That Spring Festival, I went to a remote marital outpost…

2022-05-10 0 By

The Spring Festival was drawing near. One afternoon, my colleagues talked about their most unforgettable Spring Festival.The story is similar to that of eating meat in a time of hunger and wearing new clothes in a time of cold.Savoring everyone’s happy memories at the same time, the emotional silk thread can’t help dragging me back to the Spring Festival 25 years ago.In order to beat us these news reporters, the leadership of the political department announced a decision on the eve of New Year’s Eve: propaganda section of the 5 reporters must pack a good backpack, to experience the way of life to grass-roots remote company over the Spring Festival.I obeyed orders and volunteered to spend the New Year at one of the most remote conjugals’ posts.At two o ‘clock on New Year’s Eve, I took a bus to the village where the guard post was located.After turning the car twice and jolting for 3 hours to reach the town, more than 10 kilometers of mountain road can only be walked.Heavy backpack unbearable burden, coupled with dry mouth, hungry, listening to the sound of firecrackers in the distance, a strong homesickness in my heart.Walking up the bumpy dirt road in the mountains, I saw a figure in military uniform in the distance.A closer look, as expected is a whistle commander MAO Yiming.The night mist had already covered the mountains. Guided by the faint light of our flashlights, we walked along the muddy mountain road for more than an hour and finally arrived at the post.The lights of the post were bright, the three rooms were kept clean and tidy, and the couplets on the posts were glowing red.MAO Sister-in-law arms less than one year old children prattle at me to wave both hands, Wolf dog Battelle also wagged tail to welcome me, make me feel a kind of warmth like home.MAO yiming pointed to the firecrackers hanging in the tree said: “please organs to the monitor lit the firecrackers to ring in the New Year.”Took his cigarette butt, I lit the firecracker moment, the sound of firecrackers resounded through the mountains around the post.The smell of bacon and local chicken wafted through the small yard of the guard post.New Year’s Eve dinner began, sister-in-law did a lot of food, she did not say much, a passion to give me food.We eat while chatting, MAO Yiming told me about his experience as a soldier.After joining the army, he spent three years in the establishment company and was named outstanding soldier every year.Later, when the commander of the post retired, he volunteered to join the post.The post is responsible for the communication line guarantee task of the whole army. When the line breaks down, it is often the continuous patrol line maintenance for 40 to 50 hours without rest.The post had only one establishment. Just after returning home to hold a wedding, he received his wife to the army, and her wife became an “extra soldier” without allowance at the post.MAO yiming also told me of the two dangerous experiences he had had since coming to the post.One Year on the eve of the Spring Festival, while on patrol, he found three outlaws stealing electric wires from his troops and came forward to fight with them.The three outlaws were beaten and run, and he himself was wounded.To this end, he not only won the third-class merit, but also stayed in the team to change the sergeant.On another occasion, he was caught in a flash flood on the way to patrol the line. He was washed away for one kilometer, his mouth full of mud and mud, and finally he clung to a tree to escape.He told the story lightly, the history of the post and the care of his comrades.In the cock singing, ushered in the New Year’s day.Just before dawn, the courtyard of the post rang out with the national anthem.Looking at each other through the window, I saw MAO Yiming and the rhythm of the music, seriously raising the national flag.After breakfast, not my repeated requests, MAO Yiming took me to the field patrol.He and I shouldered the wire and set off into the first rays of the New Year.Less than half way through 20 kilometers of mountain roads, I was gasping for air.MAO Yiming took over my outfit and let me go on foot.By mid-afternoon, the steep descent had made my legs tremble and slip. My left foot had hit a rock, gaping a three-inch gash and bleeding profusely.MAO Yiming did not hesitate to take off his camouflage clothes, tore off a sleeve, bandaged me, and helped me back to the post.On the third day of the year, I left the post after a short experience.Far farewell to the two gradually blurred figure, I did not look back, the surging emotions in my heart crush my chest, tears could not help but flow down…This article is an edited version of the “Long March Supplement”, PLA Daily, February 8, 2021.Cover image: Frontier Guardian (digital painting) by Tang Jianping;Published in The “Painting Garden” edition of PLA Daily on February 14, 2021) Published on wechat of PLA Daily broadcast by Hao Chengbo Edit by Xiang Xiaoxin