Xu Jian | Tibet, that Shenshan and that person

Famous writer Xu Jian

In Meng Xia in 2020, his daughter drove to the Yongding River Peacock City to pick me up with me and his wife. At that time, the second "Trilogy of the Professional Reform" "Tianxiao: 1921" had just killed the youth. Turning around, the rose flowers on the iron fence opened the righteousness. After the spring couplet, the ink was still bright. Suddenly looking back, an inexplicable sigh of sigh, and suddenly choked. Since mid -December 2019, my wife and I have dormant here. Subsequently, the Beijing -Hebei epidemic spread, and since then, I was trapped in the Yongding River. For a whole half of the year, I did n’t leave home, looking up at the century -old time and space, and pursued a historical and spiritual pursuit of the original intention of the 13 attendees of the Communist Party of China. Write until the morning to sleep. Perhaps, I am destined that I want to experience a spiritual purgatory with these 13 attendants, and finally can reach the end of the century.

But I did n’t dare to take a break, because there was another book -the “Jin Qingyu” of Tibet ’s accurate poverty alleviation documentary is waiting for me to interview. This is one of the twenty -five books organized by the China Writers Association and the State Council Poverty Alleviation Office (the current Rural Revitalization Bureau). Many writers have already submitted the manuscript. In the end, I have not interviewed the writing. The deadline is after the October holiday. The interview writing time is only four and a half months.

My wife and daughter had a newly opened hotel in Beijing for my birthday. The next day, I took Daocheng Chengdu to Tibet. The first stop is Bangda Airport at Changdu City, Tibet, and dual -stream airport at night. Before boarding the plane the next morning, I realized that due to the snow from Bangda Airport, the runway was frozen. It had been returned for 5 consecutive days and could not land. So I had to change the Tao Yushu into Tibet.

This is my 21st time in Tibet. I got up in the morning for breakfast, and drove from Yushu to Gongjue County, Tibet. Eight hundred miles of ground wind and snow, the car did not take Qianqian County, entered Tibet Wuqi, and chose another way, turned left from the front of the Princess Temple of the Batang Grassland, drove along a county road to Xiaosu Mang, went to Tibet to Tibet Jiangda County drove. Throughout the road, the mountains turned around, passing through the snowy mountains, the snowing mountains, and the two provinces of Qinghai -Tibet. Along the way, the road signs of Mida, Shengda, Enda, and Jiangda were shocked from time to time. These place names are familiar, but the scenery is unfamiliar. How many degrees I have come back in reading? Quietly ask the sky, ask the desert, and ask Xueling? Parking and taking pictures in front of Shenshan's mouth, the snow blew over, and the prayer flags was like a soul. Suddenly, the snow dust of the years was blowing away, and the ice flow in the depths of the historical memory was brushed out. I exclaimed that it was incredible, and now I have stepped on the ancient road of the old chief Yin Fa Tang. Thinking about that year, the main force of the Eighteenth Army 52 Divisions of the Eighteenth Army, from Deng Ke crossed the river, turned thousands of miles a roundabout of Yushu, turned to troops, and then entered Tibet Wuqi. The gate of Tibet.

Zhang Wanxiang, who took me in the Qamdo Poverty Alleviation Office, asked me, Teacher Xu walked through this road?

I have been in the dream, and it is a war legend created by an old head and officers and soldiers. Tibet mythology brought me to the landscape of this road. He and his subordinates told the Chinese story several times to me.

Who is he?

Yin Dharma Tang.

oh, I know! Our old secretary of Tibet!

Linking on the car, a snowing ridge, in front of me, there is my brass tea, or the blue smoke burning with black tent cow dung. Orir, there is only one old man who is alone, as well as the vastness of the Mang Kunlun and Himalayan.

A Shenshan and that person. I saw the back of his back in the snow, induced and captured the historical atmosphere and aura of their old Tibet in this ancient road.

This is the case in Tibet. Time and space are intertwined, the heavens and the earth are induced, the time is solidified, the years are young, and the space is reduced. People and people, you, me, style and emotions, creatures and gods, just in the old man, the adventure and heaven happened, and the literature began

In the 52 days of interviewing in Tibet in the future, I followed his back. In Tibet East, I walked in the place where the Sanjiang River, the Lancang River, and the Nujiang River were flowing in the east. Subsequently, the source of the Lancang River came up, and Qianli rode across the Hengduan Mountain, passed through Wanli Tang Tang, arrived in Naqu City, Northern Tibet in Tibet. Around the Dali North Line, enter the uninhabited area, enter Bange, Nima, and Shuanghu, and interview it in Shuanghu County, which is more than 5,000 meters above sea level for three days. Ali westward, Zhuangyouzhi arrived at the Xiangquan River, Shiquan River, and Maquan River, and then traveled around Gangdis Mountain and Himalayas to reach Hamatze. Then, go to Lhasa and Shannan, and return to the last interview. This is the place where I ended the 21st Tibet. 19 poverty -stricken counties walked one by one, calmly, and all the way to see the golden greens all the way. Bangjin Meaduo.

The interview was over that day, and from the Milin Airport to the Mainland, Xueling took a picture, and Yajiang ran away. Suddenly I felt a feeling of returning from the gate of the kingdom of heaven. Behind me, under the wing, the clouds, the color season, Nanga Bawa, Kangqingla, Tanggula, Karakora, Gangdis Mountain, Himalayas, Okinho Qiqi Shenshan, Xuefeng 偶, accidentally exposed the clouds. The Nu River, Lancang River, Yarlung Zangbo River, Xiangquan River, Maquan River, Shiquan River, as well as Shenghu Dangyong Wong, Malian Yongwu, Seramo, Ramra, and even the Kingdom of Guge and Xiangxiong. On the banks of the Snow Mountain River, it turned into an ancient peach blossom, a young and beautiful Aja, Amara. Thinking of this, my tears flushed out. The man had tears and did not bounce lightly. Who would wipe tears for me? For Tibet, for themselves, for the orphans who have lost their parents and the loved mothers who have won new students, and those single mothers and children who relocated poverty and relocated, they live a happy life. The plane was like a white whale, patrolling in the snowling mountains in Hengshan Mountain. I saw a group of children riding on the back of the whale and overlooking thousands of mountains. I asked myself silently, the 21st Tibetan trip, what kind of miracles and myths I encountered in this snow area. Wen Yuan, Tianyuan, and popularity, an old man is destined. That year, I was 25 years old. He was raised from the deputy political commissar of the Chengdu Military Region and the first secretary of the Tibet Autonomous Region to Beijing and served as the second artillery deputy political commissar. At that time, I was just a small secretary. In the long life, he embedded my body of the wind, style, wind, gods, and wind of that generation of old eight roads, and from then on affecting my life.

Beijing and Tibet, the Great Wall and Kunlun, across the Hanshan Miles, an old Tibet with a student, a generation of war generals with a military writer. When they met, the old man was full of Shenzhou, and the young man was silent. However, the Tibetan complex was But it was prolonged 40 years. If you think about it, an elderly influence on a youth, a period of nourishment for a writer for a writer, has gone through the blow and accumulation of time, snow, sunlight, and cold flow. The legend and mythology will always be seductive. It will not go to the clouds with the wind and the snow, and it will become pale blood stains on the peak.

Dream of Dusuo, forty years of fame and earth, the generals of the year, were already century -old, and the small secretary of that year was over half a year. In many occasions, I once thanked Tibet more than once. That god mountain and the one -day road are the biggest gifts to a military writer. It has made Jin Ge Tieho's main theme writing. From then on, with awe, compassion, and kindness like Cihang, with a wide and wide and wide tenderness, thank the Elderly Fa Tang. The body has always been a butter lamp, a spiritual instructor in my vast desert, and a road sign in the 44 -year -old military travel career. The Shenshan and the old man were actually given a wings of Tibet, missiles and Tibet, long swords and Hada on the wings of a military writer missile, which constitutes the dual narrative of my literature journey. Long sword plow.

Write this, I want to record the awards of the awards of the Outstanding Writer's Contribution Award by the Chinese Writers Publishing Group on March 14, 2019. Fortunately, he was awarded with Xu Huaizhong, Mo Yan, Yu Hua, and Xiao Qin. The award word wrote: "Forty -four -in -laws of military travel careers, nineteen times are lonely in Tibet. His works are Rocket Army and Tibet as two wings: one -wing missile, a wing frontier; A wing is soft and agile; a wing is calm and generous, and a wing is a legendary legend; a wing iron clothing glasses, one wings via the tower. The person, the spring breeze is elegant, there is a large, the text, the clear spirit, the vertical and horizontal. "

This award -winning word is not so much to grant me, it is better to dedicate to the centenary elderly. Wanshi watches, Swen is here.

Author: Xu Jian, president of the Chinese Society of Literature, was the director of the Literature and Creation Office of the Rocket Army Political Work Department.

Source: CPPCC Newspaper

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