The first spring rain has arrived.

The fertile soil we have cultivated is greedily sucking the milk of Mother Nature. People are accustomed to compare spring to a young girl with flowers and branches, but when she travels on the "covered wasteland", she is more like a solemn lady, with lazy and calm steps, with the only color, pale green, and everywhere she goes, she carelessly dyes at will, drawing a green world.

The assistant instructor passed out one day by the river "Wanderer", and she fell ill. She was unconscious for two days in a row. In a coma, she kept muttering two words: "Wheat seeds, wheat seeds...... All the medicines in the medicine box could not reduce her high fever. On the third day, she was a little more sober, and first called her sister to her bunk and asked, "How much food do you have?"

My sister replied, "There's only a little bit left!"

She looked around us kindly, smiled, and said, "Guys, I thank you on behalf of the company. I would like to suggest that the party branch should take credit for everyone and put it in the file. Now, it is enough to leave a few people here, and all the rest will go back to the old company to help the old company move in...... We must be in time before the 'Oninuma' is civilized!" She gently took one of her sister's hands: "You stay, I will be lonely without you." ”

The younger sister said, "Deputy instructor, I'll stay!"

I said, "I'll stay too." ”

The "Moor" looked at the assistant instructor and asked, "If you agree, I will stay too." ”

The assistant instructor nodded silently.

The four of us were left on the "Covered Wasteland".

One day, two days...... Four days passed, and the company did not arrive. With a whole company and hundreds of people, moving here is not a simple operation, and there will be many difficulties. During these four days, the "Oni Swamp" vilely united and demonstrated against us! When I, my sister, and the "Moor" walked out of the tent on the fourth morning, we were all stunned! The "Wanderer" River, which was clearly visible, had gathered so much water out of nowhere, and overnight it had become a wild horse that had escaped from the brisle, and the turbidity was turbulent, swirling, mixed with snow mounds, ice mounds, dead branches and broken trees, and threw a right-angled bend and rushed down, and the river overflowed the riverbed and poured into the marsh, and the "Ghost Swamp" was a vast ocean!

My sister said sadly: "If the company doesn't arrive today, we won't have anything to eat." ”

I and the "Moor" looked at her at the same time, but neither said anything. We're worried about something more serious...... How will the company wade through the "ghost swamp"?

My sister went into the tent again without a sound, and the "Moor" and I followed the tent and saw her sitting by the floor of the assistant instructor, weeping as she watched the unconscious assistant instructor. When we came in, she quickly wiped away her tears and stood up, took a sickle and a small earthen basket, and said, "I'm going to dig wild vegetables." ”

It was almost noon, and my sister's shout suddenly came into the tent from a distance: "Brother, brother, come quickly!"

I jumped up at the same time as the "Moor" and ran out of the tent, but saw my sister like a beagle, chasing a weak roe deer. With a wave of her hand, she threw the sickle and struck the roe deer in the hind leg, and the roe deer fell headlong. She lunged on it, but was caught in the air. The creature struggled and jumped to its feet, and fled into the moor, wounded, with his sister in hot pursuit. The little roe deer stopped at the edge of the moor, seemed to look back at her, leaped into the moor, and limped into the depths of the moor.

"Stop!"

"Little sister!"

"Moorish" and I shouted at my sister.

The younger sister chased to the edge of the moor, and ran back and forth anxiously. She finally stopped, looked at the roe deer that was stuck in its four hooves, hesitated for a moment, and cautiously took a step towards the "ghost swamp".

"Come back! danger!" "The Moor" roared. He and I ran towards my sister at the same time.

My sister glanced back at us and waved her arms as if to say, "Leave me alone!" and she ran into the "Onimarsh".

By the time the Moors and I chased them to the edge of the swamp, she had caught the little roe deer. She wrestled with the creature in the swamp for a few moments, and in the blink of an eye, she suddenly sank deep into her chest! Before I could react to the Moorish man, only one of her small hands was visible in the swamp. The little hand only had time to grab it in the air a few times, and suddenly disappeared from front of it!

"Brother, don't come here!" the last words she left in the world rang my eardrums!

"Little sister......" I let out a terrible cry and rushed towards the swamp in desperation.

The two powerful arms of the "Moor" hugged me tightly from behind. I struggled a few times, my eyes went black, and I passed out in his arms.

When I woke up, I was already lying in the tent. My sister's little hand appeared in front of my eyes repeatedly, like an overprint shot from a movie. My mother's dying words rang in my ears again, and tears flowed down my face. I stood up and saw the tall body of the "Moor" standing motionless outside the tent. The pale moonlight shone on the earth, setting off his figure very clearly. On the "Oninuma" side, there was a creepy and strange bird call, maybe the "soul bird" took away my sister's soul? Although I am not superstitious, this superstitious thought flashed through my mind. I stared at the figure of the "Moorish," and suddenly I felt a strong hatred for him! If he hadn't hugged me, I believe I would have been able to save my sister!

I stood up and walked out of the tent step by step. The "Moor" heard my footsteps and turned slowly. His eyes widened in shock, and perhaps he saw my furious and frantic face, and instinctively took a step back.

I raised my fist at him.

"You ......," he took a step back in dismay.

"I hate you!" I said through gritted teeth.

His gaze was fixed on my face, and he said in a low voice, "If it's because of your sister, then I have the right to defend myself." Do you think I have a devil's heart? Do you think I will not be saddened by the death of your sister? If my life could be exchanged for her at that time, I would be the one who would lie at the bottom of the swamp! If you are ...... because of her" He glanced into the tent: "Then you can do it! As long as I live, as long as she has not declared her to be your wife, I have the right to love her, and to pursue her!"

His words made my hands tremble. As if mourning for my little sister, I hung my head. In the quiet of the night, the wasteland seemed even more silent, and even the strange call of the "soul bird" could not be heard.

The Moors stared at me for a moment, then slowly turned their back to me, walking into the dark depths of the wasteland, disappearing into the jaws of the night.

"What are you all talking about?"

I turned my head and saw the assistant instructor standing at the entrance of the tent. Within four days she was so sick and weak that if she let go of the hands that were holding the tent curtains, she would have collapsed limply. It took me a long time to squeeze out a word from between my lips: "Wolf ......"

"Wolf?" she looked at me suspiciously for a long time, and asked, "You must have something to hide from me!" What about the Moors?, where are your sisters, and tell me what happened?!"

"My sister...... She...... She...... She's dead in the 'Oni Swamp!'" I covered my face with my hands, unable to restrain my great grief, and lost my voice.

The assistant instructor seemed to have been struck with a hammer, and there was a short "ah", and he passed out at the entrance of the tent.

In the middle of the night, the "Moor" has not returned, where has he gone? Will he hate me after I have treated him irrationally? Will he come back to live with me in the same tent? Will he suffer any misfortune? If he does suffer any misfortune, it will be me who killed him......

I was repentant, I was very restless, and I felt the length of the night. I watched over the unconscious assistant instructor and experienced for the first time what a terrible situation loneliness can be in this vast wasteland. I didn't close my eyes all night.

At dawn, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near. I ran out of the tent, and the "Moorish" had already jumped off his horse outside the tent.

"Horse, where did the horse come from?...... "I forgot all the unpleasant things that had happened between us, and spoke to him cordially.

"A few days ago, I found a branch cut by a hunting knife in the woods, and I concluded that there might be Oroqen hunters nearby," he said. I found them last night and borrowed the horse from them. How's the assistant instructor?"

"Still unconscious. ”

"The Oroqen hunters said they might have contracted hemorrhagic fever. ”

"Hemorrhagic fever?!"

My heart suddenly cooled. I've heard of this disease that takes a person's life, like an autumn wind blowing off a leaf.

"The Moor" said, "Get on this horse at once, and escort the deputy instructor along our path! you will surely meet our company, and the deputy commander will be saved!"

"No, you escort her, I'll stay here!" "I'm too heavy to crush the horse halfway." It is tired enough to run! From this fifty miles to the west, you can bypass the 'ghost swamp,' and you can go west along the swamp!" The "Moor" tied the unconscious assistant instructor to my back with a baggage rope and helped me to the saddle. "Bring the gun. He handed me the rifle. "You stay!" "You bring it, just in case." He hung his rifle in the saddle, pulled the reins of the horse and turned the horse's head, looked at me with trust, and punched the horse in the buttocks. The horse neighed, spread its hooves, and galloped westward. Although the west is less than the east, it is less than 30 miles, but it has to pass through a "tower head" Dianzi.

Fortunately, the horse was a purebred Oroqen hunting horse, and it also walked like a fly in the "Tatou" field. This horse is small in stature, unsightly, but hard-working, a hunter's friend, and a camel in the wilderness.

Bypassing the "Oni Swamp", he still kept kicking the horse's belly all the way. The horse seemed to understand my feelings, and his speed was not slow. After galloping for about thirty miles, my cotton trousers were soaked with sweat from the horse. Suddenly it snorted, its legs trembled, its hooves swayed, and it seemed to want to run with all its might, but its front hooves fell to its knees. No sooner had I lifted my legs from the saddle and stood firm on the ground than it lay on its side, stretching its neck—it was completely exhausted! The horse's belly rose and fell, its nostrils spewed hot, and its mouth foamed at the foam. This spiritual animal, when it falls, will never hold down the rider's legs, and its glass-eyed eyes look at me apologetically and sadly.

"Put me down, let me go! What is this place? Why are we here? Where are you going to carry me?" the assistant instructor woke up from her coma, and she struggled with her bound body on my back. I untied the rope and gently placed her on the ground, letting her head and shoulders rest against my chest. I whispered to her, "Deputy instructor, I'm going to escort you to the company, you're very sick!" and she muttered, "I'm going to die, am I?"

I replied to her in a loud voice, "No, you won't die!"

She smiled laboriously, "I'm not afraid of death, really." Have you forgotten that in our oath of roots, there are not these two sentences, why do you need to bury your bones, and the wasteland is your home everywhere. Unfortunately, I will be able to go home and visit my parents in a few months, and I miss them! I have written to them assuring us that we will ...... after the autumn harvest in the 'Covered Wasteland'"

I whimpered, tears falling down her face.

"Don't cry," she gently took one of my hands, "If I do die, bury me next to the 'ghost swamp', and I will be with your sister." She's a good girl and I like her. I only had one request, and on my tablet, in front of my name, the word "reclaimer" was inscribed......" A large tear slowly flowed from the corner of her eye.

I hugged her tightly and cried loudly.

"Look, what is that? like the fruit of forgetfulness written in the book! You can fold one for me, okay?" Her big beautiful eyes suddenly shiled, staring at something nearby.

I followed her gaze and found a cluster of purple and red Dazi fragrant flowers that had not yet opened. I leaned her against the saddle and stood up to fold the clump of dazixiang. By the time I folded a bouquet of flowers and returned to her, she had closed her eyes.

She and the Oroqen hunting horse stopped breathing at the same time!

The earth swirled beneath my feet, and the blue sky turned black.

I wiped away my tears, pinned the bouquet of Dazixiang in the button of her coat, knelt down, and kissed her lips for a long time, which were fading away from blood. I believe that if she had a spirit, she would not blame me.

I picked her up again and continued on my way.

At this time, on the horizon, I saw the ribbon-like shadow of our relocated company......

The whole company observed a long and long silence for the deputy instructor.

Tears of sincerity were shed from everyone.

As our entire company of wagons, plows, tractors, and regimental trucks supporting our relocation marched to the "Oni Swamp," the twilight began to weave a curtain over the wasteland. A cotton hat was found, hung on a stilted stake that served as a tombstone, and a stone was pressed. I first walked over and removed the hat and recognized it as the "Moorish" dogskin hat. In the hood was a piece of paper with the following lines written: "I made a path through the 'Onimarsh', marked by branches, and from there to the east, a mile away, ......"

That night, we parked the vehicle that might have sunk in place, and the whole company waded through the "oninuma" safely. But we don't find the "Moors" everywhere.

At dawn the next day, by the river of the "Wanderer", the bloodstained clothes of the "Moorish" were found, a large axe, and three dead wolves...... Everything around us silently testifies to what a terrible man-beast struggle took place here, and we can imagine how the strong and brave "Moors" fought their last strength before they fell......

In the days of sorrow, we began to sow seeds on the "covered wasteland".

In accordance with the will of the deputy instructor, we buried her next to the "Oninuma". We brought back a large bluestone from Hump Mountain, a hundred miles away, and the old stonemasons of the company chiseled it into a stone tablet, which was inscribed: The reclamation Li Xiaoyan and her comrades-in-arms Wang Zhigang and Liang Shanshan are buried here.

We cut down thousands of righteous pine trees from the Hump Mountain. Following the markings made by the "Moors", a path of reclaimers was paved on the "Onimarsh". The following year, several more companies were set up on the "Covered Wasteland".

"Oninuma", it has finally been conquered!

When I took the victory of the reclaimers and walked silently to the tomb of the "reclaimers" at dusk to pay my respects, a strange young man was also there. I found a bouquet of Dazi fragrant flowers on the tombstone, which was my sister's favorite flower when she was alive.

I immediately understood that he was the one my sister loved and loved during her lifetime!

The look on his face convinced me that he would never leave the "Covered Wasteland"!

We glanced at him, and then he turned around and walked away.

I didn't stop him, I didn't ask his name, I didn't even think to ask him what city he was from......

He's one of our generation, and that's enough.

We have experienced the "big smoke bubble" of the Great Northern Wilderness, and experienced the incomparable hardships and joys of reclaiming this magical land. From now on, no matter whether we leave or stay, no hardship or hardship will cause fear in our hearts, and no one will make us submit......

Oh, the Great Northern Wilderness!