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Lesson 7 Who is the cutest person / Wei Wei

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Lesson 7 Who is the cutest person / Wei Wei

 

Every day in North Korea, I was touched by something; The tide of my thoughts and feelings is flowing in indulgence; I want to tell everything to my friends in my homeland. But what I am most anxious to tell you is an important experience of my thoughts and feelings, that is: I feel more and more deeply who is our loveliest person! 

  Who is our cutest person? Our fighters, I feel that they are the loveliest people. 

  Perhaps there are still people who faintly say in their hearts: Are you talking about those "soldiers"? They seem to be very ordinary and simple, and they can neither see what profound knowledge they have, nor any rich feelings they have. However, I will say that this is because he has too little contact with our warriors and has not yet understood our warriors: their qualities are so pure and noble, their will is so tenacious and strong, their temperament is so simple and humble, their hearts are so beautiful and broad! 

  Let me tell you a story. 

  Also during the Second Battle, a volunteer army unit plunged behind enemy lines to cut off the enemy's escape route in the corner. When they arrived at Shutang Station, the fleeing enemy also arrived there, and it seemed that they were about to drive over the road of the car. The vanguard of this force hastily occupied a low, shiny hill on the side of the road to stop the enemy. A fierce fight began. In order to escape for their lives, the enemy used 32 aircraft and more than 10 tanks to launch a group charge, which swept towards the company's position, knocking over the entire soil on the top of the hill, and the flames of gasoline bombs burned the position red. But the warriors, shouting slogans on this mountain of smoke and fire, beat the enemy to death again and again in front of the position. The corpses of the enemy were piled up in front of the mountain like grain, and the blood also shed the mountain red. However, the enemy still has to fight to the death so that his main force will not be destroyed. The battle lasted eight hours. In the end, the warriors' bullets ran out. The swarming enemy occupied the top of the hill and pressed them to the bottom of the hill. Petrol bombs dropped by planes set their bodies on fire. At this time, the warriors still will not retreat, they throw their guns, rush at the enemy, their hats are whistling with flames, hold the enemy, let the fire on their bodies, and burn the enemy who occupies the position. ...... According to the battalion commander of this battalion, after the war, on the positions of this company, the guns were completely shattered, and machine gun parts were thrown all over the mountain. The remains of the martyrs are preserved in a variety of postures. Some hugged the enemy's waist, some hugged the enemy's head, some grabbed the enemy's neck and pinched the enemy to the ground, fell with the enemy, and burned together. There was a warrior who still held a grenade in his hand, and the body of the projectile was stained with brain pulp; The American devil who died with him, the brain pulp burst and smeared the ground. Another warrior with half of the enemy's ear in his mouth. When burying the bodies of the martyrs, because they clasped their hands, they held the enemy so tightly that they could not separate them that they broke some people's fingers. ...... Although this company suffered heavy casualties, they killed more than 300 enemies, and more importantly, they enabled the main force of our troops to catch up and gather and annihilate the enemy. 

  This was the fiercest battle on the Korean battlefield - the Battle of Songkubong, or the Battle of Shutangzheng. If a monument is necessary, let me write down the names of the martyrs who fought the enemy with fire and fought to the death with bayonets. Their names are: Wang Jinchuan, Xing Yutang, Jing Yuzhuo, Wang Wenying, Xiong Guanquan, Wang Jinhou, Zhao Xijie, Sui Jinshan, Li Yuan, Ding Zhendai, Zhang Guisheng, Cui Yuliang, Li Shuguo. There is also a fighter, it is already impossible to know his name. Let our martyrs live forever! 

  The battalion commander told me the above, his tone was slow and his feelings heavy. He said he shed tears when he buried the martyrs in the position. But, he went on to say, "Don't think I'm sad for them, no, I'm proud of them! I think our fighters are so great and so cute that I can't help but be moved to tears by them.  

  Friend, how did you feel when you heard about this heroic deed? Don't you think our fighters are cute? Aren't you proud that our Motherland has such heroes? 

  Our warriors are so ruthless to the enemy, but so loving to the Korean people, full of deep internationalist enthusiasm. 

  On the north bank of the Han River, I met a young warrior who was only 21 years old this year, named Ma Yuxiang, a native of Qinggang County, Heilongjiang. He had a slightly black and red face, and he was tall, standing there, as simple and cute as a red sorghum plant in the autumn field. However, because he had just come down from the position, he looked slightly tired, and the red silk in his eyes had not yet receded. He turned out to be from an artillery company. One night, he was awakened by a cry, and when he went out, he saw an old North Korean mother sitting on a mountain and crying. It turned out that her house was bombed, she built a shack in the mountains, and the shack was blown up again. When he returned, he immediately went to the company headquarters and asked to be transferred to the infantry company, and just as the infantry company also needed people, he approved him. I said: "Isn't it the same to hit the enemy in the artillery company?" "That's different!" He said, "The closer you get to the enemy, the more you feel that you can fight and the more you feel that you can fight and relieve hatred!"  

  In the days of blocking the enemy on the south bank of the Han River, one day he came down from his position to cook. As soon as they entered the village, several enemy planes attacked, fired a burst of machine guns, and then dropped two large incendiary bombs. Several houses were on fire, and the fire was so strong and so loud that people did not dare to come to them. At this time, he heard the sound of a child crying in the fireworks. He immediately looked through the smoke to see a middle-aged North Korean man lying backwards in the yard, and the crying of a child was still in the house. He walked to the door of the house, the flames at the door of the house were whistling, no one could enter, and the paper on the doors and windows was already burning. The cry of a child came out with the billowing smoke, and it was very real. When he recounted this, he said, "Can I not go in? I can't! I thought, if I can enter this situation in my home country, can I not go in North Korea? Aren't the people of the DPRK the same as the people of our motherland? I kicked open the door and threw myself in. Yikes! The smoke in the gray holes in the room can only hear children crying, and no one can be seen. I couldn't open my eyes, and my face was as hot as a knife. I didn't know if my body was on fire, and I didn't care about it, I just touched it on the ground. First touched an adult, pulled and pulled but did not pull; I touched the adult's back again, and then touched the child's leg, so I grabbed it and picked it up and jumped out the door. When I look at the child, it's a very good child. He was wearing a small gown, with two bare legs, and his calves were kicking around, crying wow. I thought to myself: 'Whether you cry or not, who will feed you if you don't save your family!' At this time, the fire was even bigger, and the furniture and everything in the house were burning. I put him on the ground, and I got through the fire door again and pulled the adult, and she snorted, and I pulled him out, and saw that she was not moving again. Looking closer, I saw that the blood flowing from her face had stained the white clothes on her chest red, and her eyes had been closed. I knew she couldn't do it, so I hurriedly jumped out the door, put out the flames on her body, and picked up this fatherless and motherless child. ...... 

  Friend, how did you feel when you heard about this story? Don't you think our fighters are the loveliest people? 

  Everyone knows that the Korean battlefield is more difficult. But what do the fighters think? Once, I saw a soldier, in a bomb shelter, eating a bite of fried noodles, just a bite of snow. I asked him, "Don't you feel bitter?" He took back the spoonful of snow that was being sent to his mouth, smiled, and said, "How can you not think? Our revolutionary army is not a monster. But here is our glory. He simply put the spoon down and said excitedly, "Let's take eating snow." I eat snow here precisely so that the people of our Motherland do not eat snow. They can sit in a bright room, make a pot of tea, keep a small stove, and cook whatever they want. He pointed to the narrow and damp bomb shelter and said, "Let's squat in the bomb shelter, how suffocating and panicking, seeing that the sun outside cannot be basking and the road cannot be walked." But if I squat in a bomb shelter here, the people of the motherland can not squat in the bomb shelter, and they can walk on the road without hurry. They can ride a bike, walk or talk while walking. As long as we can make the people happy, it is our greatest happiness. So," he put the snow in his mouth again, as if summarizing, "it's nothing for me to bleed here, and what is it to eat this little bitterness!" I asked, "Do you want the motherland?" He laughed: "Who doesn't want to say no, that's a lie, but I don't want to go back." If you go back and the people of the motherland ask, 'How is the task we entrusted to you accomplished?' 'How do I get that right?' What is it when I say, 'North Korea is half red, half black'? I then asked, "You have experienced so many dangers and suffered so much, do you have any demands on the motherland and North Korea?" He thought for a moment before answering, "We don't want anything." But to be honest,—— my words are not necessarily appropriate, we want such a big thing..." He smiled, comparing his fingers to the size of a copper, afraid that I would not understand, "A 'Korean Liberation Medal', we are willing to wear it on our chest and return to our motherland."  

  Friends, without giving many examples, you can already understand what kind of people our warriors are, what qualities they have, and how beautiful and broad their souls are. They are the first-class fighters in history, in the world, first-rate people! They are the excellent flowers of all the great peoples of the world! It is the flower of our proud motherland! We are proud that our homeland has such heroes, and we are proud to be born in this heroic country! 

  Dear friends, when you take the first tram of the morning and run to the factory, when you carry a plough rake to the field, when you drink a cup of soy milk and carry your school bag to school, when you sit at your desk to start the day's work, when you stuff apples into your child's mouth, when you walk with your loved one... Friend, do you realize that you are in happiness? You may be surprised to say, "This is very common!" "But people who come back from North Korea will know that you are living in happiness. Please realize that this is a kind of happiness, because only if you realize this can you better understand the reasons why our fighters are fighting in North Korea. Friend! You love our motherland so much and our great leader Chairman Mao, you will definitely love our fighters deeply,—— they are indeed our loveliest people!


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