This is an emotional drama of the war years.
Her name is Li Dongmei, a female political commissar of the Eighth Route Army.
When she died, her son was only two years old. She will always be the girl who hasn't had time to be a bride properly yet.
When she was eighteen years old, she was saved by a poor boy wielding a hatchet at a temple fair. That side has become the deepest thoughts in each other's hearts.
Before leaving, she picked up his broken button and kept it for four years.
We meet again when the mountains and rivers are broken.
He is the leader and she is the political commissar. The two fought side by side, through life and death. She kept hiding that button close to her body, just like he was keeping her company.
That night, she volunteered to enter Pingdu City to persuade the enemy chieftain to surrender. Before leaving, she took off the longevity lock from her son's neck and put it on herself.
"Wearing it, it's like the ears of wheat are accompanying me," she said.
Gao Liang shook her hand again and again: "I'll wait for you to come back."
But this wait is a lifetime.
She was ambushed in the city, stabbed seven times and died of blood.
Before she died, what she shouted was: "Tell Gao Liang that I don't regret it! Let Maisui grow up well!"
When the news came, my hair turned gray overnight.
At the foot of Pingdu City, he took his son and said word by word to the city that she could not get out of.
"Dongmei, just watch. I will take this city for you."
Artillery fire was raging and red flags were flying.
When the trumpet of victory sounded, he saw her in a trance - she was standing on the tower wearing the washed white military uniform, smiling and waving to him.
That year, she was twenty-nine years old.
That year, New China was about to be born.
Reader comments
Love tempered by war is louder than guns.
Li Dongmei grew up from a rich girl to a political commissar of the Eighth Route Army, melting tenderness and iron bones into an unshakable red flag.
This is not a romantic legend, but a song of faith written by a generation with their youth and passion - where the stone thunder blooms, the bride will always be fragrant.
This book has reached its climax, with highlights and surprises in every chapter.
Looking back on that era of war, how many revolutionary patriots shed their lives and blood to drive the invaders out of their homes and sacrificed their lives for national independence and people's freedom and democracy. We will always remember the bloody fighters in the Anti-Japanese War!
This book is very beautiful and reproduces the brutal war scenes of that year.
. Objective and true, inherit history, and carry forward the great anti-war spirit
Love tempered by war is louder than guns. Li Dongmei grew up from a rich girl to a political commissar of the Eighth Route Army, melting tenderness and iron bones into an unshakable red flag. This is not a romantic legend, but a song of faith written by a generation with their youth and passion - where the stone thunder blooms, the bride will always be fragrant. This book has reached its climax, with highlights and surprises in every chapter.
Looking back on that era of war, how many revolutionary patriots shed their lives and blood to drive the invaders out of their homes and sacrificed their lives for national independence and people's freedom and democracy. We will always remember the bloody fighters in the Anti-Japanese War!
This book is very beautiful and reproduces the brutal war scenes of that year.
. Objective and true, inherit history, and carry forward the great anti-war spirit