What is the original name of Seven Matches?

The original text of "Seven Matches" is

At dawn, the rain stopped.

The weather in the grassland is strange. It is obviously a good weather with a bright moon and few stars. Suddenly a cold wind blows, and thick clouds seem to emerge from the plains, covering the sky tightly for an instant, and then There was a heavy rain, mixed with hail as big as chestnuts, pouring down at random.

Lu Jinyong stuck his head out from the bushes and looked around. The entire grassland was immersed in a mist of rain and fog, no one could be seen or heard; the grass washed by the heavy rain lay smooth in the mud as if it had been combed with a comb, and even the road could not be seen clearly. . The sky was still gloomy, and occasionally a few hailstones fell down, hitting the turbid green water and splashing a handful of waves. He sighed sadly. He fell behind because of an inflamed calf wound. He had been traveling day and night for two days. He originally wanted to catch up with the group today, but he encountered an unfortunate heavy rain and was delayed for half the night.

He cursed the weather, emerged from the bushes, and stretched himself. A gust of cool wind made him shiver a few times. Only then did he realize that his clothes were completely soaked.

"It would be great if there was a fire to keep warm!" He twisted his clothes hard and thought while looking at the water droplets running down his trousers. He also knew that this was a delusion - not only now, but the day before he fell behind, his company had already had to eat raw dry food because there was no fire starter. But he still put his hands into his pants subconsciously. Suddenly, his hand touched something sticky. He felt happy and hurriedly knelt down and turned over his pocket. Sure enough, there was a handful of highland barley flour stuck to the bottom of the bag; the flour had been soaked by the rain and turned into a thin paste. He carefully scraped off the paste and found a lump as big as an egg. He pinched the piece of dough sparingly, sometimes shaping it into a long shape, and sometimes shaping it into a round shape. He couldn't help but secretly rejoice: "Fortunately, I didn't find it yesterday morning!"

I haven't eaten anything all day and night. , now that I have seen something edible, I feel even more unbearably hungry. In order not to swallow it in one gulp, he shaped the dough into a long strip and was about to bring it to his mouth when he suddenly heard a low cry:

"Comrade——"

The sound was so weak and low, as if it came from underground. He was stunned for a moment, then limped towards the sound.

Lu Jinyong staggered across two ditches and came under a small tree, only to see clearly the person who said hello. He was half-lying there, leaning against the roots of a tree, with a pool of turbid water under his body. It seemed that he had not moved for a long time. His expression was even more frightening: his hair, which was wet from the rain, was like a piece of black felt stuck to his forehead, and water was dripping along his hair and cheeks. The eye sockets sunk deeply, and the eyes were closed feebly. Only the Adam's apple under the palate was shaking up and down, and the chapped lips opened and closed to make a low sound: "Comrade!—Comrade!—"< /p>

Hearing Lu Jinyong's footsteps, the comrade opened his eyes with difficulty and struggled a bit as usual. He seemed to want to sit up, but he couldn't move.

Looking at this scene, Lu Jinyong felt as if something had been rubbed into his eyes, which made him feel sour. In the two days since he fell behind, this was the third time he saw his comrades fall. "He must be starving!" he thought, quickly took a step forward, put his arms around the comrade's shoulders, handed the bit of highland barley noodles to the comrade's mouth and said: "Comrade, eat some quickly!"

The comrade raised his absent-minded eyes, glanced at Lu Jinyong blankly, raised his hand with difficulty to push his arm away, moved his lips several times, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "No, No...it's useless."

Lu Jinyong's hand stopped in mid-air, not knowing what to do for a moment. He looked at the face that was blackened by the cold wind and rain, and the raindrops hanging on the face, and thought painfully: "If there was a fire and a cup of hot water, maybe he could survive!" He raised his hand and thought. He started to look at the misty distance, then grabbed the comrade's wrist and said, "Let's go, let me help you walk!"

The comrade closed his eyes and shook his head without answering. Come here to accumulate all your strength. After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes, pointed his right hand at his left armpit, and said urgently: "This...here!"

Lu Jinyong inserted his hands into the wet clothes in confusion. At this moment, he felt that his comrade's chest was as cold as his clothes. He took out a hard paper bag from the man's armpit and handed it to the comrade's hand. The comrade opened the paper package with a trembling hand. It was a party card. When he opened the party card, there was a small pile of matches lined up inside. Burnt matches. The red match heads are clustered together, pressing in the center of the vermilion seal, like a cluster of flames dancing.

"Comrade, look at..." The comrade waved to Lu Jinyong. When he came closer, he stretched out a stiff finger and carefully fiddled with the matches one by one, counting in a low voice. : "—, two, three, four..."

There are seven matches in one ***, but he counted them for a long time.

After counting, he looked at Lu Jinyong inquiringly, as if to say: "Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand!" Lu Jinyong nodded happily, thinking: "This is great now. Done!" He seemed to see a red fire, and he was hugging this comrade and nestling beside the fire...

At this moment, he found that the comrade's face seemed to relax. The deathly gray color in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and a joyful light burst out. I saw him folding up his party card, holding it in both hands, like holding a bowl full of water, carefully putting it into Lu Jinyong's hand, holding it tightly together, his eyes straight. Staring at his face.

"Remember, this, this belongs to everyone!" He suddenly withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, raised it with all his strength, and pointed directly to the north: "Okay, good comrade... you... you bring it to..."

The words stopped here. Lu Jinyong felt his arms suddenly sink! His eyes were blurred. The trees in the distance, the grass nearby, the wet clothes, the closed eyes... everything is like the entire grassland, misty, only the hand is clear, it is held high, like a A road sign pointed straight in the direction of the Long March troops...

Lu Jinyong walked very fast on the road from now on. When darkness fell, he overtook the rearguard. In the endless dark night, clusters of bonfires burned. The soldiers, who had been tumbling in the wind, rain and mud for several days, talked and laughed around the raging wildfire, with a layer of mist rising from their soaked clothes, and the wild vegetables in the porcelain bowls making a "hissing" sound. With... Lu Jinyong quietly walked to the instructor of the rear guard company. Reflecting the flickering firelight, he opened the party card with trembling fingers and handed the remaining six matches to the instructor's hand one by one. At the same time, he counted in a strange tone:

"One, two, three, four..."

"Seven Matches" is a novel published in 1958, written by Wang Yuanjian.

The content describes that during the Long March, heavy rain poured on the prairie. A Red Army soldier who was dying handed his party card and seven parched matches inside the party card to his comrade and asked him to hand it over to the party organization. After saying that, he closed his eyes peacefully. The comrade caught up with the team, lit a bonfire for the soldiers, and then handed the remaining six matches and party cards to the instructor. The details of the work are touching and reflect the noble character of the revolutionary warriors. The protagonist of the article is not Lu Jinyong, who has been written about in a lot of words, but an unknown soldier with noble character.

Wang Yuanjian (1929-1991), a contemporary writer from Xiangzhou, Xiangzhou Town, Shandong Province. He once served as a director of the Chinese Writers Association and director of the Art Department (Writers' Class) of the People's Liberation Army Art Academy. In July 1944, he went to the anti-Japanese base area and participated in revolutionary work. He served as a propagandist, member of the cultural troupe, newspaper editor and reporter in the army. In 1945, he joined the People's Liberation Army. In 1952, he served as editor of "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art". In the same year, he began to publish short stories such as "Party Dues" and "Food Story". From 1956 to 1966, he participated in the editing work of the "30 Years of the People's Liberation Army Essay Competition" - the anthology of revolutionary memoirs "A Sparkling Prairie Fire". He had the opportunity to systematically study the history of the party and the army, and came into contact with more revolutionaries of the older generation, which made him The creative themes are richer and the writing style is more concise. He also successively wrote more than ten short stories such as "Seven Matches", "A Company of Three", and "Political Commissar of the Detachment". Wang Yuanjian has been committed to novel creation. In 1974, he and Chen Zhuguo created the first script "Shining Red Star", which portrayed the story of Pan Dongzi and others yearning to join the revolution in the 1930s, when the struggle between the Chinese Communist Party and the Kuomintang was fierce. red child image. The children's inner feelings are deeply portrayed, the characters of several children are distinct and unique, and the characters' language is vivid and cute. The image is authentic, relatable and unforgettable. The play has a rigorous structure, clear layers and strong drama. In 1976, he continued to publish 10 short stories including "Signpost" and "Footprints". Published short story collections include: "The Story of Food", "Descendants", "Ordinary Workers", and "Selected Novels of Wang Yuanjian". In 1978, he served as screenwriter and director of the literary department of Bayi Film Studio. Director of the Literature and Art Department of the People's Liberation Army Academy of Arts. The fourth and fifth directors of the China Film Association.

His excellent works have been translated into many languages ??and distributed around the world, and his biography has been included in the "Chinese Celebrity Dictionary" and the British "World's Who's Who"

Reference materials

Wang Yuanjian. "Wang Yuanjian's Novels" "Selection". Unknown: Unknown, 1958