The Rebirth of the Portable Space The Red Age

There is a saying in ancient poems that during the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and passers-by on the road want to die.Although it was already past the Ching Ming season, I don't know if it was because of the mood of the group. When they first came out of the frontier garrison guest house, although the weather was not sunny, it was still cloudless and breezy.

However, as the group of people approached, the sky suddenly became dark and cloudy, weighing heavily on people's hearts.

There was a tiger spirit inherited from their parents on each of the little radish heads. Even though their tired faces were flushed and sweat dripped down drop by drop, the little radish heads still kept their mouths tightly shut and said nothing.Yang Fan, who was a year older, did not forget to hold the little hand of the fat girl Hou Yueyue, for fear that the little girl would hinder them and the boy scouts.

The garrison guest house where Ya'er and the others stayed yesterday usually received mostly relatives and comrades-in-arms who came to visit the tomb to pay respects, and it was not too far from the martyr's cemetery.

The Martyrs Cemetery is the place where the heroic souls of the martyrs watch. It is backed by the green hills and faces the clear water.However, no matter how good the feng shui is, it can't hide the shock and pain when everyone sees the forest of steles from a distance. The forest of steles stands there, heroic and tragic. [

Even the muddy mountain road under the feet seemed to be dyed red by the blood of the martyrs.Here, the heroic souls of the martyrs are stationed, staring at the motherland they love, watching their hometown and relatives.

The entire martyrs cemetery is quiet, and the forest of gray and white steles looks a little desolate but not desolate.

"The comrades-in-arms often come to clean up, so come and accompany them! The nearby villagers will also come to worship during the New Year and festivals, and there are relatives from all over the world. They are not alone here!"

The resolute Zhou Tiezhu's voice was not as bright, choked, and deep as when he was in the guest house.As for Di Yaohui and the others, they silently wiped the tombstones. On the tombstones, strange and vivid names were engraved, entrusting the endless grief and longing of comrades-in-arms and relatives.

With uniform voices, even veterans, Yang Yong and the others still solemnly saluted the army in front of each tombstone.Only a military salute can be worthy of these epic heroes and the heroic souls of the martyrs.

Present a bouquet of flowers, sprinkle a glass of water and wine, and talk to comfort the pain of missing.

Looking at the traces of the tombstone's feng shui sun exposure, looking at the bouquets of flowers that have long since dried up in front of the tombstone, the strange names on the tombstone, and the fresh photos on the paper, the whole cemetery is filled with the long-awaited longings and grief of relatives .

After entering the martyrs' cemetery, Ya'er's only feeling was a sore nose and sore eye sockets, but she couldn't shed a single tear.His throat was dry, but he couldn't say a word.The heart is heavy, repressed and yet vented.

The glory of a soldier is forged by countless heroic souls, and Ya'er is shocked by the tragedy that pervades the sky over the martyrs' cemetery.

It was also the first time for the little radish heads to witness the heroism of their parents.Even if words cannot be used to accurately describe the epic tragedy, the fear of going forward, the remorse of accepting the frontier of the motherland, the hearts of a few little radish heads are still shocked.For the ignorant children, the forest of steles, each with fresh and unfamiliar names, cleanses their young hearts and enlightens them.

A few small radish heads, even if there may be a few blisters on the soles of the feet, but subconsciously, the back is as straight and straight as the father's yyng, and the eyes of Xiao Mengze and Wang Sijiang are frighteningly bright. Their father's heroic soul is with the mountains and rivers.

A few adults silently led a few little radish heads to the two tombstones. As if realizing something, the two little boys recalled over and over again the two names that their aunt specially taught them last night. It was not bad. Keep it in mind over and over again.Small and thin, imitating the uncles just now, he solemnly paid a military salute in front of his father's tomb, presented a bouquet of flowers, sprinkled a glass of water and wine, and lit a stick of joss stick.

"Let Meng Ze and Si Jiang tell their father what's in their hearts!" Ya'er pulled the fat girl tearfully to pull the two little boys who were kneeling in front of the tombstone.

At this moment, looking at the thin and straight backs of the two little children, Di Yaohui and the other big men could only walk away silently.And Ya'er couldn't do anything, and didn't know what to think, so he sat on the ground suddenly, silently reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra that he occasionally recited several times in order to concentrate carefully in his previous life, to comfort the heroic souls of the martyrs.

A child's inner world is simple and pure, but a child's heart can be equally strong.The two little guys didn't know what they muttered in front of their father's tombstone, and the grief on their little faces faded away, replaced by sensibility and perseverance that didn't match their age.

The tombstones of the two heroic fathers were only a few steps away. The two little guys unanimously pulled out the weeds around the tombstones, wiped off the little dust on the tombstones, and brought the mud and hairs on the mountain. Wildflowers are planted on both sides of the tombstone.

After everything was packed, the two little guys could already show a strong smile on their faces, although their voices were still hoarse and choked, "Auntie, Dad told us just now, let us eat well, study hard, and grow up like them Great heroes! They are great heroes, aren't they?"

"Yes, they are all great heroes! Every uncle and uncle here is a hero who is ashamed of the world, a hero who can compete with the sun and the moon, and a hero who will last forever. You must study hard in the future, because your father's heroic soul is guarding the world. Looking at you, defending this great river and mountain yyng like they regret."

Looking at Di Yaohui who was not far away, thinking that he had brushed shoulders with death again and again without knowing it, and the unbearable dull pain in his heart, Ya'er had to admit that he was not as strong as his two children. [

The little radish heads didn't notice Ya'er's momentary absence. Although the small face of a piece of paper was tense, it was glowing faintly. Their father was a hero.

"Auntie, we're going to help Dad sweep the grave!" Hou Yueyue is a cheerful little girl. Although she doesn't know how to comfort her two little brothers, she instinctively knows to change the subject.

"Okay! Let's go to the grave together!" Ya'er supported a few big men not far away who paid homage silently.

The misty haze in the sky gradually dissipated, and there were many tombstones. The heroic souls of the martyrs looked north, staring at their beloved motherland, their closest relatives and the most beautiful hometown.

Through the clouds and smog, the bright summer sun spills golden light, which also brings warmth to the solemn cemetery of martyrs.Ya'er looked at the big men who couldn't hide their grief, and then at the tired little children with flushed faces, "I'll take the children down the mountain first, you stay here to accompany these comrades-in-arms!"

"I'll take you back first!" Di Yaohui was taken aback for a moment, then replied.

"No, I remember the way!" Ya'er hurriedly stopped Di Yaohui, the man's eyes were full of nostalgia and grief, Ya'er was unwilling to rob him of the opportunity to lick his wound and vent the deepest grief in his heart, "How long are you here?" Accompany your comrades-in-arms! I will accompany you every year if I have the opportunity in the future!"

Ya'er gently hugged Di Yaohui, giving him a little warmth with a simple hug.

"Brother Yang, Brother Zhao, Brother Hou, I'll take the children back first!" Ya'er also confessed to the three fathers, don't be too immersed in mourning, it sounds like too much comfort Ya'er didn't say anything in the end.

Ya'er returned to the guest house with a few children, and it was already past lunch time, but the staff of the guest house had already prepared to leave lunch for them.

And when Zhai Yaohui and the others came back, it was late at night and the dew was heavy. The children had already gone to bed. It seems that they can understand the grief hidden deep in the hearts of adults and the inseparable comradeship that melts into the soul.

That night, Ya'er, who was enveloped in so much grief, knew that the person beside her would definitely not be able to sleep through the night again, as if she hadn't woken up from the nightmare yet.

Ya'er can do nothing, in front of the solemn forest of steles and the blood-stained tragic scene, any words, any comfort, are all pale.

The next day, when Ya'er woke up early, as expected, the temperature next to him was already slightly cold.

Ya'er washed up and came out of the room, just in time to bump into several big men running profusely with sweat.Zhou Tiezhu greeted him warmly, "Morning, brother and sister! Today, my brother will take you and a few children to stay in our army for a few days!"

ah?Ya'er looked at the sunshine-like determination and thickness on the faces of several big men, and perhaps there was still a trace of undiminished grief, but there was no haze. Ya'er once again underestimated the strength of men, the strength as thick as a mountain .

However, Ya'er also smiled brightly afterwards, "Okay, thank you, Brother Zhou!" Bury all the grief and longing in my heart, because those epic heroes will always live in people's hearts, and I have to work hard to be worthy. The strength of the soldiers.

Zhou Tiezhu did what he said, and after breakfast, a jeep took Ya'er and the others to the army station.Ya'er took five little radish heads in the jeep, while several big men followed behind with their luggage on their backs.

The five little radish heads all have a strong curiosity about the army. The father is a great hero in every child's mind, and the army, in his father's words, is a melting pot for casting heroes.

During those few days in the army, a few little radish heads got up listening to the sound of the horn, ran with the uniform square team with their small legs, waved their small arms to learn boxing, or lay down or lay down to learn the posture of shooting guns, the blood of the army , the rigor of the troops, even the hardships of the troops, everything seems new and attractive to them.

Di Yaohui and the others are like their father yyng, trying to let Meng Ze and Wang Sijiang know everything about their father.

Several older men took over the children, while Ya'er went to the garrison hospital to help.The small-scale frictions and counterattacks on the frontier continued, and the hospital in the rear was still a little short of manpower.Although Ya'er is a Chinese medicine student, simple bandages and minor operations are not a problem. [

However, compared to these, the anti-mosquito and insect bite pills prepared by Ya'er are more popular among soldiers.Because Ya'er and the others lived in the dormitory vacated by the soldiers, it was a bit messy and there were many mosquitoes. One night, Ya'er was so disturbed that he gave himself and the children a few pills.Di Yaohui has squatted through the cat's ear hole, and also drilled through deep mountains and old forests, so he naturally knows the effect of this pill.In particular, Ya'er shot a unique product, and the little pill has a miraculous effect.

On the third day after Di Yaohui took the pills and the formula from Ya'er, Zhou Tiezhu rushed over excitedly early in the morning, "Sister and sister, you are really helpful! If I knew you have this skill, how much the soldiers would suffer!" Sin! By the way, brother and sister, did you really donate this prescription to us? Can you disclose it to the whole army?"

"Brother Zhou, you are so annoying! I should have thought of this earlier!" Ya'er blamed herself even more, because Di Yaohui never talked about the situation during the mission, and Ya'er never thought of it, the mosquitoes wantonly How did the soldiers in the mountains stay still all day long as soon as they lay down.

Everyone in the mountains knows that the danger of the mountains and forests is not only the shade of the trees, the dense forests, the ferocious beasts, even a small mosquito or flying insect may kill a person.