How Steel is Made" is the masterpiece of the former Soviet writer Nikolai Ostrovsky Paul Kochakin, who mentioned that the most precious thing for people is life. Life is only once for man. A man's life should be spent in such a way that, when he recalls the past, he will not regret that he wasted his time, nor will he be ashamed of his inaction, but at the end of his life he will be able to say: "My whole life and all my energies have been devoted to the most magnificent cause in the world—the struggle for the emancipation of mankind." ”

Even today, every Chinese, even a poor person, will cherish their own lives, have to undergo the tempering of life, and have to withstand the test of ** and anti-**, which is also the foundation of being a person. People are all working hard in different environments, writing different but most precious chapters in their lives, and this is also the most magnificent cause dedicated to the world -- the struggle for the liberation of mankind. Human life is precious, and in a person's life, no matter how high or low his position is, even the top leader of the country, he must also withstand the test of objective practice and hardships, and at any time, he will also endure the interrelated struggle between ** and **.

In that special period of the era of movement, it was also a class struggle between ** and anti**. As a true and false educated youth, how precious is the marriage and love that fell from the sky, and it is really difficult for Dapeng to fall in love under the suppression of political speech, only how to deal with the fate in the middle of the night? It is only by being honest with the reality and telling her her her family history and the real situation is the only choice.

Dapeng gets up at 5 a.m. as every day, washes up and goes to the canteen to eat. Then I went to the warehouse of the machine camp and pulled the "big feet" of the ox out of the shed that had already eaten and drunk. When he was about to prepare to set the car, the three bosses of Lao Chitou, Cai Baozhi, and Yuan Mengli and the workers who followed the car came, and they each set their own cars, brought good tools and dry food, and Lao Chitou shouted at the livestock to open the road in front. A group of three cars, six people, and 12 cows went along the fair road of the regiment headquarters, bypassing the Cultural Palace, the office building, the airport, the three camps, and Nanquanzi, and rushed to the deep mountains and old forests. Their daily task is to cut down trees, load trucks, and then pull the firewood back from the mountains and deliver it to their families, so as to solve the firewood problems of more than 110 households in the regiment headquarters.

"What are you thinking?" Cai Baozhi asked, turning his head around the cow.

"Didn't think about anything!. Dapeng replied unintentionally. The mood seems to be a ghost being asked a little hairy.

Cai Baozhi is Sheng Yaqin's uncle. He is a native of Xiuyuan, Liaoning, and is already in his fifties, with thin cheeks full of wrinkles, a short figure of less than one meter and six meters tall, and a simple and honest worker in plain clothes. When he was young, he joined the Kuomintang army, because he was captured by the communist army and then joined the **, in 1955 he was characterized as a counter-revolutionary, sentenced to 5 years in prison to come to the Great Northern Wilderness to reform, and became a worker after completing his sentence. After the introduction of Li Dabao, Cai Baozhi had a complete home. After many years of hard work, his thin figure in his 50s was already a little hunched, his face was full of wrinkles, his hands were thick calluses, and his left forearm was bent and his little fingers hooked by the shell. often shakes the stump arm with the sound of dry coughing, and a pair of small eyes cooperate with the squeezing and blinking, dry cough, arm throwing, and blinking have become his involuntary coordination trio.

Dapeng admires him for being able to shoulder the burden of the family and endure hardships to govern the family, especially the grace of nurturing is greater than the sky, should he tell him about the incident with Yaqin last night? Don't say it! It seems that he has stolen his kindness and is a little sorry to say it! He is afraid of hurting Yaqin's self-esteem, and the feelings of his first love are mixed with guilt, and he can only silently avoid the contradictions. Fortunately, the day's work was successfully completed.

When night fell, Dapeng came to the kindergarten with the piano again, and before his feet could stand firmly, Yaqin ran over from the little elm tree, and the two couldn't wait to hug each other. "I miss you, it seems like a year is too long, and it would be nice if we never parted like now. Yaqin muttered, full of happiness.

"Today I told your uncle about us. Dapeng said humorously after calming down.

"And what did he say?"

"Don't agree that I'm with you. ”

"He dare, he doesn't care about my business!" Yaqin let go of the hugging hand, took a step back and said angrily.

"I didn't tell your uncle, I was joking with you, apologize to you, okay? I'm nine years older than you....... ”

"Then he is ten years older than my mother, Yaqi and I both have jobs to earn money, who will support whom." ”

"What about before you have a job? So we have to tell the old man that the grace of nurturing cannot be forgotten, and I ruined my life because of ingratitude, and if I don't tell you this, we can't talk about it. ”

Yaqin agreed, and they sat down on the rocker again, and Dapeng earnestly talked about the painful past that had passed.

"After the death of the father, the mother was grief-stricken, and the eight-year relationship between husband and wife was suddenly gone, and the two children were gone, and only three relatives were lost in a few days. In the dead of night, it was even more painful, and she seemed to see her father's dead eyes again, which was a ...... of nostalgia for her mother. The mother fell asleep in pain, and in the dream the father entrusted: "Wenxiu, I'm sorry, the two children depend on you, you must raise them as adults, and you must help them go to college, everything depends on you." For the sake of our children, you should go again, this is also my last desire for you. If conditions permit, it would be best if you could take our children to Shijiazhuang to visit my mother, sister and brother, or to Linfen, Shanxi Province to visit relatives in my hometown, please ....... "My mother woke up in a dream, remembering her father's entrustment, she never cried anymore, she was resolute and strong, no matter how difficult life was, she wanted to fulfill her father's last wish.

A few days later, my mother finally started working at the railway hospital, where my father worked. My aunt was holding me, who was less than a year old, and suddenly my hand slipped and I fell out of the window from the balcony on the second floor. When my mother found out, she hugged me and cried bitterly, she didn't dare to go to work anymore.

My mother had no milk to feed me, and I was so skinny that I could only cry hoarsely, and even the life of orphans and widows was very sad, not to mention how could my mother and my brother live without a source of livelihood? When I was nearly two years old, my mother was introduced to marry an old man who cut down mountains. Because my brother stayed at my grandfather's and second uncle's house when he reached school age, my mother took me and my stepfather to the mountains in the deep forests of Yakeshi.

We live in two lonely grass houses with no people in a radius of 60 miles, the mountains and wilderness outside the house are barren grass in addition to the mountains and forests, the urine basins in the cold house are frozen in winter, the house is as hot as a steamer in summer, and there are small bites, mosquitoes, horse peaks, and big blind midges outside the door, not to mention people, even the skin of the livestock is so thick that the blind midges are staring at the blood.

My stepfather was often away from home, driving the old ox cart to cut down the mountains dozens of miles away, and every time he only walked this way, he didn't come home for more than a month, leaving my mother and son, and my mother didn't even have someone to talk to. In the winter, sometimes there was no food at home, and my mother left me at home, crawling on the ice and lying in the snow to carry food dozens of miles away, while I was at home crying in horror and dying.

In the summer, my mother used to use a sickle to cut and feed the cows on the nearby hillside, cut the small trees and hazelnut trees used for the fire, and dried them in piles until the stepfather returned. The stepfather threw a fork on the car underneath, and the mother swung up layer by layer on the car, and the higher the swing, she couldn't get out of the car. The stepfather drove the ox cart forward, but there was no road! The mother was sitting on the firewood cart and staggered around, when suddenly the cart overturned, and the mother fell out of the cart, was detained under the cart, and fell into the well.

The stepfather desperately turned the car over, and the firewood and grass were moved to expose the well, and he shouted as he threw the rope down, but fortunately, the water in the well was only waist-deep, and by the time he pulled his mother up, he was already dying. My stepfather carried her into the grass hut and put her on the kang still unconscious, and she woke up in my crying, hugged me tightly and cried uncontrollably.

Whenever my stepfather was happy to drink, he would wipe my mouth with chopsticks dipped in wine, and pinched my nose and said that I couldn't open my mouth.

In that cold winter, my stepfather came back with an ox cart. When he was drinking in the evening, he said to my mother and me, "There is no one in our sixty miles, but there are wolves, don't be afraid, you can't get in during the day and at night." I often meet wolves at night when I go out to drive ox carts, sometimes followed by several, but I am not afraid, one is to light a fire and smoke, and the other is to knock the copper basin with a wooden stick, the wolf is most afraid of fire and noise, and when I come back to bring you some firecrackers...... As he was talking outside, he was talking about the house: "Woo....... ......." howled like a ghost, and the wolf finally came.

At first a wolf was howling, then several wolves were howling, and finally a pack of wolves surrounded the wooden and grass house. But the stepfather didn't light the fire, nor did he knock on the copper basin, but just stood by the door and pressed the wooden stick on the top door. The howl of the wolf is getting closer and closer, the cry of fear of the old scalper is getting louder and louder, the fighting sound of the wolf and the ox is getting more and more chaotic, and finally the moaning of the old ox has changed from loud to small, but the fighting and chewing of the wolves is fierce at first, and then gradually from near to far. Although there was no sound, none of us dared to go out this night, and my stepfather waited, and my mother and I hugged each other tightly, trembling in fright at the corner of the kang.

After dawn, the stepfather cautiously opened the door and went out, and when he came back, he said dejectedly: "The old ox has been eaten by the wolf, and the cow is gone, and only the bones of the cow are scattered all over the mountain, and I am afraid that the wolf will come again, and I will burn all those bones." I have to go ...... to live. He brought dry rations, and he drove out in an empty ox cart to carry the dust.

My mother and I were at home, holding the door day and night, and we didn't dare to go out of the house. In the evening the wolves came, and they howled outside the hut, but they could no longer see the old ox, not even the bones of the old ox, and they began to move closer to the hut, as if they smelled the scent of man, and from then on they howled like a guardian spirit and surrounded the hut day and night. There is no one within a radius of sixty miles, not to mention the barren mountains and mountains in summer, the house is as hot as a steamer, the snow is vast in winter, and it is difficult to endure the cold winter at minus thirty or forty degrees. In order to survive and escape the war in the world, my mother was only in her thirties and remarried to support me, and came to this desperate situation of isolation and no people. Now the wolves are coming, and they are guarding the only wooden and grass house like guards, this is the war is fiercer than the wolves, right?

War, why should there be war? That is, the greed of Japanese militarism, all the crimes of burning, killing, and looting came from the government of the first country, and the Japanese Kwantung Army invaded Northeast China to rob the mountains, forests, and minerals, and how many resources did it have? It oppressed the people of Northeast China with military strength and served as slaves for 14 years. Now that Japan has surrendered, why does the Kuomintang want a dictatorship to start a civil war? Is it a struggle for fame and fortune or a dictatorship?

The wolf is terrible, the wolf eats people, and the stepfather left away in that moment of danger, regardless of our life and death, and pulled the car left by the old ox away. How could my mother not think of the eight-year relationship between her and my father? When I was only four years old, when the wolves surrounded the small grass hut, my mother, in order to comfort me, told me a story in the midst of danger: The door of the house in the rural areas of Shandong is open to the inside. There was a special person who was a drummer for the funeral, and on this day, they walked to the dark and stayed in a small temple. Necheng thought that the wolves were coming in the middle of the night, although they climbed onto the temple beams in a hurry, and the howling wolves became more and more, and the house was almost full of wolves. The wolves were frightened and suddenly blew their trumpets, and the gongs and drums were beating louder and louder, and the wolves were frightened, and the two doors were slammed to death by the wolves and could not get out, and they crashed in panic in the deafening sound of the horns and gongs and drums, and even though their heads had fainted, they still turned in circles and bumped into each other until they died. The next morning, someone went down to work in the field, and heard the horn and gong in the temple from afar, and when people opened the temple door, they were not only surprised, but the dead wolves all over the ground were really stunned. But the three people on the beam were still beating lifelessly, and when they helped them down, they had already fainted nervously, which is the story of the legendary man who can defeat the wolf. ”

Yaqin listened and laughed, she smiled backwards, maybe because of the storyline, but it was finally her most exciting moment. And my mother told that story entirely to comfort me, who was just four years old and sensible, right?

To say "How Steel is Made", Paul experienced the years of the Great Patriotic War, and gradually grew up through the difficult and difficult years since he was a child, including social and family education, and the edification of patriotic and democratic ideology, which made him devote himself to the military career to become a revolutionary soldier and a national hero of the Bolsheviks. And when it comes to "What is the itinerary of the anti-** struggle", it is also a person who has been influenced by the objective practice of society and family since childhood, and has gradually grown up in the difficult and difficult years, and has gradually come through the process of anti-corruption, anti-corruption, and anti-corrosion.

Please see Chapter 4: Remembering the Happy Growth of Youth