Chapter 683 "Dream Camel Bell"
The song "Dream 1 Camel Bell" is the work of Tan Jianchang and Xiaoxuan. The singers include Fei Yuqing, Zhang Mingmin, Gao Shengmei, and countless cover singers, but The version sung by author Tan Jianchang actually has more feelings about family and country.
Fei Yuqing's singing is too soft, Zhang Mingmin's singing is more like homesickness, and Tan Jianchang's singing is more vicissitudes of life and has a sense of historical weight.
Standing at the entrance of the military camp, Xu Nuo looked at the weather-beaten soldiers and began to sing.
“Climb the peak and look at my hometown, the yellow sand is thousands of miles long,
There was a camel bell ringing somewhere, and the sound touched my heart. ”
I don’t know why, but when the soldiers heard this song, they felt the urge to cry.
Even if the promised voice was powerful, it could not resist their depression.
Everyone I thought it was a song about homesickness, climbing a mountain to look at my hometown, it was an obvious scene of homesickness.
However, everyone had an indescribable feeling, and their intuition told them that this was not a simple homesickness song. .
"I hope to embark on the road of longing, flying across thousands of miles of mountains,
The returning geese are covered with colorful clouds in the sky, where is the hometown."
It is still singing about homesickness, but it makes everyone feel as if it is more than just homesickness. so.
Xu Nuo played the guitar and looked into the distance.
The sound of the guitar became urgent, a little passionate, but also a little heavy.
"The wind and sand cannot blow away the blood marks of history,
The wind and sand cannot blow away the paleness, blood and tears of Begonia."
The leader almost couldn't hold back his tears, and tears rolled in his eyes.
He knew about Haitang’s blood and tears.
When he first came here as a recruit, the instructor told him what "Begonia leaves" are.
"The terrain of our country is like a begonia leaf. It goes out from the Bohai Sea, like the stem of the leaf, and reaches Congling in the west, like the tip of the leaf. The provinces and vassals are combined into the whole leaf."
"The north is the begonia leaf." Instructor Looking into the distance, his voice was full of loneliness, "We can't get it back."
At that moment, Captain Liu's heart was filled with anger, and he wanted to pick up the weapon in his hand and rush towards the opposite side.
But he can't.
“Remember, guard this line! Guard it with your life!”
Many years have passed since the instructor's words, but they still echo in Captain Liu's mind like they were yesterday.
Hold this line is the last thing he can do.
The story of Begonia leaves has been passed down in this camp from generation to generation for decades. Every soldier will hear this story when talking to the instructor.
The wind picked up in the military camp, and the sand was a bit strong, and the soldiers burst into tears.
Xu Nuo stood at the door, tears falling from his eyes.
He knew that the soldiers understood the meaning of Haitang's blood and tears. They were humiliation, scars, and unforgettable pain.
In the camera, the soldiers stood stubbornly in the wind. They stood upright and let their tears rage in the wind and sand.
The program team looked serious, Lin Wanqing's eyes were red, and everyone had a heavy expression.
The audience in the live broadcast room was a little surprised.
“Why are they all crying?”
"Isn't this a homesick song? Isn't it going to make everyone cry when singing it?"
Some people really don't know that there is no Begonia in their knowledge reserve.
The world only knows the picture of the rooster, but no one still remembers the tears of the begonia.
It has been so long since the crabapple leaves were divided, so long that it seems like centuries have passed.
The crabapple leaves are forgotten, and the rooster picture is mentioned repeatedly, making everyone think that China seems to be like the rooster picture.
But someone remembers.
Captain Liu burst into tears, and the soldiers burst into tears.
Xiao Sa gritted her teeth, and Lin Wanqing looked at the north in a daze.
Zhao Lei is a lot older, and his face is red.
They all know that humiliating history, and they all know the millions of square kilometers of land that were divided.
In front of the screen, Li Tongchen hummed softly.
"The wind and sand cannot blow away the paleness, and the blood and tears of the crabapples" were sung over and over again, until I burst into tears.
Someone popularized this history in the live broadcast room, and the audience in the live broadcast room was silent.
Yes, the powerful motherland once had its moments of weakness, and those foreign powers took advantage of the dragon's illness to take advantage of it.
The begonia leaves were divided little by little, and finally they became what they are today.
When will the rooster return to the begonia?
This is an idea that many people have buried deep in their hearts. Unfortunately, this idea may be difficult to realize.
In peaceful times, we may never have the chance to return to crabapple leaves.
A land of 3 million square kilometers has been transformed from a hometown with melodious camel bells to a distant foreign land. This is the most unspeakable pain for the Chinese nation.
Xu Nuo let the tears flow freely, and the guitar in his hand screamed.
The sound reaches the ears, the sentences enter the heart, and makes people cry.
“Climbing the peak to look at my hometown, the yellow sand is thousands of miles long,
I hear the sound of camel bells from somewhere, the sound touches my heart,
I hope to embark on the road of longing and fly thousands of miles Mountains,
The wild geese are covered with colorful clouds on the horizon, where is the village gate?”
With tears in his eyes, Captain Liu sang along loudly.
His singing was not professional, out of tune, out of tune, and his voice was rough, like the cold northwest wind, cutting through everyone's ears like a knife.
But no one found it unpleasant, and the soldiers also sang along.
Don’t remember the lyrics? It doesn't matter, can't find the tune? It doesn’t matter, just sing along.
“The wind and sand blow away the years, but my thoughts never grow old,
How many nights have I dreamed of returning to Qinguan? The wind and sand cannot blow away the blood marks of history.
The wind and sand cannot blow away the pale blood and tears of Begonia. ”
The soldiers’ singing gradually became uniform, and their voices were majestic, but also filled with endless sorrow.
No one can understand Haitang’s blood and tears better than them, because they What they are guarding is the boundary line of Haitang Blood and Tears.
Every time they look at the boundary monument during patrol, their hearts ache. This monument should not be here. It should be moving north. Hundreds of kilometers.
After listening to the story told by the instructor, a soldier looked at the north and cried when he patrolled the boundary marker for the first time.
The cry was desolate and solemn. After crying, every time the soldier saw the boundary monument, his eyes were full of determination and he held the gun in his hand tighter.
"Such a thing will never happen again!" The soldier stroked the boundary monument, "As long as I am here, I will never let you step back a millimeter!"
The lives of the soldiers It is very precious, or everyone's life is precious, but some things need to be protected with life.
For example, the stability of the motherland, such as the territory of the motherland, they do not mind using the lives of their enemies to defend the motherland, nor do they mind using their own lives to defend their honor.
Xu Nuo's eyes were already a little blurry. He could only see a yellow-green field in front of him, and a murderous aura rising from the military camp.
He continued to sing the song, and he sang Tan Jianchang’s version.
"The wind and sand have aged the years, but my thoughts have not aged.
How many nights have I dreamed of returning to Qinguan?
The wind and sand cannot remove the imprint on history. Bloodstains,
The wind and sand cannot blow away the paleness, and the blood and tears of Begonia. ”
Xu Nuo’s voice was choked and slightly off-key, but no one cared about it. Whether it was off-key or not was no longer important.
After singing “Dream Camel Bell”, Xu Nuo put away his guitar.
“Salute! "Captain Liu roared.
The soldiers saluted him in unison.
Xu Nuo's expression became solemn, and he stood at attention and returned the salute.
Captain Liu came over with the instructor and promised to wipe away his tears secretly.
"Thank you, thank you for this song, what's the name of this song?"
""Dream Camel Bell", I was inspired by it when I went to see Borderline yesterday."
Captain Liu sniffed and said in a loud voice: "Would Zhang take another look at the boundary monument?"
"Think."
Captain Liu nodded, went to discuss it with Zhang Ziqiang, and everyone set off again to the border line.
The soldiers were silent along the way.
"Let me teach you all to sing "Dream Camel Bell"." Xu Nuo said while sitting in the car.
“Okay.”
"Climbing the peak to look at my hometown, the yellow sand is thousands of miles long.
The sound of camel bells comes from somewhere, and the sound touches my heart."
The sad song, amid the roar of the engine and the fierce wind , seems more tragic.
"The wind and sand cannot blow away the blood stains of history.
The wind and sand cannot blow away the paleness and blood and tears of Begonia."
Everyone roared and sung these two sentences. The country has become very powerful, but the blood and tears at the beginning should not be forgotten.
Being prepared for danger in times of peace is a gene engraved in the bones of soldiers.
When they came to the border line, the soldiers' eyes were red as they looked at the boundary markers that were inspected every day during patrols.
“Don’t forget history and always stay vigilant.” The instructor stroked the boundary monument and looked at everyone, “Never forget that imperialism will never die in destroying us.”
The program team was in front of the boundary monument. Taking photos with the soldiers, everyone had a sad expression.
When leaving the border, Xu Nuo looked back at the vast Gobi Desert, where the largest part of Begonia Leaf was.
"The world only knows the picture of the rooster, but no one still remembers the tears of the begonia." Looking back, Xu Nuo said this.
Captain Liu looked serious, "We have never forgotten!"
"We have never forgotten!"
The soldiers also responded loudly.
“When the Border Guard Corps was first established, we had recruitment education for new recruits, and one of the links was telling the story of Begonia Leaf,” the instructor explained.
Xu Nuo stood up in awe and saluted.
The instructor returned the gift.
Back at the military camp, it was time to say goodbye.
Captain Liu held the promised hand tightly and said, "Thank you, the Border Guard Corps will always be your home and welcome you back."
Everyone said goodbye reluctantly. The trip of the border defense group was an accident, but it brought a spiritual baptism to everyone.
"Get ready! Sing!"
"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky,
The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain,
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At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends.”
The soldiers of the Border Guard Regiment sang "Farewell" and watched the program crew leave.
Xu Nuo turned around and waved.
In the camera, the soldiers were getting farther and farther away, and the sky was filled with yellow sand. They remained motionless until they could no longer be seen.
The audience in the live broadcast room was silent. After knowing the story of Haitang's blood and tears, no one could be happy.
As for the border defense regiment, they cannot come and go at will. This is a military-controlled area, not a place for tourism.
The program team was also very silent. It wasn't until they were very far away that Xiao Sa finally came to his senses and said, "Dear viewers, the military camp tour of "Singing China" is officially over. This season of the program is about to come to an end. We will Heading towards the last stop”
(End of this chapter)