Beautiful! The style of the female signal soldier of that year
Author: Qi Bo
Sweat, can not wash away the rouge smeared by the hot sun
Collecting dust, can't hide the face of youth blooming
In order to practice the original intention of the national pulse
Let the bitter autumn wind let it whimper
You stand on a pole that rises from the ground
The figure is like a soaring petrel
It's like climbing a steep and dangerous peak
It's like hugging a thousand-year-old pine on the top of Tai Mountain
This special arena
As if closest to the sun
In order to fulfill the historical mission of the People's Iron Army
You take pride in the frontier as your home and hardship
Throw the exhaustion of the patrol into the wasteland
Write a poem to the firmament
Let the pleasant sound reverberate between heaven and earth
In spring, when Jiangnan is already fragrant with willow flowers
The Horqin steppe was still roaring with wind
One snowstorm after another
He refused to shake hands with the female soldiers to say goodbye
Whenever this happens, even if you can eat a meal of green vegetables
It is also a rare satisfaction
There are no theater theaters on the prairie
There is no luxury of Kara 0K
You are in your own way
Make the boring life tasteful
Even though the borders are unpredictable
There's even the thrill of rubbing shoulders with death
But in order to ensure the smooth connection between border defense and Beijing
You will have sincere love and inexhaustible sincerity
And the blood and sweat of youth
Swing over the long border line
And so it goes day after day, year after year
Let the years pass and the flowers wither
Silent dedication on the ordinary front
Defend the operation of the national pulse with your life
Whenever I think of my comrades-in-arms who are buried on both sides of the railway
There are still some difficulties that cannot be overcome
What gains and losses can be calculated
Her soft hair was resolutely cut short
The long skirt is temporarily taken off
You have a vibrant demeanor
Highlight the green and vitality of life
In the machine room, those densely packed square grids
It is the combination and arrangement of divisions, regiments, battalions, and companies
Not only that, but you also put the sky in the north of the sea
They all caught their eyes
And put simple repetitive actions
Tempered into a beautiful art
You are like carriers of information
Linking up the bonds that strengthen emotions
Both report peace for the top of the motherland
And for the remote frontier to convey hope
Today, after all, times are different
The well-connected Internet opens a new chapter in the development of communications
Once "clairvoyance, tailwind ear"
It has long been a mark of time
There is also the former style of female signal soldiers
It has evolved into a shining page in the history of human progress
But in the long story of time
Those legendary military lives
It's not a random fabrication
When you see these old photographs of historical value
Maybe even call out one or two of them
The ever-fading electric waves still linger in your ears
They are like lifelike statues
Forever engraved in the hearts of comrades-in-arms across the country
Qi Bo was photographed in 1975 as the secretary of the battalion headquarters
On the evening of November 26, 2021, he was in Qin Emperor Zuyi
Editor: Fang Yingxin