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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