A trip to Hadapu: A trip to Hadapu on a rainy night (2)

A trip to Hadapu: A trip to Hadapu on a rainy night (2)

Li sanxiang

In Hadapu at night, the street is decorated with the glow of lights, because I just caught up with this autumn rain and walked on a journey with few pedestrians, feeling that it is a poetic and beautiful realm, which makes people intoxicated. In the richness and peace of reality, with the red five-star dressed in the shadow of the roadside from time to time, or a red flag obliquely inserted under the eaves in front of the building, from the banner of the words "the first army of the Chinese Red Army of Workers and Peasants" or "the second army of the Chinese Red Army of Workers and Peasants", the figures and teams of Red Army soldiers have crossed the historical picture in the past years, which makes people feel that what happened here is so striking and vivid, and it is so long and vicissitudes. The years that have passed in a hurry have witnessed and sent away the heroic team that once fought in the battlefield and the special era full of hope and tragic history, but what can never be taken away is the immortal national spirit of a generation of great men and his comrades-in-arms, which has taken root in this red land. It is their generation who, with their heroic spirit, with their own light, with their lofty sentiments and feats of breaking through Helan Mountain, expressed and carried forward the fearless revolutionary heroism. In the arduous and sinister environment, they explored all the way, advanced step by step with unprecedented perseverance and heroism, crossed the Long March, and forged the soul of the red culture of the Chinese nation in the footsteps of the times.

Today, here, a red flag with the words "Chinese Workers and Peasants Red Army" embedded in a white border and a red background, a group of statues decorated in the lobby of the ancient town restaurant, lined with red flags with sickles and axes, are presenting and telling the historical scenes of the military and civilians in silent language. Instantly expresses a monument and inherits the immortal spirit. The child who looked up at the Red Army soldier with a tender face handed the portable bamboo basket to the red army soldier's right hand, next to a young mother wearing a Li hat, and handed me a pair of cloth shoes. What they face is the posture and smiling face of the Red Army soldiers, while the figure of the opposite young soldier, with a gun and a knife on his shoulder, presents a touching scene of the soldiers and civilians in those days through the combination of these three people. On the opposite wall hung a set of red themed pictures that witnessed and reflected Hadapu in different historical periods. Impression of the ancient town, Hadapu, China, the information is silent, but the waves recorded and retained in the long history are the highlights and souls of red tourism, its rich cultural heritage and revolutionary spirit.

Walking in this street, watching, watching and walking, walking, there are winter eggplant and Gesanghua, autumn chrysanthemum and artificially planted marigold on the roadside. Along the ground on both sides of the street, there are street trees from time to time, attracting their attention. People appreciate and experience a different kind of scenery, a red land with a curious and inquiring mind. When my footprints were about to walk out of the street, I saw that there were few lights here, and the street seemed a little lonely. But on the opposite building, there are bright lights embedded in two box windows on the second floor, and this dark street is reflected through the glass screen window. Here is on the edge of Hadapu Street. In the dark background, there is no one on the street, only private cars passing by from time to time. I can't help thinking of watching open-air movies when I was a child. The night plot presented in the story is related to the Long March of the Red Army and the lights of people in the war environment. I can't help but have a sense of history through space. Perhaps, if such a scene appeared in front of the team 86 years ago, what kind of excitement would it be when they came here after a long journey, marched in a hurry with their tasks, and lit up the night of their journey through the windows of local people? These heroes, who shoulder the historical mission and the future and destiny of a nation, have traveled through time and space and brought hope and historical light to the local people. The space distance from the lower street where the station and accommodation are located to the upper street where the Red Army Long March Memorial Hall is located is 1.500 meters, but when I crossed this street and stood in front of the gate of the Red Army Long March Memorial Hall in Hadapu, I looked at the time display on my mobile phone, and it was already 2 1:40 in the evening, which was a whole hour and 20 minutes. Perhaps, taking a trip along this street and harvesting yourself is indeed a historical and cultural journey through time and space.