Fourteen young pilots saluted in unison. They were around 20 years old and had a lot of vitality in them.
Zhou Hexuan walked over to shake hands and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, please introduce yourselves. I will come here often when you have time."
"Mr. Zhou, my name is Chen Guimin."
"My name is Li Nianzu."
"My name is Peng Xingbang."
"My name is Lin Yao."
"My name is Huang Dongquan."
"My name is……"
The young people were very excited to see Zhou Hexuan. They had just graduated from Kunming Aviation School and were still at an age when their ideals were above all else. They especially admired Zhou Hexuan, a great patriotic writer.
Lin Yao took out a package, handed it to Zhou Hexuan and said, "Mr. Zhou, this is a gift from Brother Liang and Sister Lin."
Zhou Hexuan opened the package and saw a calligraphy and painting by Mi Fu. He quickly said: "This gift is very valuable. Thank you Mr. Liang and Mr. Lin for me."
Lin Yao said with a smile: "This calligraphy and painting was discovered by accident when they inspected the ancient buildings in Sichuan and Kangxi last year. The price is very cheap."
Zhou Hexuan put away his calligraphy and painting and asked: "Will you all be stationed in Chongqing from now on?"
Li Nianzu said: "Our batch graduated early. Air Force pilots were too exhausted, and the air battles in Chongqing were the most intense, so nearly half of them were assigned to Chongqing."
"Oh, I will donate as many planes to you as possible." Zhou Hexuan said with emotion.
Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin are the brothers and sisters of these pilots, as well as their parents.
When the two of them moved from Changsha to Kunming, Lin Huiyin had a fever of 40 degrees on the way, and there were children and the elderly with him. They looked for hotels along the street, but there were refugees everywhere, not even a bed, and it rained heavily at night. The situation was really miserable.
Incomparable.
Just when they were desperate, the beautiful violin sound suddenly came from the rainy night.
Liang Sicheng followed the sound of music and found an inn. He ran to the room where someone was playing the piano and knocked on the door. Inside was a group of young people wearing uniforms of air force cadets. These young people took Liang Sicheng in, Lin Huiyin's family, and could even be said to be Lin Huiyin's savior.
Otherwise, Lin Huiyin, who had a fever of 40 degrees and had no place to stay in the rainy night, would probably be critically ill.
What's more coincidental is that they all went to Kunming, Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin went to Southwest Associated University, while the Air Force cadets went to Kunming Aviation School.
As long as Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin were in Kunming, these aviation school students would definitely go to Liang's house to play every weekend and often participate in the literary salon organized by Lin Huiyin. At this time, the salon rarely talked about literature, but about the current situation of the Anti-Japanese War and the anti-Japanese heroes, because
There are air force cadets here, and they talk most about air force heroes.
These aviation school students were far away from home. If they had any grievances or difficulties, they would tell Lin Huiyin. Lin Huiyin often took them on outings, swimming, singing, and playing the piano. They were almost like family members. Lin Huiyin even sent his own younger brothers to the aviation school.
Not long ago, when these aviation school students graduated, since they had no relatives in Kunming, they simply invited Liang Sicheng, Lin Huiyin and his wife as honorary extensions to attend the graduation ceremony and deliver speeches. When they left Kunming, the contact information of their relatives they left behind was also the address of the Liang family.
The tragedy had just begun. In the following years, Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin continued to receive death notices and relics, including Lin Huiyin's younger brother. The first to die was Chen Guimin, and the last to die was Lin Yao.
Every time a death notice came in the mail, Lin Huiyin would burst into tears.
Liang Sicheng was even more sad, because as a parent, he was the one who collected the bodies every time. Many pilots' bodies were incomplete after death, which was more difficult to let go than simply receiving a death notice.
Lin Huiyin's pilot brothers all died during the Anti-Japanese War, and no one survived. In other words, these young people standing in front of Zhou Hexuan are all future anti-Japanese martyrs!
In this context, if we read Lin Huiyin's poem "Crying for Three Brothers", we can better understand her grief. She wrote poems to mourn not only her biological brothers, but also so many "brothers", so there are
These verses: You have given everything you have, and the brothers who went with you / also gave up your lives... You have given so much, who are you doing it for? Do you believe / how many people in China will have happiness in the future /
Your front is more important than myself... I fully understand why I still cry for you/It's just because you are a child but have nothing left for yourself...
"Have you reported to the army yet?" Zhou Hexuan asked.
Chen Guimin said: "We have already gone. Our boss gave us three days off and let us have fun in Chongqing."
Peng Xingbang added: "In fact, it is useless to stay in the army. There are not enough planes. We can't even touch the planes after queuing for several days. We have to wait for the next batch of Soviet planes to be shipped to Chongqing."
"Then I will take you to play for three days," Zhou Hexuan shouted to the study, "Xiao Lin, come out quickly!"
Lin Guoda took a copy of "Warring States Policy" and quickly ran to the living room and asked: "Teacher, what do you want me to do?"
Zhou Hexuan said: "Stop reading these days and have fun with everyone."
"Really?" Lin Guoda was overjoyed.
Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin asked the pilots to send valuable calligraphy and paintings for one purpose, and that was to ask Zhou Hexuan to take care of their "younger brother". Zhou Hexuan is a sensible person, and he has to take care of him whether it is public or private. But he has time.
If it's not enough, just play with the young people for a day, and let Lin Guoda be responsible for the rest of the time.
Just as everyone was leaving, the blind man A Bing happened to be going out.
Zhou Hexuan shouted: "A Bing, don't go singing on the street today. Come play everywhere with us."
"That's fine." A Bing said with a smile.
Everyone boarded the small river boat and enjoyed the scenery along the coast. A Bing also played the erhu very interestingly. It was not "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", that was too sad. He was playing the original song "Listening to the Pines", using objects to chant and praise the nation.
The hero Yue Fei also inspired the people of the country to resist the war.
The whole song is bold and powerful. After listening to it, Huang Dongquan exclaimed: "What kind of music is this? My blood boils when I hear it!"
A Bing replied: ""Listening to the Pines" is played by Yue Fei, a piece I wrote myself."
Huang Dongquan was the young student who played the violin on a rainy night and got acquainted with Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin. He was a music lover and very talented. If it had not been for a national crisis, he might have become a musician in the future instead of joining the army to serve the country and spilling blood in the sky.
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Huang Dongquan saw Xun Xin and said happily: "Mr. A Bing, can you teach me this piece of music?"
A Bing asked: "Can you play the huqin?"
"Yes, I have learned it since I was a child." Huang Dongquan said.
A Bing handed the erhu to the other party: "Play a piece and I'll listen."
Huang Dongquan took over and started playing, and he played "Guangming Xing". This is the most famous erhu song in the 1930s, which means that after difficult exploration and hard work, China is moving towards a bright future. Moreover, this song boldly borrows from
It adopts the creative techniques of Western music, and also borrows the fingering and bowing techniques of the violin, making the music melody both grand and atmospheric, and has a distinct sense of intimacy of national music.
Huang Dongquan was already proficient in the erhu and violin, and he was particularly comfortable playing it now.
After listening to the song, A Bing said happily: "You are very spiritual in playing the huqin. Do you want to be my student? The kind of disciple who enters the house." As if he was afraid that the other party would not be willing, A Bing added, "I am very famous, President Jiang."
Please ask me to play the music, and I promise not to let you suffer."
Zhou Hexuan was a little surprised that Abing could take the initiative to accept a disciple. This young man seemed to be very talented in music playing.
Huang Dongquan smiled and said: "Mr. A Bing, I have joined the Air Force, and I will fly planes to fight the Japanese in the future. But if I have time, I will definitely be willing to learn to play the piano from you, but there is no need to formally become a teacher."
A Bing nodded repeatedly: "It's good to beat the Japanese, but then beat them hard! When I was performing on the street, I was often disturbed by Japanese planes, and I had to be led by someone to enter the air-raid shelter. If you can shoot down a Japanese plane,
