0254 [You live in our hearts, we live in your cause]

Cigarettes one after another, and I can't finish talking about it for three days and three nights.

Facing every tombstone, Wang Liang's mind can always come up with what they looked like when they were young.

One by one they were wearing green military uniforms, delicate and majestic.

But they sacrificed less than half of their life journey, and Wang Liang felt sorry for them.

"This prosperous world is as you wish, but you should get up and take a look."

Wang Liang took a sharp puff of cigarette and said: "I know, I know that in this tomb, only your body, your spirit, and your soul are still alive in the hearts of the people, and they will always be alive!" He lives in the southern part of the motherland, in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people, and on the 9.6 million square kilometers of the motherland. You, with the sun and the moon, coexist with the mountains and rivers! ”

In this way, Wang Liang, Sun Weimin, Zhou Tian and Ma Xiaogang, unconsciously, they were in Malipo, in the martyrs' cemetery, and accompanied the brothers all night.

The outside world is very exciting, with high-rise buildings, bright lights, and drunken fans.

But as a veteran, thinking about the brothers still lying here, I feel an indescribable discomfort in my heart.

At dawn, when the sun was rising, the light shone on the earth, the dense fog in the mountains began to disperse, and bursts of birdsong came from the woods next to the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery.

It's twittering, tactful and bleak.

Wang Liang proposed: "I suggest that the actors, staff, and everyone of our crew come here to take a look, go around, and feel this atmosphere."

Wang Liang felt that only when he arrived at Malipo and the martyrs' cemetery, looking at the cold tombstones and the childish faces, could he truly experience that complex emotion.

Chen Guangyue, a native of Luliang County, Yunnan Province, platoon commander of the 35001 Headquarters of the People's Liberation Army, a member of the Communist Party of China, enlisted in the army in 1980, died on September 30, 1984, and was awarded a third-class meritorious service.

Li Ronggui, a native of Yongsheng County, Yunnan Province, a soldier of the 59th Detachment of Unit 35215 of the People's Liberation Army, a member of the Communist Youth League, enlisted in the army in January 1981, died on May 21, 1981, and was awarded a third-class meritorious service.

Lu Xianghua, a native of Songtao County, Guizhou Province, deputy squad leader of Unit 35208 of the People's Liberation Army, member of the Communist Youth League, enlisted in January 1982, died on April 28, 1984, and was awarded a third-class meritorious service.

Sun Enguang, a native of Qihe County, Lu Province, is the company commander of the 35207 detachment of the 40th unit of the People's Liberation Army. Member of the Communist Party of China, enlisted in the army in January 1973, died on April 28, 1984, and was awarded a third-class meritorious service.

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Nine hundred and thirty-seven tombstones, nine hundred and thirty-seven martyrs, and nine hundred and thirty-seven simple and true stories.

Wang Liang feels that only when the crew understands these can they create a classic and perfect film.

A work that is comparable to or surpasses "Bloodstained Sky".

"Old chief, I happen to have this kind of thought, I should come and see, I must come and see. Modern people live too comfortably, and there is something missing. You can find it from here and pick it up. Ma Xiaogang agreed.

"Standing here, I can see my brothers, Fu Yuehua, Zhao Changjing, Duan Guogui, Hou Yurong, Geng Guangai, Feng Chaozhu, Li Jiali, Mao Shaoping, Yang Jianxun, Shen Jianyi...... Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen years old, a good year, the music of life has just begun to play, and before it has entered the climax, it is over and falls. ”

Sun Weimin had already burst into tears, not hypocrisy, when he stepped on this hot land, he, the old platoon commander, couldn't help it.

How could it be endured?

In this sad land, the damned birds are chirping in the woods, and the sound is heartbreaking, so sparse and sparse that it makes people want to cry, cry to death, cry him in the dark.

Wang Liang patted Sun Weimin's shoulder, he could understand, he could understand.

It's not a veteran of the Vietnam War, so he can't get out of this bear.

For various reasons, I can only come once or twice a year, cry, and cry if I have any grievances.

No one will laugh at us, because we are veterans, veterans who can't be killed.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the sun had risen high, and the old people walked into the martyrs' cemetery.

Dressed in a Type 65 military uniform, there is no rank identification.

Four pockets are veteran cadres, and two pockets are veterans.

The cockade is a five-pointed star, and the collar badge is two red flags.

They are all veterans who live in the local area, and now they have nothing to do, and the bus is so convenient, they basically come here every day.

Bring tea and tobacco leaves, sit next to the tombstones of the old guys and brothers, and have a few words.

The old man likes to nag when he is old, and he talks about the past.

The children didn't want to listen, and the wife was tired of listening, so they simply chatted with their old comrades-in-arms to save them from being lonely.

The sun shines on the monument to the revolutionary martyrs, which is about fifteen meters high.

The eight gilded characters inscribed by the chairman before his death [The People's Heroes Are Immortal] are so dazzling.

On the back is Marshal Zhu's inscription "You live in our hearts, we live in your cause", the same gilded characters, a whole twenty.

On the left and right sides of the tower, a monument carved in marble is erected.

The inscription is the heroic deeds of the martyrs.

The monument is built on the lower side of the archway, the eaves fly the corner, the dragon is carved and the phoenix is painted, and a pair of stone lions are standing.

Young people may feel disdainful, but they, the veterans who have come through the smoke of war, cherish this honor very much.

That weight is not something that young people can experience today.

Touching the scene, Sun Weimin couldn't help but say, "I used to come over during the Qingming Festival, and on that day, there were overwhelming wreaths, crowds of people, and earth-shattering cries. Tears wet clothes, wet tombstones, wet cemeteries, and converge into rivers and seas. Grief that is hard to hide, a fresh life......"

What kind of taste is it?

The bullets swept mercilessly, and he watched as his comrade was punched a fist-sized hole in his chest.

The cannonballs were even more cold-blooded and cruel, and a body that had completed a living life was deprived of it.

Broken arms fly.

It's impossible to forget that scene for the rest of your life.

This is also the reason why Sun Weimin, the old platoon commander, who once charged at the forefront of the grassroots officers, is uncomfortable.

During the Qingming Festival, there were tears, and the garden was full of mourning and crying.

borrowed the tombstone as a relative, and smoked money all over the monument.

Just as Wang Liang and his entourage were about to leave, a middle-aged man wearing 07 camouflage hurriedly ran over, "Hello chief!" ”

"Zipei?"

"It's me, chief, do you remember me?" Hearing Wang Liang shout out his name, Zhang Zipei was very excited.

"Remember, how can you not remember? In 1995, when I was discharged from the army and resettled, I put the party and government organs and public institutions, and you didn't go to so many well-paid posts, so I wrote an application to work in the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery. I thought you were hot-headed, but who would have thought that you would have been doing it for twenty-three years, how could I not remember. ”