This tree is rooted in the heart of the border guard

Author:Xilu Qiangjun Time:2022.09.26

"Ali Liu" that grows in my heart

Author: Zhao Hongbiao Anchor: Hao Gao Pan

When I first saw "Ali Liu", a few years ago, I arrived in Ali with the task unit. It was a place where summer would also be snowy. Pure and holy were my original impression of this small town, and our destination was distance from the distance. Ali also has some road to the motherland's border line! Along the way, the barren and vigorous mountains have not melted for thousands of years. Occasionally, small animals proved that life is still everywhere in the penalty area.

Along the way, it was almost dusk, accompanied by physical discomfort, the speed of building a tent was much slower than usual, and I lay down until four or five in the morning. High -frequency heartbeat and rapid breathing made me unable to sleep for a long time, and my thoughts traced back. The shocking living environment on the way and the desolation of my eyes could not help but think of the green everywhere in my hometown. Finding a green plant became the first wish for me after I arrived in Ali.

Our destination is a dilapidated "horse shed", because the task needs us to settle here. It is a bit exaggerated to say "Ying". In fact, there are only four people. After that, I know that there is no signal here. After the station was stationed, I never went out again. I could only see the mountains through the lookout of the sentry, and wherever I went, there was only a strong color tone!

It was almost 9 o'clock a day. Suddenly, I suddenly wanted to go out and report to the leader. After reporting to the leader, I walked down along a trail. There was a gravel everywhere. Although it was downhill, it was difficult to walk step by step.

There are green vegetation! I didn't take a few steps, and a touch of green in my eyes attracted my attention, and I almost forgot that it is July now. In my hometown, July is the season when the flowers are open all over the ground. I am interested and continue to go down. I found that those blurred greens are some unknown grass that is close to the ground, as thin as hair, and in my heart. The longing of the longing is very different, so I took a few steps forward and returned to the camp.

Back to the "horse shed", it was time for lunch. After eating, I felt a little unwilling, so I adjusted the direction and continued to walk up along the path. It is very difficult to climb the mountain here. Without a few steps, I was a little panting. Turn over a hill, and suddenly the eyes are lit, is it a tree? Looking like a willow tree from a distance, he continued to go up, while thinking about the decorative fake trees, thinking about going to the tree.

It is really a tree. The leaves are like willow trees, but the bark is white and does not look like a willow tree. Against the wall of the red post, it looks like a brushwork full of vitality. Coincidentally, a comrade in the tree was cleaning, and I got together: "The monitor, what kind of tree is this? Willow trees? Why is it white bark?" It is difficult to suppress the joy of my heart. I asked several times in a row.

"We call it 'Ali Liu"! "

"It can be so big, it's hard!" Seeing that the commander answered very simply, I talked to him, thinking that the willow tree was the same name as Ali.

"Look at you the vision of the plain, our altitude can be nearly 5,000 meters. Our tree is as big as the age of this post!" He said proudly.

"This willow tree can cover you the sun." I said half a joke, and the squad leader began to describe the willow tree in detail, saying that it could not only shake and avoid the rain. I nodded again and again, "Yes, yes."

Suddenly he turned around and said seriously, "But, we never rain here, hahaha ..."

Yes, they rarely rain here. Then he said, "I'm a buddy with this willow tree!" Then, he laughed heartily, showing a row of white teeth, and I laughed. The time was still early, and the two of us sat on the stone under the tree and continued to chat.

"We don't even have a signal. What do you usually do except training?"

"We have to change defense. In addition to training, we can do a lot of things, cleaning, painting, writing, and comrades -in -arms talk about the world." He said that the time interval between the defense was very short because the other station was higher than here. For them, it was already rest to clean this point, and he said that he picked up a broom and continued to sweep the leaves.

He also said that three years when he came to the plateau, in addition to vacation, he went down the mountain to Ali less than 5 times. High altitude, hypoxia, and strong ultraviolet rays make him look far more mature than his peers. It turned out that the tree looked small, but people looked very old.

That day, I stood under the tree and looked at the tree carefully. The white trunk was not thick, but it was very straight. Looking up, the leaves moved under the breeze and flashed. You can see the pure blue sky and white clouds through the green leaves. There is a stone under the tree, which is solemnly written "Wei Guo Bian, no glorious". The other side reads "I love the motherland behind my body".

What a simple and innocent expression of the motherland behind my love. I can't help but remind me of Martyr Chen Xiangrong. His "clear love, only for China" of the patriotic sound of patriotism seemed to sound again in my ear. I think this is the loyalty and love for the motherland. They are accompanied by the plateau at all times. The border guards are deeply integrated with the wind of the plateau, the snow on the plateau, and everything on the plateau, and all of them are only to protect the motherland and the frontier line in front of them.

A few days later, I went to the post of Houshan to pick up the documents. The wind in the middle of the night was really scary. The weird wind and lascation of the mountainside blew, and there was no direction. The hat was almost blown away. I couldn't hold a stone away. I was really worried that it would scrape people. After handling the public, I went to see the willow tree again. This time I changed the sentinel. There was no moon in the dark, and the lights in the distance hit the tree and the sentry. I didn't approach them, and the willow was shaking by the wind by the wind, as if in a demonstration, and its majesty made me feel awe. The stars in the sky are surprisingly bright, but the end of the willow is endless black. This white tree is like a halberd, which gives the darkness angrily; it is more like a light source, dispersing ghost charm, it seems to tear the night open. With rusty, the willow tree, the sentinel, and the stone seemed to be quietly telling the motherland behind: rest assured, there was me!

Later, I had the opportunity to work in another place and witnessed the momentum of "Ali Liu". The neat is like a list, and the momentum is as macro. Under the brown mountains and blue sky, the warriors are lined up, and they shouted the shocking number in the wind. There is a wooden sign standing next to it, and the red pen is stunned vigorously on the top: Ban Gongliu. It turned out that this willow is called "Ban Gongliu". Since then, the name has been rooted in my heart. I think the name may be related to Ban Gonghu not far away.

It turned out that Ban Gongliu not only grew up in Ban Gonghu, it grew up in each border post, but also grew in the hearts of the warriors.

Later, I retired to the southern city. There are all kinds of trees that can't be named everywhere here. They are blooming, green leaves, and often carnival in the rain. I don't know if they know "Ban Gongliu", those "Ban Gongliu" who are in harmony with the heavens and the earth, the sun and the moon.

To this day, I often think of the scene talked with the squad leader under the tree, and think of countless high -winding plateau at night. Only in the most difficult living environment, the soldiers who have experienced the test of life and death can the most understand that there is a kind of persistence to become eternal. There is a belief that can surpass life and death. There is a belief called "I love you, the motherland behind me"!

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