Light of Yan'an（three chapters）
Yan'an
There is a river, flowing down under the Baota Mountain.
This river is a little yellow, after the filtering of the soprano's golden mulberry, it is clear and brightly flow's, the turbulent river and the lingering singing voice, are like the newly opened aged wine, generations of people are reveled in it.
The generation who came out of this place have already entered history textbooks, and those ordinary place named such as Yangjialing, Zaoyuan, Fenghuangshan, Qingliangshan, Qiaoergou and Nanniwan are now magical on the tourist map. Behind these pristine scenery, what the tour guide talks casually is the legends and stories of the world.
In the illustrations in a book, I have carefully learned this small town. Today, this small town has many modern buildings standing in the sun. Not far from the cliff, there are many cave dwellings, empty and a bit lonely, only the oil lamp, as a tacit understanding of the cave, comments on that period of time.
Many people came and went away, leaving behind a variety of footprints.
Someone is here, visiting；
Someone comes here for a pilgrimage.
A photo
The sun is so good.
The sunshine in 1942 was very good, bright and splendid. Mao Zedong's tall figure was cast on the yellow land of northern Shaanxi, and his poetic and spicy of Hunan accent was cast on the yellow land, making Yan'an in 1942 stand in front of a simple square stool and become a standing pulpit.
Perhaps he just took a sip of water, an ordinary military enamel cup rested on the stool.
Was there a clear river in the enamel cup? No, there was also the source of Mao Zedong's inexhaustible wisdom. At this moment, it was flowing into the thirsty yellow land and the thirsty heart…
He used to stand to talk. After the investigation and analysis, everything was well known. I don't know whether he compared the current war situation, compared the growth and decline of the strength of the enemy and our own, or sorted out the style of a political party from a strategic height.
I can't guess.
Only the patched pant tells me an example of the communists' simplicity.
The sun is so good.
The sunshine in 1942 was very good. When I stand in the sunshine of Yan'an in 1942, I read the picture that seems yellow in the frame. The deep vision that I admire passes through history and slams into the sun.
Vegetable field planted by Chairman Mao
Looking far away, in this river valley, this yellow land is the most common yellow land. When I approach, several bright red characters carved in the stone immediately brighten my eyes. In my eyes, this ordinary yellow land is no longer ordinary, and it has symbolic meaning.
Yes, this is the vegetable field that Chairman Mao had planted that year.
The clear voice of the female lecturer describes the moving scene.
It was the toughest day in Yan'an. A man from Hunan dressed in patched clothes came to the land, plowed the loss land and then used his hand to sow a seed…
“Do it yourself, then gain enough food and clothes.”
A hoe was waving in the land, and thousands of hoes were lifted up; a seed was sown in the land, and a thousand gulls turned green. Finally, the thin and undernourished Chinese revolution began to have a ruddy color like sorghum…
History, finally met Mao Zedong, he was actually a good hand to grow crops.
Yes, the son of the Shaoshanchong peasant seemed to be busy with farming, busy with pioneering, busy planting, busy cultivating, and his“millet plus rifle”，“surround the cities from the countryside”were the best crops he had ever planted.
Xie Keqiang: Male, member of the Chinese Writers Association. Chief editor of Chinese Poetry.