before. This was a cruel war, and this was the bloody reality. Fear surged into their hearts. Perhaps we would have to go to the battlefield tomorrow, or perhaps our bones would be buried in Mount Kunlun, or perhaps we would never be able to return home.
And every Qingming Festival, our loved ones could only look in the direction of Mount Kunlun and add a handful of soil to our graves. If the heavens showed mercy, white flowers would bloom in front of our graves. That was the most tenacious life and faith in legends.
Forty-six years ago, although the honor of the motherland was above everything else, although it was glorious to kill enemies on the battlefield, although they were righteous soldiers who shouldered the responsibility of protecting the country, many of their comrades were still afraid, had nightmares, and were frightened. When that day really came, it was the same for soldiers of any era. When we are ready to go to the battlefield, we give our lives to faith, we pour our blood on the battlefield, and we display the light and fragrance of youth to our heart's content. For honor, for all those who love us, we must once again blow the bugle, once again unfurl the military flag, and once again let the military song echo across Kunlun.
Thinking of this, I was filled with respect for the revolutionary seniors from 46 years ago. Recalling their years, what era did I live in? The country was prosperous and the people were peaceful. Soldiers were raised for thousands of days and used for a moment. The supplies were very sufficient. What reason did we have not to defend well?
Jiang Yunyan's Chapter of Thirty Miles
Jiang Yunyan was a very ordinary woman of the new era, but she promoted a spirit. She fought on the snowy plateau all year round, served ordinary soldiers all year round, and handed her faith to the party all year round. I didn't see her when I went. Perhaps it's a pity.
In 2003, Jiang Yunyan represented the nurses in China and won the Nightingale Award, the highest award for nurses. Now, it was said that she continued to serve ordinary soldiers in a certain People's Liberation Army hospital in Ye City. She was already the head nurse and led a group of nurses to serve the people that Wei Wei once praised as " the cutest people."
Jiang Yunyan was from Shanxi (or maybe Shaanxi). She had never investigated it herself. Because her lover worked in the army, she couldn't stand the pain of missing her. She traveled thousands of miles and crossed mountains and rivers. She walked alone from her hometown to Xinjiang. The leader of the Xinjiang Military Region was moved. This was a role model for women in the new era, so he arranged for her to be a nurse in a hospital of the People's Liberation Army. When she learned that the soldiers in the snowy highlands of Mount Kunlun had not been taken good care of all year round, some of them suffered from sequelae, and some of them died from altitude sickness in the forbidden zone of life, the glow of motherly love radiated from her body. She resolutely requested to be sent to Mount Kunlun's Thirty Miles Battlefield Hospital for support, and it became a beautiful story.
This job lasted for more than ten years. Those who had been to the highlands knew what it was like to stay on the highlands for ten years. It was quite terrifying. Jiang Yunyan had no regrets. She fought silently in her ordinary post, releasing her energy without reservation and giving all her love to the soldiers and civilians on Mount Kunlun. There were many nights where she could not sleep because her comrades would come from all over the country to wait for her to be rescued at any time. She could accept the task of visiting patients at any time, but she persisted. As for some touching details, she could refer to relevant books to check. It was quite touching. She and her comrades had helped the doctors save the lives of many soldiers, but she had to eat the unpalatable highland rice with her comrades, live in a simple dormitory, and often donate to poor soldiers.
He missed Jiang Yunyan and this spirit.
Thirty Miles of Life Training
Before he had gone thirty miles, the life here was exaggerated to the point of being frightening. He had heard that there was a danger of death at any time. When he really came here, it was just so-so. Perhaps it was because his physical fitness was still strong, but he had never experienced the so-called altitude sickness. However, on the night I went there, I felt a slight headache. I don't know what's going on. Perhaps that was the altitude sickness I got from going thirty miles.
One of my squad leaders, a six-year soldier, came to Mount Kunlun not the second time, but the third time. He said that he had a headache and felt very uncomfortable when he walked. It seemed that he couldn't even maintain a normal life, let alone training.
I don't mind. I can devote myself to my normal life and training the next day. Because I, Xiao Hei and Xiao Zhao were the youngest soldiers in my platoon-2 years old, we had to be more proactive in many things. At that time, Squad Leader Liu was still the leader of our platoon, but Squad Leader Zhao was temporarily the platoon leader. Sometimes, Squad Leader Shang would lead the entire platoon for training.
Early in the morning, we got up very early. It might be 8:30 (there is a 2-hour time difference between Xinjiang and the mainland, which might be equivalent to 6:30 in the mainland). The company commander led the entire company of officers and soldiers to gather and began to run. It was actually fine. It was just that everyone ran slowly. They usually only ran 1-2 kilometers and did some other activities.
They shouted commands, sang military songs, and did some exercises. They were done in the early morning. The next step was to clean up the place. This was a very annoying thing. Because the weather was dry, we had to sprinkle water around the entire company. It was quite a spectacular scene. All the soldiers of the company carried buckets and came to the Kunlun Goddess River together. Since I didn't know the name of the river, I temporarily named it the Kunlun Goddess River. I even wrote a poem praising its magic.
This river doesn't have much water in winter, and it was summer when we went there. Naturally, the snow on Mount Kunlun melted, and sometimes the water was very strong. The company commander told us to be careful when we went to fetch water.
The weather within thirty miles of Mount Kunlun retained its usual climate characteristics. The air was very thin, and there was sand everywhere. Not a single blade of grass grew. The temperature difference between day and night was large, and the temperature was slightly higher during the day. It was okay to wear summer clothes, but one had to wear autumn clothes at night. Usually, in the afternoon, the wind and sand would rise, and the temperature would plummet. It was supposed to be a sunny day, but in a short while, one would feel the darkness and fear before the storm.
After sprinkling the water, we had to clean the room. At this moment, the brothers were cooking delicious food for us. While cleaning, we could listen to music or the radio. It was a very pleasant thing to do. We could find some joy in our difficult life.
After cleaning, it was time to eat. Eating was always the top priority for soldiers. In times of peace, one had to eat well before they could fight.
Highland meal
Before he came to Mount Kunlun, he had heard that the food on the plateau was very unpalatable. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't exactly the case.
It was as if they had the illusion that everyone had the desire to eat on Mount Kunlun. No wonder the captain said that as long as they could eat and drink here, there would definitely be no problem.
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