Leaning against the railing of Guanlan Post Station, I watched Kaotian Reservoir sparkling, blue waves lapping on the shore, and several waterfowl flapping their wings, sometimes gliding against the current, and sometimes hovering in the air. Looking around, the mountains are winding, gloomy and undulating curves, which are static wave lines. Listen carefully, birds chirp, and then listen carefully. Leaves swaying in the breeze, rustling sound coming from all directions, intertwined, forming a momentum, as if the waves of the distant sea.
Of course, the sound of water, birds, rustling leaves and cars passing by on the red tourist highway are just sounds, not echoes. Echo is formed by the reflection of sound when it encounters obstacles in the process of propagation. The human ear must have two conditions to hear the echo. First, the reflected sound has enough sound intensity; Secondly, the reaction time between the original sound and the echo is longer than 0. 1 sec, in other words, the distance is at least17m. Wuxiang is a village surrounded by mountains. Standing in Wuxiang, as long as you raise your voice and shout loudly, you can respond with one voice, and the echo is endless. However, this requires a lot of vital capacity. I didn't hear it anyway. Every time we come to Wuxiang, we are silent, solemn and respectful, and even dare not breathe in the atmosphere, for fear of disturbing every creeping substance in the sun.
Where does the echo come from?
Wandering the streets of Wuxiang again and again, breathing the air polluted by green mountains and green waters again and again, listening again and again, and discriminating again and again, I confirmed that the echo in the eardrum came from the bottom of my heart, not from nature.
The voice in my heart, isn't that auditory hallucination?
Yes, I can't help feeling this way in Wuxiang. Walking into Wuxiang is like walking into a big yard. The remaining veins of Yong 'an Mountain and Shuangfeng Mountain and Dabie Mountain form a solid city wall, and the entrance is Wulangguan. The winding gap in Wulangguan, where Yue Fei entered Huangmei in the Southern Song Dynasty, has been staying in Shizishan Village and Yangmaling at the foot of the mountain to fight against the Jin Army; Later, the Red Scarf Army and Taiping Army of the Yuan Dynasty entered and fought from here. After several swords and swords, Wu Langguan was included in the history books. In fact, there is also a famous lion stronghold here, that is, the camp of Wang Xianzhi, the leader of the peasant uprising army in the late Tang Dynasty, which was later renamed "Taiping Village" by people eager for world peace. The exit leads to qi zhou. This kind of terrain is like catching turtles in a bird for a military strategist, so it has always been a battleground for military strategists. But for modern us, Wu Xiang is like an echo pavilion. Even if we don't shout, the echo rings in our hearts.
I finally understand that the sound intensity that hit my heart was a historical event that happened in Wuxiang and went down in history.
Sorting out those echoes, hundreds of years ago, after all, was too long, and it was inevitable that it would be confusing. The biggest echo is the sound intensity 70 years ago, which is as vast and clear as what happened not long ago.
Wasn't it 1930 70 years ago? Everyone in Huangmei knows that the 15th Army of the Chinese Workers and Peasants Red Army was born in Wuxiang on June 1930 10. This day left an ink mark in the history of China. Following the vibration of the air, I "touched" that day.
It should be a crisp and sunny day in autumn, and the harvested rice fields are still full of fragrant rice. The fragrance oscillated in the noise and drifted everywhere. Yes, the activity place that day was the rice field in Wuxiang Village. Early in the morning, gongs and drums were loud, colorful flags fluttered and slogans fluttered. In the late morning, waves of people poured into it. These people did not disperse, but lined up neatly, walked with vigorous steps, sang heroic songs, and sat down in turn after entering the center. In the phalanx, there are soldiers with octagonal hats and steel guns on their shoulders, red guards with straw ropes around their waists, and women and children holding triangular Caiqi Yang. In front of them is a makeshift rostrum. The layout of the rostrum is simple and solemn. On the back wall of the platform, there is a military flag made of big red cloth. The center of the upper left corner of the flag is embroidered with a sickle pattern, which reads "The 15th Army of the Chinese Workers and Peasants Red Army" vertically. Two columns, one on the left and one on the right, are pulling the huge emblem of the "Inaugural Meeting of the 15th Army of the Chinese Workers and Peasants Red Army". Under the stage, heavy and light machine guns, mortars and magazines piled up like mountains.
The rice fields are full of people, even the surrounding ridges are full of people. They are the old, weak, women and children who rushed to the village, and almost all the young and middle-aged people in the village have become glorious fighters of the Red Fifteen Army. At this time, several heads appeared on the rostrum. They are wearing gray uniforms, octagonal hats, armed belts and pistols. They are not old, and some are even childish, but they are full of heroic spirit, lashing Fang Qiu, and their eyes are bright. Above them, the sun is rising slowly. From the audience, golden light enveloped them like a stage chase. There was silence at first, and then thunderous applause broke out. Oh, the young man standing on the stage is the leader of the 15th Red Army Corps, and he is the leader who will lead everyone to light and happiness in the future. The applause lasted for a long time.
A leader with a medium build and a Chongqing accent stood in front of the stage and excitedly announced: "Celebrate the beginning of the inaugural meeting of the 15th Army of the Chinese Workers and Peasants Red Army!" Suddenly, drums, trumpets and applause broke out all over the room. Then, the leader with glasses and a strong Hunan accent enthusiastically introduced to the audience: "Comrades, this is Comrade Cai sent by the Central Committee. He is the commander of our Red 15 Army ... "Then, Cai Junchang spoke. It is also a Hunan accent. Cai Junchang is tall and thin, but his voice is very powerful. He said: "The people of Huangmei have made great contributions to the formation of the 15th Red Army Corps ... In the future, we should strengthen political study and military training, abide by revolutionary discipline, obey orders and commands, overthrow the Kuomintang reactionaries, and establish a new regime in which the people are masters of their own affairs."
The voice just fell and the audience was boiling.
I know that Zhou, director of the political department, announced the establishment, and the political commissar and those who wear glasses all used Xiang Yin. Their photo with Commander Cai hangs in the showroom of Wuxiang Military Museum. Their lives will always be fixed in the prime of life in the photo. I revived them according to those photos, and then connected them with the echoes I heard, just like I did in online work.
Hearing this, I can't help thinking: how did a remote and closed mountain village become the burning soil of red flame? Soon, the mystery was solved. The next thing I know is the Huangmei dialect in my bones. The representative of this local party organization is Wu Shaoxi, secretary of Huangguang County Committee in eastern Hubei.
Wu Shaoxi is the real Wu Xiangren. He is one of Wu Xiang's revolutionary kindling carriers. Born into a family of Chinese medicine practitioners, he is determined to help the world. Unexpectedly, after attending middle school, he met revolutionary pioneer Dong. If you save people, you must save the country first. If the skin does not exist, the hair will attach. Wu Shaoxi joined China under the guidance of a large number of revolutionary advanced ideas, and then returned to his hometown of Wu Xiang to carry out revolutionary armed activities. Under his influence and drive, Wu Xiang presents a new scene in which men are fighting in front, women are cooking at home, the elderly are in the garment factory to care for the wounded, and children are on guard.
A single spark was lit on Wu Xiang. Wu Xiang, because there are many "Wu Shaoxi", laid a solid foundation for the rapid establishment and growth of the 15th Red Army Corps.
Like music, after the excitement, it is adagio. The echo in my ear also sank. Not only deep, but also depressed, sad and choked.
Shortly after the establishment of the Red 15 Army, the Central Committee assigned Huangmei, Guangji, Qichun and qi zhou counties in southeastern Hubei to the base areas of Hubei, Henan and Anhui, listed the base areas of Hubei as one of the six bases in China, and placed them under the unified leadership of the Soviet Central Bureau, and ordered the Red 15 Army and the Red Army to be the fourth army of the Chinese Workers and Peasants Red Army. 193 1 year 65438+1 in the middle and late October, the Red 15 Army and the Red1Army joined forces in Henan, and they were officially co-edited. Since then, the 15th Red Army Corps has disappeared from the historical horizon.
The Red 15 Army was reorganized, but Wu Shaoxi was ordered to stay and continue to lead the revolutionary work in Kaotian area. At the same time, the frustrated Kuomintang launched a crazy retaliatory military attack on Kaotian Town. The sharp cry cuts the bluestone like a sharp blade. "Enter Kaotian Town and capture Wu Shaoxi alive!" Because they were outnumbered, many of the soldiers who stayed were arrested. The enemy took them to the square in front of the village ancestral hall and killed them all. For several months, the sky in Wuxiang has been filled with a strong smell of blood. That is the soul of Wu Xiang's son, wandering in the familiar fields, unwilling to leave. Among the soldiers who were slaughtered, there was 18 Wu Xiang.
At this time, Wu Shaoxi is leading another Red Army Red Guards to carry out guerrilla struggle in Shishimura after the village.
The enemy's offensive is getting fiercer and fiercer. Soon, the enemy discovered the Red Guards hiding in Songchong Drip Cave. When threats and inducements failed, they used the meanest means-blowing Chili powder and dumping feces, forcing Wu Shaoxi and the soldiers to leave. Determined to die for his country, Wu Shaoxi would rather die than surrender, and was killed by an angry and ashamed enemy in Damiao Street. The ferocious enemy first cut off his head and hung it on the Damiao Bridge, and then moved it to the wall of Huangmei County for public display. That night, Wu Shaoxi's grieving wife jumped into the river with the fetus in her belly.
According to records, nine people in Wu Shaoxi's family gave their lives for the revolution. Wu Shaoxi and his family are just a note in the echo. ...
There is no doubt that Wu Xiang can hear echoes. I just didn't expect the soundtrack to be die-cast with so much blood. Some people who spilled blood left their names, and more of them were anonymous. Today, they are called martyrs together, engraved on the monument of the Red Fifteen Army on Niutou Mountain in Wuxiang. People who pay homage to the martyrs' monument are like rivers from generation to generation.
The wheel of history is driven by time. Today, Wu Xiang is rich and peaceful, with green mountains and green waters, lush vegetation and fragrant fruits. I wonder what Wu Xiang looks like today. Is it the dream home of those soldiers 70 years ago? Nobody knows. The soldiers left in a hurry. Despite this, Wu Xiang never dared to stop fighting, because the Red Fifteen Army Corps was born here and will live here forever, and it is Wu Xiang's duty-bound to keep the banner of the Red Fifteen Army Corps forever.
No wonder there is always accompaniment in the echo I hear. This is a flying flag hunting.