Nine Songs of Anti-Japanese War

"Xiao Shengyan, Qin E's dream breaks Qin Louyue. Qin Louyue, willow colors every year, Ba Ling hurts farewell... the sound is dead, the west wind is shining, the Han family mausoleum is closed..." (Note 1)

"His Royal Highness Luoyang, can you stop singing, it's sad and artistic, it makes people feel depressed."

"It's such a mess, what the hell, it won't be too bad if I recite a poem." Luo Yang glanced at Zhengzhou slowly, shaking the photo in his hand that hadn't been rushed out for a long time. The Japanese soldier in the photo dragged a heavy Walking across the iron bridge of the Yellow River that was blown up when the Chinese evacuated, "You still expect me to sing you a marching song."

Zhengzhou spit out the dry smoke in his mouth: "Yes, the Luoyang brothers left behind the happy days of having fun and flirting with old friends in the rear, just to support us back to our hometown. We are so grateful that we have no time to cry. How dare we treat you Hum a ditty and have an opinion."

"Then I'll continue? Consider your opinion and change to another song."

Luoyang folded a wild flower.The flower was on the verge of withering, and when the wind blew gently, it immediately scattered into a drizzle of white catkins.Luoyang opened his hands a little sadly, which made Zhengzhou very confused.Luoyang has experienced too much and is no longer moved by this natural phenomenon.Not to mention just wildflowers.

It's not Kao Peony.

"Long lovesickness, in Chang'an...beauties are like flowers separated by clouds. There is a high sky of blueness above, and waves of luscious water below. The sky is far away, and the soul flies away, and the dream soul is difficult to reach Guanshan. Long lovesickness, destroys the heart and liver." ( Note 2)

Zheng Zhou didn't bother to ask him if he thought of Xi'an again.He heard a series of suppressed laughs behind him, and when he turned around, it was Kaifeng who was covering his mouth, his shoulders were shaking non-stop. "Brother Kaifeng? We haven't seen you for most of the morning. Where did you hang out? What's the matter laughing so happily?"

"Need to say, the enemy army is tens of kilometers away, and you are still in the mood to sing and chant poems. You are so elegant and determined." Kaifeng looked up and saw Luoyang, and laughed so hard that he quickly collapsed.

Zhengzhou lit his cigarette again calmly: "It's none of my business. You haven't answered the first question yet, where have you been?"

"I made a phone call, but I didn't go anywhere." Luo Yang expressed doubts, so Kai Feng blushed slightly, "It's the same as Brother Luo Yang reciting poems, just to cheer up the spirit, never again before the war."

"I heard that Shangfeng really wants you to dig a levee," Luoyang said, "Is there no other way? We can still fight..."

Kaifeng smiled bitterly: "It will be too late to dig until we can't dig. Brother Luoyang has worried a lot, so let's take a rest. Let's go to Zhengzhou and go to the embankment to see the terrain."

The Yellow River, a river that is too familiar.There is no need to be present at all, and it can be projected in his mind out of thin air.

On the top there is the high standard of the six dragons returning to the sun, and on the bottom there is the Huichuan where the waves are reversed.

The tools are stacked on the edge of the river bank.He held up a ready shovel.Good weight……

【"Bian, you must be careful. In the end, this is all I can remind you."] He knew what Hangzhou meant.

He knows it all too well.

There is no need to connect the distant past with the present.But he couldn't help it.

At that time, he had just finished the last stroke of the Qingming River Picture; at that time, he was embracing the beauty in his arms and tracing her beautiful crescent eyebrows; In the prosperous and beautiful dream of thousands of years, I never want to wake up for the rest of my life.

Then the golden soldiers broke the city abruptly.

The price of maturity is so great, yet my strength is still so weak.

So much so that I have to rely on you...

Yellow River, are you still our mother river?Are you still willing to listen to our hearts and reject wolves, tigers and leopards from your wanton waves?

Yue Yang stopped Changsha who was about to go out.

"Bring this boxed lunch to Wuhan. There is no big deal, but there must be a reason. The city of Wuhan is extremely hot. I added heat-clearing and detoxifying ingredients to it, which will help keep his mind clear."

Chang Sha took the lunch box and stared blankly at Yue Yang: "You made it?"

"Ah."

"..."

"I was idle and wanted to appetize you or Changde. Seeing that you are looking for the King of Wuhan County, forget it."

"Oh. It scared me to death. I thought you liked that brat! What a beautiful girl with yellow flowers, it would be ruined by him... Ouch!"

"Stop talking, even if I want to develop, I will only find my own family, and I don't know Jiangcheng very well," said other people's stinky boy, what are you who ran around to him for nothing--Yue Yang slandered, and took it back only in Changshatou He tapped a thumping finger, "Okay, you go, be careful on the road."

The curtain of the back room was lifted, revealing Changde: "My lord, go early and return early."

"Ok!"

After Changsha left, Changde, who was wearing grass-green clothes and carrying a bucket of dirty water, got out from under the curtain.

Yue Yang tilted his head and brushed a strand of black hair to his chest: "You're robbing again."

"Oh," Chang De smiled gently, "Stupid, isn't it? Knowing that everyone on the battlefield has a dusty head and a fishy smell. But I like them to be bright and shiny, which makes everyone happy when they see them, and they also have strength. This is The only thing that can protect us now... Young Master Changsha agrees."

"then you……"

"Enough, Yue Yang, I understand what you want to say. This overlaps with our obligations in the war, and I don't ask for anything in return... There are people I like, and there are consistent reasons for fighting for the country and myself. The dream I had long ago has now come true.”

When he left, Yue Yang covered his eyes.The sunlight was so strong that the reflections from the metal barrels on the weapon racks became very harsh.

What about after the dream is fulfilled?

— practice it with your whole life.

If you don't want to break your promise, there is only one way to go.

On the night of June 1938, 6, in the suburbs of Anqing, Anhui Province.

The last two bullets from the east side of the trench flew close to Wuhan's scalp, scrapping a few locks of his hair.Wuhan immediately raised his gun and fired back two shots in the direction where the neutron bullets flew in the dark.The wailing of dying could not be heard here; however, he keenly caught the rattling sound of the low bushes, probably the branches snapped off by the unbearable weight of the human body.He guessed that the soldier who fired the gun rolled down the slope to make such a noise after being hit. Naturally, he didn't "roll down" consciously.

There was no further exchange of fire.The night sky was low, and only the bullet marks on the ground were still recalling the previous encounter.

Tired and careful, Wuhan crawled out of the trenches.The enemy squadron they encountered retreated somehow because of their lack of manpower, but they themselves were driven back three or four miles in the battle.It is difficult to aim precisely in the dark, and the difference in heavy firepower plays a more decisive role than in the daytime.Wuhan really doesn't want to remember any soldier who has advanced and retreated together.It is uncomfortable to think about the lives of several people for the life of a devil. Since the war is far from over, it is better to be numb.

"Back, back to camp," he said curtly to the herald.

Anqing City is a typical town in southern Anhui, with beautiful mountains and clear waters and elegant buildings.On the side of the path back to the city, stretches of lotus ponds are spread out. The lotus blooms one after another in the enthusiasm of summer, and dances with the gentle breeze at night.The lotus leaves overlap, stretching as far as the eye can see, sinking into the quiet night.Wuhan recalled the description in "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond" that was published in the newspaper a few years ago - slim, like a dancing girl's skirt.

How long can beautiful things last?How many days are there for them to enjoy the beauty?

A group of people in Wuhan walked across the lotus pond in a state of drowsiness, half anxiety and unspeakable silence.Wuhan remembers that it was a little way away from the city gate, but there was a cluster of flames swaying in front of it, as if deliberately guarding here to guide them.

It is Changsha.He leaned against the sleeping horse lying on the ground, holding the torch, the fog accumulated in his eyes due to drowsiness was swept away the moment he saw them.

"Xiao Jing!" Changsha waved the torch and waved, "You are back!"

Wuhan quickly recovered from the shock, and he should have gotten used to it by now—it's such a willful friend who keeps getting unexpected, what can we do with him?

"Is the other person in Anqing okay?" Changsha must have come from the city to know something about the situation.Wuhan didn't want to waste the first few sentences on asking how he came here on a whim, and the answer was the same every time.

"He went back to the city in the evening, and I happened to meet him. He missed you patrolling in the suburbs, and wanted to wait until you came back, but..." Changsha saw Wuhan's face tightened, and said with a smile, "I suffered a little flesh injury, plus Too tired, go to sleep first."

"Oh, all right."

"Fortunately, you're fine. You won't be back until midnight. I've been waiting so hard. Hey, your hair...is burnt...poof!"

Only then did Wuhan remember that he forgot to cut off the strand of hair scorched by the bullet. "What are you laughing at? Is this how you treat your friends who escaped death?"

"You ask knowingly. We are not the same as ordinary people, and it is not so easy to be honorable, although we should try our best to avoid it...Anyway, I don't believe that you will be weak enough to be hit in the head."

"I don't believe you are still waiting outside the city." Wuhan suddenly had a secret joy that he had caught something.After saying this, he himself couldn't understand - his childish innocence was aroused?Such a night, such a person?

Changsha turned the torch aside.As soon as the light turned, Wuhan couldn't see his expression clearly, only the other party's rustling voice was clear: "Who called me... who told you that you like to make me worry, don't talk about contacting each other every day, there are only a few battle reports. A word, who knows what you think in your heart, is it hard to hold on? I have told you for 1000 years, but the bird's temper can't be changed!"

"..." Wuhan couldn't argue.Seems like it was his fault?

"Okay, I don't care about you. Xiaojing, keep your eyes open..." Changsha pursed his lips and smiled mysteriously, his pretentious reserve fell apart within two seconds: when he showed the things hidden behind his back to Wuhan, the other party His astonishment made him laugh out loud, and the laugh was exaggerated.

A double lotus.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of sweaty and loaded men, the tightly embracing light red flowers bloom shyly and proudly, with an unshakable sense of presence than anyone present.Because of its beauty, it is easy to break; and because of its beauty, it attracts attention and is carefully protected.

"The road is a bit far away, otherwise I would still like to pick my own flowers. You said it too, Xiao Jing? The lotus field by the Xiangshui can grow the most beautiful lotus."

A dark and stormy night.A group of people just came back from the war.A man stopped in the middle of the way and hindered the journey, so he offered a flower to their commander in full view of the soldiers.

If it was in broad daylight, when everyone's mind and emotion were very normal, Wuhan would have... already collapsed because of the emotional nerves that were too complicated and entangled and could not be expressed.However, on this night that makes people feel especially small and lonely, in the gentle orange light of the torches, even Wuhan has a bit of sentimentality.

So first of all, instead of thinking of the crowd of onlookers behind him, he took over Bing Tilian.

Changsha smiled, this time it was a satisfied and quiet smile.He took the horse, hooked Wuhan's shoulders, and the two led the team forward together.

"Xiao Jing, I suddenly remembered something on the way here. I also sent you flowers in the summer when I was a child. I don't know if it was Bing Dilian. I said at the time, I will marry you when I grow up?"

"...The childhood wish was not fulfilled, I think I should congratulate you."

"That's right! I was too brain-dead when I was young. If you think about it, there is absolutely no future for marrying a guy like you who is ignorant of flair and disregarding other people's ideas and making brothers worry at every turn!"

"Who wants you to be sentimental? It's alright, Ah Xing, I'm tired if you're not tired. Don't talk to me. I want to sleep."

"It's still on the way! Don't worry, we brothers don't wash when we go back, just go to sleep. Oh, by the way, do you want me to share some of your burnt hair? I can't shorten my braid with less..."

Wuhan stared dazedly at the ponytail tied behind Changsha's head, which was always uplifted energetically.He thought that he hadn't seen Changsha with long hair for a long, long time.

In the ports of the island countries in Western Europe, there are bustling crowds, gentlemen and ladies strolling in the sun; blue waves licking the embankment, seabirds competing on the waves, the scene of peace and prosperity is like countless past days, and it seems that it will last forever.

"Staying in the UK for so long, it's really no good to find me." Hong Kong straightened his top hat, and a pair of the same fair-skinned and equally well-dressed combination faced the sparkling sea. spark.

Since the other party’s expression was always numb, Shanghai didn’t want the hippie smile to look too active, so he just pursed his lips: “You have nothing to do when you stay with London, the most you can do is to dance and pick flowers with foreign girls. I want you to say something nice to them, Is it so difficult for Lala to sponsor and help the motherland?"

[To put it simply, why don't you do it yourself?It hurts self-esteem to please others. 】Hong Kong said: "Didn't I agree? The result is not guaranteed. The harm is not painful until it hits us, let alone such a long distance. Human beings are selfish after all."

"Stop." Shanghai raised his hands, "I don't want to discuss human nature with you. You are close to the water, and you have found out their temper, and your success rate is better than ours. Still... thank you."

Hong Kong's eyebrows twitched for a moment: "You said thank you?"

"Help me out, if you don't even know the basics of the language, treat me like I'm in the social circle for nothing."

"I mean private, and sincerely."

The melodious siren sounded.The seabirds circling over the ocean liner all dispersed with a clatter.Shanghai trotted up to the deck and looked at the pier again. The trestle was retracted, and Hong Kong was gone.

"Sincerely?" He murmured, "Maybe..."

"So you had a good time with him."

While talking, Peiping picked up a clean place to sit down, and beat his sore and painful shoulders feebly.He had just finished cleaning his bombed-out office, which was still covered in a layer of white plaster from the ceiling.

"I remember Guangzhou said that sometimes, he is still like our own child," Shanghai said nothing, and Peiping went on to say, "The last time I saw him was ten years ago. Putonghua is always bad."

"It seems that I haven't improved in ten years... Do you miss him?"

Shanghai folded his hands on his chin and stared at Peiping with deep meaning.Beiping's back pain intensified again, but he still answered calmly: "I think. He's not the only one who thinks."

Before the words were finished, Chongqing opened the door and broke in.He put a piece of adhesive tape on the side of his face, and there was a little bit of blood oozing: "Finish the cleaning? Thanks to you, there are not enough manpower, bad luck yesterday, too many rooms were bombed."

Shanghai straightened up sanctimoniously.In fact, he was mainly telling stories to Peiping, and he didn't do much work.

"Peking, I have something to tell you. The anti-Japanese base areas built in the occupied areas plan to expand their influence, and they need the support of allies outside the party." Chongqing took out a piece of paper from his briefcase, "This is a handwritten letter from Yan'an."

Beiping took it, and then said in surprise, "He wants me?"

"Yes. His elder brother Xi'an is a good candidate, but... I have a very good impression of you. What do you think?"

"Me? Of course. Can you arrange for me to go to the northeast?"

Chongqing Zhengse: "No way! You know..."

"Liaoning, Jilin, Heilongjiang, and Chahar have been occupied for nearly ten years since the 'September [-]th' Incident. The organization of the Communist Party has never given up on them. On the contrary, they are somehow in that vast land It's ingrained. Are you worried?"

"Shh!" Chongqing looked outside the door, "Be more subtle, even if you have an unusual status."

"What about them in Shenyang? They can do it?"

"They're different. To be honest, they can't be called back anymore. Besides, it's their home, so don't be ruthless." Chongqing bent over to Beiping, wrinkling his nose in annoyance, "Anyway, the Northeast is too far from the red Soviet Union." Nearly. The People’s Republic and the Communist Party, after all, are two masters, and there is no certain time limit for cooperation. This kind of issue...is not up to Lao Tzu to decide.”

Peiping held on to the chair and stood up: "According to the above, where should I go?"

"Chengdu suggested one. How about Jiangsu?"

Peiping nodded without thinking.

Shanghai smiled: "Congratulations, brother Peiping."

"Thank you Chengdu." Chongqing rolled his eyes, "It's not easy to let you go. Don't get too excited, you won't be leaving right away..."

"Go to Jiangsu, and we will be closer." Peiping said to Shanghai.

"Ah? Yes..."

When Hangzhou went out with luggage, Ningbo and Jiaxing were waiting at the gate of the yard, and they seemed to be waiting for a long time.Jiaxing lowered his head, with a white and slender hand rolling up and down the corner of his clothes.Ningbo's gaze followed Hangzhou until he approached and stopped in front of the two siblings.

"Ningbo, I'm leaving. I'm not here these days, let everyone have a good life, you and Shaoxing and Wenzhou take care of the young children."

The tone in Hangzhou was so calm and breezy as if he was going on an outing alone. The place for the outing was not far in the province, and he would be back within ten days.

Looking at this posture, Ningbo felt that it would be unreasonable for him not to admire his elder brother and the head of the Zhejiang family: he didn't need to deliberately hide his emotions, his emotions were written on his face lightly, varied and steady to the end, Never get windy.He lives with his truest face, which makes people comfortable and cherished, and makes people unable to complain a little bit when he resolutely leaves without discussing with his family.

Ningbo looks like a teenager, but he is not young at all.Most of Hangzhou's life history, he followed behind him and saw clearly.But he couldn't remember why Hangzhou developed the character and temper it has today.

Southern Song Dynasty?There may be a connection with the Southern Song Dynasty, but Ningbo remembers that even when the dynasty was completely destroyed, Hangzhou did not receive such an earth-shattering stimulus, which had a decisive impact on his character.

So, is it Kaifeng?

During the unsuitable days when he fled to the south, Kaifeng changed him subtly.After Kaifeng left, this process did not stop.Although they don't meet very often in peacetime, most of them communicate through letters, and it seems that they can't see anything substantive, which is very inconsistent with the kind of relationship that outsiders understand.

The connection between the two is unfathomably deep.It looks like endless silk, seemingly fragile, but it can't be torn and pulled.

One south and one north, separated by a long distance, sometimes they even have similar accents.

"Brother," Ningbo pointed to his baggage, "do you bring enough clothes? You never wear other people's clothes."

"It's okay, I can't go for a few days."

"Can't go for a few days? Are you still running the railway? How do you get there so that you can come back in a few days?" Ningbo pulled Jiaxing, "Jiaxing, why don't you say a few words."

Jiaxing finally stopped and tugged at the hem of his clothes, blushing for a long time but still unable to speak.

Ningbo shook his head, not to embarrass her, and persuaded: "Brother! Kaifeng City has fallen, you can't find him! Even if you find him, what's the use? Isn't this the expected result? How old is Kaifeng?" If someone digs a garden entrance, won’t he know the danger and avoid it?”

"Siming." Hangzhou called him by his nickname.

"what?"

"It is precisely because he is well aware of the dangers of the flooding of the Yellow River that I want to accompany him. Can you imagine his conflicts and feelings when digging the levee? Can you count how many people will be buried for this? Not just enemies. If I..." Hangzhou's beautiful face turned to the north, and the mist of the West Lake Mountain was steaming towards the sky, which was a blurry world. "Maybe it will collapse after digging."

"But..." Ningbo softened, "We are really worried about you... You are not very good at fighting, and you are easy to be followed. The railway is inconvenient in the hands of the Japanese army. I..."

Jiaxing tugged on Ningbo's cuff: "Let brother go. Brother Shaoxing always said that we don't need to worry about him."

Ningbo lowered his head and said nothing.

Hangzhou smiled slightly: "Thank you, Jiaxing, I won't let you worry - but you in Ningbo, your eyes are not as bright as before, isn't it too stressful this year? Talk to Xiaohu, he will welcome you of."

Ningbo turned around abruptly, facing the camphor tree in the yard.He covered his face with his hands for a long time, so he didn't cry out when Hangzhou hadn't left.

"City Lord, I'm thinking of the folks. I can't dig the Yellow River! We are from Anhui. Every year, the Huaihe River floods and floods hundreds of acres of fertile land. Not only is the year's hope gone, but people are also gone without paying attention! Even if we want to beat devils, we can't hurt our own people like this! Many villages have not been evacuated, how can we bear it...!"

The soldier with a dusty face and cracked palms refused to transport the gunpowder that blew up the embankment of the Yellow River. When he was reprimanded by the officer, he threw himself in front of Kaifeng and knelt on the ground begging him.He is no longer young, his palms are covered with calluses, his sallow face is covered with vertical and horizontal ravines, and his youth has been consumed prematurely by suffering.

There are many Anhui children who are passive and sabotage like him.Those who play in water will drown themselves, and what Kaifeng thinks of him can be summed up in these six words.But he still has to convince him!Kaifeng very much hopes to have someone by his side, such as Zhengzhou...impossible.After the fall of Kaifeng City, the world in Zhengzhou City was in chaos. Zhengzhou and Luoyang were already devastated there and could not lend a helping hand to him.What's more, what good ideas can Zhengzhou come up with?

He helped up the soldiers and persuaded him in a pale official tone: "The devil has made a plan to attack the north of the Dabie Mountains from here and along the Huaihe River. My city is over, and Zhengzhou can't sustain it. If we let it go, Wuhan will be over. There is no other way! This is an order from the military command, can you disobey it?"

The more Kaifeng said, the more guilt spread in his heart like a poisonous insect.You are tired of living for too long. Ordinary people don’t care how much they die, although it’s enough to keep them in the dark (Note 3). For the sake of the country, their short lives are not worth a lot of money!You have been used to watching the Yellow River burst for thousands of years.The scene of people thumping like ants in the flood cannot affect the rotation of the earth!

Do you think so?

You think so!

"Oh!"

There was a loud noise from the direction of the embankment.Kaifeng and Dabing were startled and looked towards the embankment.

The sky is getting brighter, and the morning glow is just beginning to appear. All the officers and soldiers who have been withdrawn have morning light in their eyes, and they are looking at that place intently like them.

The muffled sound shattered the dawn air.The earth trembled, and a huge mushroom cloud rose above the river embankment.This black mushroom grew bigger and bigger, gradually covering half of the sky.

Generations of residents in the Yellow River Basin built embankments with the hardest granite, and they were finally smashed to pieces under the tyrannical power of the Communist Party.

In early June, it is still far from the wet season of the Yellow River.God made a big joke with the soldiers: the diverted river water poured for a while, then gradually fell back, and finally turned into a trickle that only reached the instep.

At the same time, the completely isolated city of Zhengzhou was full of gunshots, and the flames were soaring into the sky.

Kaifeng sat on the broken mattress in Guandi Temple, his eyelids were sore and numb from the choking incense.In front of Guan Yu's memorial tablet, Mr. Jiang, who was in charge of "flood discharge", and the people he sent listed the tribute brought by him, lit incense, and prayed chantingly.

The sky at dusk was still as clear as blue, with no clouds to be seen.The Guandi Temple was dark and full of shadows.The light is turbid, and it makes people turbid.

"Let it rain soon..." This line appears repeatedly in the prayer.

There was no flood to pour out, and Master Jiang Zaizhen was unable to understand the censure from the base camp, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.I had no choice but to listen to the chief of staff's idea, and sent someone to carry the offerings and rush to Guandi Temple to burn incense and pray for rain.Kaifeng was also brought here to show sincerity.

Kaifeng looked at the puppet on the high platform that was blackened by perennial incense.With a red face and long beard, he looked like a mighty figure, and his eyes, as big as copper bells, were hollow but not less serious, scanning all living beings in the temple.

Including his Kaifeng.

Kai Feng suddenly stood up.The overly dense smoke made him uncomfortable, and he really couldn't stay any longer.He dropped the sentence "I'm going out to get some air", and ran outside in a hurry.

Looking around, the land of the Central Plains is immersed in the impenetrable and boundless darkness.

Too quiet.

In the city of Zhengzhou not far away, the sound of guns gradually faded away, but this ominous silence indicated that the enemy was preparing to launch a more violent attack.The defense of Zhengzhou has entered a life-and-death juncture, and a battle may break out at Huayuankou at any time. The fate of success or failure may be decided tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Kaifeng walked a long way along the country road, but still couldn't calm down.The heart beat hard under the huge psychological burden.

He stopped for a while when he reached a small village where he could see the cut-off dike.

"boom!"

Much louder than a blast of dynamite.

Thunderbolts tore apart the night, a smell of sulfur filled the air, and the pale light from lightning turned the world into a blank sheet of paper—the rainy season in 1938 was long overdue.A rare summer rainstorm fell on the long-dry Central Plains.

Kai Feng covered his heart.More than ten kilometers away, he seemed to see Master Jiang leading a group of people stumbling towards the Yellow River embankment. When he saw that the flood at the breach was surging like a waterfall, his knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground, weeping with joy.

But there was no joy in Kaifeng's heart.

The water of the Yellow River, covered in mud and sand, rushed over aggressively, whirling like countless wild horses galloping around.

By the time the villages ahead were alerted, it was too late.People climbed to the roof, climbed to the top of the tree, crying for help before the flood, shaking Kaifeng's eardrums.In the waves, only sparse branches rippling on the water surface, household utensils and dead bodies drifting with the water.There is also a child's cradle among them, and intermittent crying can be heard.

When the flood came to his village, Kaifeng was surrounded by fleeing people, running wildly with their families.

Kaifeng didn't move a step.

He must be crazy, right?

He didn't move.

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Note 1: Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e".The realm of this poem is broad and broad, "not only narrating the feelings of parting, but also accumulating the feelings of the rise and fall of mountains and rivers."

Note 2: Li Bai's "Long Lovesickness".

Note 3: The evacuation of residents was not comprehensive before the burst of the Huayuankou embankment, and because it was the wheat harvest season, many farmers were unwilling to leave.During the process of digging the embankment, ordinary people's sight was blocked. During the Anti-Japanese War, the Chongqing government's rhetoric was always caused by the Japanese bombing, so it was said to be "kept in the dark".