"I miss my relatives every festive season", indeed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today is the 29th of the lunar month, and since there is no 30th lunar month this year, tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve.

Today in previous years, Yang Wenbin spent it at home with his parents, eating reunion dinners, worshipping ancestors, setting off firecrackers, and greeting his parents and grandmother is an indispensable procedure.

This year is different, when I came to the army, I was destined to be separated from my parents, and I had to spend the reunion moment alone and lonely, and my heart was a little unbalanced.

Homesickness is inevitable.

When the sun was setting, he remembered that now last year, he had come back from worshipping his ancestors with his father, drinking tea and chatting on the kang, and then sitting down to make dumplings, watching TV and chatting, and having fun.

Keeping the New Year until the early hours of the morning, the routine New Year's ceremony, kowtowing to Abba and Grandma and grandma, after receiving the New Year's money, he covered his head and slept until dawn, and then began the Spring Festival, the New Year's greetings of relatives and friends.

This year's festival was slightly different, and since the morning, they have been planning to call Li Chunhua, but today there are a lot of officers and soldiers who call home to greet them, and there are long queues at the military service club.

Yang Wenbin went three times, and didn't get in line until he went again at six o'clock in the evening.

Since Li Chunhua's family did not have a telephone, Yang Wenbin dialed her neighbor's house.

After the phone rang five or six times, someone finally answered.

Finally hung up the phone, "Hello! Happy Chinese New Year! I'm a classmate of Li Chunhua next door to you, my name is Yang Wenbin, can you please let her answer the phone? Yang Wenbin said cautiously.

After a while, the reply came from the microphone: "Hello! Happy Chinese New Year! ”

Hearing the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, Yang Wenbin was both excited and excited, "Chunhua, Happy New Year!" I wish you good health, progress in your studies, and all the best in the new year! Say hello to your parents on my behalf! ”

After a simple hustle and bustle, Yang Wenbin bowed to her early years, introduced his own situation, and brought New Year's greetings, "I have now finished the intensive training of the Army Academy and have been assigned to the Second Howitzer Company of the Artillery Battalion of the 447th Infantry Regiment. ”

"By the way, how did you do on the exam?" Yang Wenbin asked.

"Oh, how bad the exam is! The graduate school exam failed, and the undergraduate course also hung two subjects. I have to take a make-up exam when I go back to school, alas! Li Chunhua said pessimistically.

Hearing that she was not in a good mood, Yang Wenbin hurriedly diverted the topic, "I have nothing else to do when I call, the main thing is to give you and your whole family a New Year's greeting." ”

Although he had a thousand words in his heart, seeing that there was still a long queue waiting to make a call, Yang Wenbin still made a long story short and ended the conversation.

He hurriedly put down the phone, and he didn't have time to elaborate on what he had in mind, so he had to wait for the phone to be down and talk in detail in the letter.

In my heart, the distance between Yang Wenbin and her has long surpassed the boundaries of brother and sister and good friends, and I aspire to become a lifelong partner.

Thinking about it, in reality, there are time and space barriers between them, can they transcend time and space, and be tied by a thousand miles of marriage?

It is not enough to think here alone, to let her understand my heart and accept his feelings, I need to use my heart to build a bridge between my hearts, breathe together, share fate, until the day of the end of life.

There is a glorious tradition in the team, that is, during the Spring Festival, cadres help soldiers stand guard activities.

During this time, the artillery battalion assumed the task of standing guard at the South Camp Gate.

In the evening, the company's correspondent sent Yang Wenbin a cadre sentry duty list.

On it is lined up from 6 o'clock tonight to 6 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Yang Wenbin glanced at the duty schedule and found that his duty time was between ten and twelve o'clock in the evening. And his next sentry was the battalion commander, from twelve o'clock in the evening to two in the morning.

After dinner, the cooking class distributed flour, pork, and cabbage to each class, and asked each class to mix noodles, chop stuffing, and make dumplings by themselves. In the middle of the night, each shift takes turns to cook dumplings.

Yang Wenbin assigned tasks to the soldiers of the platoon, who will make noodles, who will chop the stuffing, what time to start wrapping, who will wrap, what time to cook dumplings, after the arrangements are made.

Together with other soldiers of the company, in the club, I watched CCTV's Spring Festival Gala.

At 9:50, the cadres who stood guard in the previous shift came to the company to call the whistle.

Yang Wenbin, put on a coat, wore a cotton hat, cotton gloves, tied an armed belt, and held a riot stick in his hand, after asking for tonight's password and contact signal, he went straight to the south gate to take over the post!

In the northeast in winter, it is very cold in the middle of the night.

Although he was wearing a cotton coat and cotton jacket and pants inside, the cold wind blowing through his whole body after a while.

In such a cold season, it is almost impossible to be like the armed police soldiers of the Tiananmen National Flag Squad and not move at all.

Yang Wenbin, on the sentry post, alternately covered his frozen hands. Stomping on his numb legs, he silently sang the song "Fifteenth Moon" in his heart.

"The fifteenth moon shines on my hometown and on the border.

In the quiet night, you miss it too, and I miss it too.

I stand by the baby's bassinet,

You patrol the borders of the Motherland;

I'm working on the farmland in my hometown,

You're on guard duty at the borderlands.

Ah, in the fruit of the harvest there is your sweetness, and there is also my sweetness;

Military medals, there are half of me, and half of yours.

Ahhh

The fifteenth moon shines on the hometown and at the border.

In the quiet night, you miss it too, and I miss it too.

I honor my parents for their hard work;

You dedicated your life to the motherland and did not hesitate to shed blood and sweat.

I have the responsibility of the whole family,

You're defending national security.

Yes! The prosperity of the motherland has your contribution and mine;

The reunion of all families is my wish and yours.

Yes! Yes......

It's your wish too! ”

Who wrote this lyric? It's so life-like.

In the past, when I heard this song in the locality, I only felt that this song expressed the support of the military family for the soldier, the soldier's thoughts for the family, and the longing for the relatives, but I did not experience it personally.

Standing here now, really, empathize.

can't help but hum again, the favorite song "Bloodstained Style" in junior high school:

"Maybe I'm saying goodbye and won't be coming back, do you understand? Do you understand?

Maybe I will fall and will never get up again, do you have to look forward to it forever?

If so, don't mourn, the flag of the republic has our blood-stained demeanor.

Maybe I can't open my eyes again, do you understand my silent feelings?

Maybe I won't wake up from a long sleep, do you believe I turned into a mountain?

If so, don't be sad, the soil of the republic has the love we give.

If so, don't be sad, the flag of the republic has our blood-stained demeanor!

This song, how tragic! This song is written about the state of mind of the soldiers fighting in southern Xinjiang before setting off.

sang the blessings, thoughts, and firm support of the family members for the soldiers! ”

The singer who sang the song at that time was also a local college student officer who enlisted in the army in the eighties, and it was a smash hit in that era and became the object of public worship.

Time passed minute by minute in Yang Wenbin's silent humming.

It was almost 11:55 a.m. Yang Wenbin called the battalion headquarters with the military line phone on the sentry post and reminded the battalion commander that it was almost time to go to the street!

The battalion correspondent said that the battalion headquarters was cooking dumplings, so they were ready to pull them. In addition, the battalion commander's family is also here, and he may not be able to come over immediately to pick up the sentry and let him hold on for a while.

Hearing the answer of the battalion correspondent, Yang Wenbin thought to himself: "Whoever stands is stationed." Anyway, I'm fine. If you can't do it, just stand for another two hours. I was also lucky to stand guard for the second-class meritorious hero. ”

At this time, it was midnight. In the villages outside the camp, firecrackers and fireworks are set off one after another.

It is really rare to see this kind of brilliant scene at the sentry post, and it constitutes a beautiful landscape.

Yang Wenbin thought to himself: "This is the feedback to the sentry!" 's own non-reunion, in exchange for the reunion of ten thousand families. Isn't that true of all soldiers? ”

When he stood on the sentry post, standing bored, he saw the bright light of a flashlight drifting towards the sentry post in the distance.

He asked vigilantly, "Stop! Password? ”

"Chinese New Year! Requirement? ”

"Happy," Yang replied.

The password issued by the headquarters tonight is really in step with the times, echoing today's festive atmosphere.

With the faint light of the street lamp, Yang Wenbin found that it was the head of the regiment who was walking this way?

After coming to the team, Yang Wenbin only met the head of the regiment at a meeting of the cadres of the whole regiment.

He was of medium stature, with a dark face and piercing eyes.

I heard that the regiment commander's name is Han Qiang, and after graduating from the military academy, he was assigned to this unit. He served as a platoon commander, staff officer, company commander, battalion commander, and chief of staff, and became the commander of this armored mechanized regiment at the age of 36.

Of course, his family background is also very good. It is said that his father was the vice president of the Ben Thanh Army Academy.

Thinking of the Binhai Road Military Academy's style of "standing still for an hour, sitting for two hours without falling, and running five kilometers without falling behind", Yang Wenbin can imagine the quality of this regiment commander, which is impressive.

He quickly stepped forward, saluted, and then reported: "Comrade Regiment Commander, the sentry of the second company of howitzers of the artillery battalion of the 447th Infantry Regiment is performing his duties, please instruct!" platoon commander Liang Wenbin".

"Keep up your duties!" The head of the regiment said after returning the salute.

Seeing that there was a second lieutenant platoon commander standing on the sentry post, Regiment Commander Han was very satisfied.

The regiment commander asked: "Your battalion is full of cadres helping soldiers to stand sentry, very good, very good!" What's your name and what kind of major are you studying? ”

Yang Wenbin answered truthfully one by one.

"Oh, local college student cadres! Work hard, and the future is limitless. After a few words of encouragement, Captain Han turned around and left, walking in the direction of the next sentry post.

Around one o'clock, the battalion commander came over in full gear.

"I'm sorry!" The battalion commander said, "Just as I was about to come out to pick up the sentry, the political commissar arrived in the camp to comfort the cadres on duty, and I accompanied them." Now that he's gone, I'm hurrying over to pick up the sentry. ”

"It's okay," Yang Wenbin said, "If you're really busy, there's an hour left, and I'll just stand down." ”

"No, no, you go and rest!" The battalion commander, standing at the sentry post, straightened his waist and replied.

Yang Wenbin didn't say anything more, saluted, turned around and left the sentry post, and returned to the company.