Time flies, remembering the martyrs, recounting the heroic and good battles of the martyrs, engraved immortal historical monuments, high-pitched and loud charging horns, and the heroic posture of going forward to kill the enemy.

On 10 July 1950, the "Committee for the Movement of the Chinese People Against US Aggression against Taiwan and Korea" was established, and the Movement to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, known to future generations, began.

The War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, also known as the Movement to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea or the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, was part of the Korean War that broke out in the early fifties of the 20 th century, and only refers to the stage when the Chinese People's Volunteers participated in the war, including the mass movement of the Chinese people to support the Korean people in resisting US aggression.

On 15 September, the US 10th Army landed at Incheon on the west coast of the southern part of the Korean Peninsula.

On 30 September, Premier Zhou delivered an important speech warning the United States: "The Chinese people absolutely cannot tolerate foreign aggression, nor can they allow imperialism to wantonly invade their neighbors and turn a blind eye. ”

However, MacArthur believed that China would not dare to send troops to confront the United States, so the United States, in disregard of the Chinese Government's repeated warnings, crossed the 38th parallel on 1 October and occupied Pyongyang on 19 October, in an attempt to quickly occupy the whole of Korea. At the same time, US planes have repeatedly invaded Chinese territory and bombed the Dandong area, and the flames of war are about to reach the Yalu River.

On the evening of 19 October 1950, Commander-in-Chief Peng Dehuai led the 38th, 39th, 40th, and 42nd armies of the Chinese People's Volunteers (the 50th Army and the 66th Army were later transferred), the 1st, 2nd, and 8th Artillery Divisions, as well as an antiaircraft artillery regiment and two engineer regiments, to cross the Yalu River from Andong, Changdian Hekou (now Shanghekou), Ji'an Chinese, and other places.

In October of the same year, the DPRK government requested China to send troops to Korea, and at the request of the DPRK government, China made the decision to "resist US aggression and aid Korea, defend the homeland and defend the country", and the Chinese People's Volunteers, under the leadership of Peng Dehuai as commander-in-chief, crossed the Yalu River and began to rush to the Korean battlefield.

On October 25, the first battle of the Chinese Volunteers in Korea was fought, and my grandfather was 21 years old that year, and perhaps many people are 21 years old today, and many of them are still in college, enjoying the best years of their lives.

Many years later, when Yang Yi recalled that his grandfather drank late at night when he was a child, and told him the story that he didn't understand at that time, Yang Yi understood that the love between his grandfather and grandmother was born in the flames of war, and waiting under the stars was the flower of love that bloomed in the bonds of countless nights.

With the end of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the end of the civil war and the birth of New China, the devastated land of China ushered in new vitality, all things are waiting to be recovered, and the flowers of love are also waiting to be brilliant.

That year, young girls and young boys quietly sowed the seeds of love in this land, but before they could bloom, the flames of war were rekindled in China's Yalu River.

It was early in the morning, and groups of volunteer soldiers slowly assembled at the entrance of the village and sounded the final horn to go out to Korea.

On the bank of the small river, a girl and a boy leaned on each other, as quiet as the gentle sound of flowing water, but the original warm and romantic moment was broken by the loud military horn, and the boy threw his eyes to the slowly assembled team at the entrance of the village from time to time, his breathing seemed a little short, and his face was a little flustered, either because of the assembly number at the entrance of the village, or because of the girl in front of him.

The boy held the girl's hand tightly in his arms, looked at the girl's cheek affectionately and said, "If one day, I really die on the battlefield, you don't have to wait for me, find someone to marry." ”

The boy finally said this sentence before parting, because the boy knew that if he didn't say it at this time, he might not know if he would have the opportunity to say it later.

When the girl heard the boy's words, she buried her head tightly in the boy's spacious arms, and held the boy's hand tightly with one hand, perhaps it was too much, the girl's hand seemed bloodless and pale, or she was afraid that if she let go, she didn't know if she would have another chance to hold the boy's slightly rough hand in the future.

The girl choked and sobbed in the boy's arms, the tears that slipped wet the skirt of the boy's chest, shook her head violently, and the long ponytail was shaken by the girl like a ribbon, swaying in the early morning twilight.

"No, no, I'm going to wait for you to come back, promise me, you must come back alive. The girl raised her head sharply, looked at the boy affectionately, and said to the boy with tears in her eyes, although her eyes were full of tears, they were full of stubbornness.

Tears also flowed from the boy's cheeks, and his big slightly rough hand brushed the girl's cheek, and said softly: "If, I mean if, if I really can't come back, you have to take care of yourself and do what I say, you know?"

It's just that at this moment, the meek girl on weekdays turned a deaf ear to the boy's words, broke free of the boy's hand with both hands, and shook the boy's shoulder fiercely: "Promise me, you promise me, you promise me, you must come back alive, no matter how long it takes, I will wait for you to come back, if you don't come back, I will wait for you here for the rest of my life." ”

After all, the boy never stubbornly resisted the girl's stubbornness, and hugged the girl tightly in his arms, "I promise you, I will definitely come back alive, I will definitely come back alive." The boy said the same thing firmly, or a perfunctory sentence, because life and death are unknown, or a promise, because there is a girl waiting, or a guardian, because there is a big country and a small family.

At the entrance of the village, the loud assembly number seemed more urgent, the boy knew that it was time to go, and the boy kissed the girl's forehead affectionately.

"I should go, you must take care of yourself. ”

After speaking, the boy did not hesitate to walk to the assembly place of the troops, but the crystal teardrops in the early morning were scattered one by one like bright pearls at the bottom of the river, and the boy did not look back at the girl standing on the bank of the river until he reached the entrance of the village.

The boy tried to control himself from crying, because he was afraid that he would not be able to leave with his heart, and he was afraid that he would suddenly change his mind, so he could only suppress the reluctance and ruthlessly hide the wisps of reluctance in his heart.

The girl looked at the boy who didn't look back, crying even more fiercely, tears dripping, crying, affectionate, silent.

"Promise me that you will come back alive. The girl's roar floated on the banks of the creek, in the early morning, and crept into the boy's heart.

Early in the morning, the military horn rises, people leave with the army, on the bank of the small river, the lonely shadow is single, the shadow is proud of the wind and the moon, sending the king to part, just waiting for the king to return with triumph.

My grandfather left, with the Chinese People's Volunteers left, with the defense of the country left, and later my grandfather crossed the Yalu River, crossed the corpses all over the ducks, and even crossed the famous Battle of Shangganling, and together planted the bright five-star red flag on the triumphant song of victory.