On the Eve of Admission to Peking University, I Returned to Northeast Kangtou

At the age of 73, I broke an antique mirror. When I opened my eyes again, I was on the fire bed of the Northeast Construction Corps in 1969. A familiar Shanghainese accent came to my ears: "Lin Weiwei, get up and start cutting!" ——This is my roommate when I was 17 years old, Sun Chunmei, who died of a work-related injury three months ago. When logging in the forest, I relied on my memory to save Zhao Jianguo, an educated youth from Tianjin who was almost killed. He rubbed his bruised wrist and asked with a smile: "How could I know that the wood was about to fall?" I looked at the young face of my husband who later became an aircraft carrier expert and burst into tears. This time, we not only want to be admitted to Peking University together, We must also let all our comrades live——