Xinhua News Agency, Wuhan, May 25th. Title: Reporter’s Notes: There is a kind of belief that makes us unable to help crying
Xinhua News Agency reporter Tan Yuanbin
When he was young, Zhang Fuqing suffered hardships. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he went to the landlord’s house to work as a long-term worker. Later, the only Cinema‘s second brother in the family was arrested by the Kuomintang. In order to make a living, he exchanged his second brother with himself. Because he was thin, he was assigned to do chores such as cleaning, washing, cooking, and feeding horses. He was bullied and was beaten if he was not careful. He was miserable. After the Kuomintang troops were wiped out, between leading three oceans home and joining the revolutionary squad, he chose the descendant Babaylan and became a member of the Northwest Field Army. Since then, the thin Zhang Fuqing burst out with amazing energy. In the battles of Hutishan, Dongma Village, Yongfeng City, etc., he served as the commando who cleared the way for the large army. He successively blew up four enemy blockbusters and made great achievements.
A combat hero like this, after retiring, buried his past achievements in his heart. During the long years, he had never talked about these military achievements except for truthfully reporting his personal relationship to the organization. The hero takes off his halo and returns to the ordinary. He will swallow his own hardships and bear them. No matter how hard or difficult it is, he will never lie on the credit book.
If the state-run veteran information registration discovered the old man’s deeds, all this might be forever hidden and will not be known to the outside world. What a lofty realm a hero is speechless; what a great regret it is to be a hero is nameless. At the end of last year, his children finally learned that his father was a combat hero. At this time, his eldest son Zhang Jianguo had retired. What a long time!
When we followed Zhang Fuqing’s youngest son Zhang Jianquan to the old man’s home where the old man had lived for more than 30 years, the dim lights, mottled walls, faded furniture… all silently tell the old man’s life story.
Sitting silently in the old man’s house, we saw a row of green plants on the balcony that were ready to go like soldiers, books with many marks on the desk and notes with dark and slightly messy handwriting, and old enamel pots that had been used for decades in the corner.ema.
A shoe rack with wheels in the bedroom is the support for the elderly to walk behind the left leg of the leg. In 2012, the old man was infected with his left leg and was forced to amputate his limbs when he was 88 years old. We cannot imagine how strong the elderly should be able to force themselves to stand up again when they are in their 80s. Zhang Fuqing’s wife, Sun Yulan, said that he fell many times while practicing standing with the wall and left blood marks on the wall and the ground with his remaining limbs rubbed.
Laifeng County, Enshi Tujia and Miao Autonomous Prefecture, is the most remote county in Hubei Province. In 1955, when he retired and transferred, the organization told Zhang Fuqing, who had been promoted to a company-level cadre, that the Enshi area was in difficult conditions and urgently needed cadre support. The mountains and rivers were far away, and he knew very well that this time he would never be able to return to the big city. Although he was thinking about the army and wanted to get closer to home, he still obeyed the organization’s arrangements and brought his lover to Enshi. After arriving at Cinema Enshi, he responded to the organization’s call and rushed to Laifeng County. From then on, the two of them took root in a foreign mountainous area, and lived a lifetime. From the Grain Bureau to Sanhu District, Babaylan, Maodong Commune, and then to the Foreign Trade Bureau, and the construction of Babaylan Bank, in every position, Zhang Fuqing worked diligently and was willing to be a screw.
What kind of hero is this! As deputy district mayor, he let Komiks’s lover be removed from his post; he was the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee,He handed down his eldest son to the forest farm.
He never seeks personal gain for himself and his family, and none of his children works in the unit where he once worked.
He is hard and simple and has no desire for life. The house and neighbors have been renovated, but his house is still the same as 30 years ago. The clothes and cuffs were rotten, and he was still wearing them. The new clothes he bought were folded neatly in the box. He can fully reimburse his eye surgery but choose the cheapest crystal.
He said: “I can no longer contribute to the country at work. I can save a little bit for the country.”
He is such a person, always pretending to be an organization and a country, but he has almost no one.
On a quiet afternoon, we began face-to-face communication with the elderly. The dialogue begins in a solemn atmosphere – “Why are you so brave when you fight, aren’t you afraid of death?” “As a Communist Party member and a revolutionary soldier, I swore to the party and the people when I joined the party, and I can sacrifice everything. I have always done what I swear to join the party, and have a strong belief in the Communist Party… So my mind is full of trying to eliminate the enemy and complete the task, without any other href=”https://funnybookish.com/”>Cinema‘s idea, so I’m not afraid of death…”
“After the amputation at the age of 88, why did you stand up again when others thought you couldn’t stand up?”
“I can’t work anymore. I can’t add any trouble to the country, nor can I add a lot of burden to the family. I want them to work hard and do more for the party…”
“For 64 years, you have not told your contributions to the unit, and you don’t even know how to do it. href=”https://funnybookish.com/”>Babaylan told the family that the children just knew, why is this? ”
“When I think of how many (many) of the soldiers who fought side by side with me are gone. Compared to them, what qualifications do I have to take out my meritorious service certificate and present myself?! What credit do I have?! What credit does I have to compare to them…”
When I talked about CinemaAt this point, the old man choked up and couldn’t speak, and tears filled his eyes. His wife took out a tissue to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. He remembered those dead comrades! At this time, the reporter couldn’t help crying.