0148 Anyone who has been a soldier knows it

The barren days that can be seen at a glance are too difficult, and thinking that it will not be long before there will be green trees accompanying them to stand guard and guard together, and the simple and kind border guards are happy.

But the reality is brutal.

The outpost is mostly covered with gravel, and the soil below is very alkaline, and there is no water nearby, so it is difficult for the saplings to survive in such an environment.

Thinking of this, the hearts of the soldiers who had been cheering couldn't help but become heavy again.

I got it, but I lost it in the next second, which is a very bad feeling.

Here, in seclusion.

The appearance of the sapling gave hope to the warriors, who felt that the boring days would add a little color.

But......

Faced with such a cruel reality, the fighters were not discouraged.

Because they are PLA fighters, indomitable PLA fighters.

Whenever the task of guarding the post was completed, the soldiers would take turns to dig up the fertile black soil more than ten kilometers away, and then carry them back to the post.

And so on until there were enough of the ten saplings to be planted.

On the day of planting the trees, the officers and men rushed to dig pits, then planted black soil and watered the trees, and the small poplars were happily lined up in front of and behind the houses of the outpost.

In order to make the ten small saplings grow as quickly as possible, the fighters changed the water that used to go to the Burgan River, five kilometers away, once a week.

Instead, carry the water once a day.

Doesn't sound like much, but who knows.

Whether it's the cold of winter or the middle of summer, it never stops.

At the same time, the soldiers also changed their living habits, not rubbing soap when washing their faces every day, and washing clothes without washing powder.

In this way, the used water can be saved and used to water the aspen.

Even so, two months later, nine of the aspen trees died one after another because they could not tolerate the drought and heat and the sandstorms.

There is only one left.

Only the small poplar sapling closest to the outpost is still fighting stubbornly against the harsh natural environment.

The flag does not fall, and the battle does not stop.

The kind-hearted warriors were saddened by this, their training was boring, and their meals were tasteless.

In the hearts of the soldiers, those ten little poplar saplings have long become their closest comrades-in-arms.

They have life and warmth, and nine of them died on the border of the republic, and like Sun Longzhen, they are also martyrs.

Martyrs of the Republic!

Finally, under the careful care of the warriors, the only remaining little poplar grew strong day by day.

The small outpost was decorated with small poplar trees with lush foliage, and the officers and men lived a more fulfilling and happier life in the company of the small poplar trees that rustled from time to time.

Wang Liang: "This is a true story that happened at the Tasti border post in 1983. ”

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"Thank you, old chief! Let me know the martyr Sun Longzhen and the story of Little Poplar. ”

"Anyone who has been a soldier knows it!"

"Our group!! The 6th Frontier Regiment of Tacheng District, Xinjiang Province, 204th Tasti Frontier Company!! ”

"I enlisted in the army in '79 and was in the 80s, and the army was in Yecheng, Xinjiang Province. After three months of recruit training, we dug a tree ditch and planted poplar trees on the Gobi Desert next to the barracks. ”

"I used to be a soldier guarding the snowy frontier in Northeast China, and four years ago, when I was working in Xinjiang Province with the aid of Jiangsu Province, I made a special trip to this place and left a deep impression. At that time, we set out from Alashankou to Hejiaoke outpost, entered the national defense road on the left, and went all the way along the barbed wire fence of the Sino-Kazakh border to the Xiaobaiyang outpost, with a kind of sadness in the desolation. ”

"I was very moved, I originally thought that "Little Poplar" was just a song, but I never expected that there would be so many stories in it. Martyr Sun Longzhen, the officers and soldiers of the border post, and those who have struggled and sacrificed for the cause of the frontier of the Republic, I would like to express my highest respect to you! ”

After listening to Wang Liang's narration, netizens were full of emotion.

The name Sun Longzhen, Wang Liang did not mention it, and few people knew it.

Little Poplar Outpost, someone has heard of it, but only about it.

"A small poplar, growing next to the outpost, with deep roots and strong leaves, guards the frontier. The little aspen of the year has taken deep roots, and the people's soldiers will always take root in the frontier. Recalling the past, I am proud and ambitious, and now the motherland is strong and the people are healthy! Wang Liang's emotions rose, and the sharing of memories was also a wonderful time.

Wang Liang continued: "Later, Comrade Liang Shangquan of the creative group of the General Political Song and Dance Troupe went to the Tasti outpost to collect style, and was moved by the deeds of Little Poplar and composed the song "Little Poplar". At the Spring Festival Gala that year, military singer Yan Weiwen sang "Little Poplar". Overnight, the song made the border post widely known, and the little aspen became a symbol of the border soldiers. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Liang remembered another anecdote and made the following additions.

In 1983, the poet Liang Shangquan went to Beijing to attend the National People's Congress.

After the meeting was dismissed, he returned to Wuhan City with the special car of the Hubei Provincial delegation.

In Liang Shangquan's sleeper car, there is also a leader of the People's Liberation Army, with a gold star on his shoulder, and he is a general.

At first, the two were not familiar with each other, and Liang Shangquan also seemed very reserved, until the chief asked Liang Shangquan what he did, which broke the silence in the carriage.

Liang Shangquan: "Report chief, I'm engaged in writing. ”

"Oh? So what have you written? The chief raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became interested.

Rong Ma has loved literature all his life.

Faced with the old chief's inquiry, Liang Shangquan was flattered and hurriedly replied: ""The Noisy Plateau", "The Land of Flowers", "The Clouds of Yunnan", "Sent in the Shushui of Bashan", "Red Cloud Cliff", these are several poetry collections that I have published, as well as the film and television scripts "The Magical Emerald", "The Charming Guanyin" and "The Panda Walks with Me". ”

"Yes." Although none of these poetry collections or TV series had been read or watched by the old chief, out of respect for the art workers, the old man still nodded.

Liang Shangquan is not a person without eyesight, and he can't help but be a little embarrassed when he knows what's going on.

Until the music started in the carriage.

The announcer announced in a high-pitched voice: "Please enjoy ~ the song "Little Poplar" below. ”、

Liang Shangquan said casually to the chief: "I also wrote this song." ”

The chief, who had already taken off his military hat and was unbuttoning his military uniform, looked a little solemn after listening to Liang Shangquan's words.

Immediately, the chief re-fastened the buttons of his military uniform, put on his military cap, stood upright in the carriage, and saluted Liang Shangquan with a military salute, saying, "Thank you for writing a good song for our soldiers!"