Li Tingyan

Brother Cunzhou is like meeting: Suddenly I heard the news that the Japanese pirates had surrendered, and I was overjoyed. That night, the city of Yan'an was filled with torches like daylight, and cheers shook the surrounding areas. In front of my independent cave dwelling, I saw stars hanging over the plains. It was as if I was sitting in the west wing of the capital on an autumn night twenty-seven years ago. My brother taught me "New Youth", and now the war has set off the nine regions of the prairie. I recall my first encounter in the martial arts in the Wuwu year. My brother generously donated his money, which not only redeemed my broken body, but also enlightened me from ignorance. In the next ten years, my brother was imprisoned many times, but fortunately, my brother never abandoned me. However, my brother ignored me and secretly helped the revolution. Whenever I think about this, I often feel that meeting my brother in this life is really a gift from God. I still remember the mutiny in the capital in the 1960s. My brother protected me from the chaos in the cellar of Guangji Hall. We read "Collected Works of Marx" together under the kerosene lamp. The swaying lanterns of today's cave dwelling actually overlap with the light and shadow of those years. Since the hasty farewell to Shanghai in the year of Xinwei, the fourteen years of Spring and Autumn have passed by suddenly. My younger brother followed the army to fight in Hunan and Jiangxi, and he often remembered his sincere words in the snowy mountains and swamps. My elder brother was in the business world behind enemy lines. Every time he got a "Declaration" containing good business deeds in Jinmen, he knew that his elder brother must be planning something. Last year, during the Taihang counter-attack, when medicines were in dire straits, aid materials were suddenly obtained from the private sector, and wounded soldiers cried while holding sulfa powder. There must be a brother's heart among them. The pain of traveling across mountains and rivers and the friendship of sending help in times of need can be understood even if you think about it. As this good news spreads frequently, I would like to raise a toast to my brother in the foreign market in Shanghai. However, despite the joy, I was filled with regret - we had made an appointment to travel to Xiangshan together in the Taipei period, but now, although the Japanese invasion has subsided, the date of their return has not yet been determined. Brother Wen has used his pharmaceutical factory to protect many comrades in recent years, and he hopes to take good care of them. When red flags are planted all over China one day, you and I will continue our unfinished parting talks. My brother should bring two jars of Fen wine to celebrate with his brother. Reading the book, it's like seeing a smiling face. Paper is short but love is long, photo by Fu Weizhen. Shi Yi Mengqiu in the year of Yiyou in a cave dwelling in Yan'an Purpose: Both your body and name will be destroyed, and the eternal flow of rivers will not be destroyed.