Long River of Copper

A copper coin flows through the long river of blood, and half of the epic is written on the backbone of China. In 1901, there was a severe drought in eastern Henan. The abandoned infant Sun Laifu, who was abandoned in the Sun family ancestral hall, started his legendary life spanning the century while holding a Kangxi Tongbao. The ruins of the ancestral hall were his cradle, the gunshots of the Revolution of 1911 were his nursery rhymes, and the fire of the Great Revolution burned in his calloused palms. When the blood of his beloved Chunni dyed the square hole of the copper coin red, and when the cotton-padded clothes of the front team froze into the ice armor of the Huaihai Battle, this man who grew from the grass roots carried the dawn of the nation with his back. From protecting the ancient locust tree against the false fire of large-scale steelmaking, to pressing the fingerprints with copper coins on the contract; from the five grains of sorghum held tightly in the fields where people died of hunger, to the account pages flying in the spring tide of reform and opening up - this copper coin that was tossed among abandoned infants, guerrilla trenches, construction sites, and the reform frontline was engraved with China's simplest survival wisdom and most heroic feelings for home and country. Don't ask about the vicissitudes of a hundred years, just look at the new buds on the old locust tree, pulling out spring branches from the bullet holes. When the great-granddaughter cast the copper coins into the space commemorative medal, and the "Eastern Red" song from space resonated with the ancient bell of the ancestral hall, we knew that this long historical river opened with blood and resilience had already turned into a spiritual puree belonging to the entire nation in the interaction of patina and cinnabar. This is an epic song dedicated to the unknown: When fate crushed him into dust and mud, he held out spring from the dust and mud.