The late bus from Dancheng to Qiancang is 3:55, and the transportation in the city is mainly on foot, so if I buy groceries and go to Dancheng that morning, I usually stay in Dancheng for one night.

I don't have anyone to call a friend in Dan City, and the whole town is a completely foreign place to me, but it's also full of novelties.

At that time, I didn't have the habit of taking a nap, so after eating lunch, I turned from the guest house to the street that crossed perpendicular to the county street.

There are also few storefronts on the street, and there are basically public units, individuals or public houses mixed with scattered storefronts.

Compared with the hometown of Maozhi and Xiaosha, the place is a little bigger, the road is a little wider, the house is a little higher, and there are a little more people.

The biggest difference is that there are many stalls on the sidewalks on both sides of the road, mainly selling knitted clothing.

I have long heard that Juexi Light Textile near Dancheng is very developed, and it has been connected to Shanghai for a long time.

Packed knitted underwear is piled on small square tiles on the sidewalk, and the branches of the street trees are covered with samples, and in some places strings are pulled between trees to hang various samples on the lines.

There are some places where people gather, and it looks quite lively.

There was a photo studio across the road, so I hurried in and took a picture.

I haven't had a photo taken since I put on my uniform, and I'm anxious for my family and relatives to see me in a military uniform.

A little east of the photo studio is the Xinhua Bookstore, where I spent a lot of time, flipped through a few books, and bought a magazine at the end.

Back at the guest house, I asked the waiter:

"Is there a martyr's cemetery in Xiangshan?"

"Yes. Just go out on the right hand side of the road a few dozen meters. ”

In my mind at the time, when I was studying, going to the county seat once a year to pay respects to the martyrs' tombs was tourism, and the best place I had ever seen was the martyrs' cemetery.

I turned around and went to find where I wanted to go.

Less than 100 meters to the right out of the guest house, next to the county government compound is the Xiangshan County Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall.

Walking into the gate, the cypress is lush and the ancient camphor is towering.

In the middle of the courtyard is a square flower bed, standing a monument 6 to 7 meters high, and the front is engraved with the words "Revolutionary Martyrs Are Immortal" inscribed by Guo Moruo.

I immediately thought of the jade-white gatehouse at the entrance of the Zhoushan Martyrs Cemetery with the inscription "Sea and Mountain Enhancement", which was also the word of Guo Lao, which brought me closer to each other.

The north head is a small cobblestone scripture, which leads directly to the martyr's deeds Chen Lie Hall.

The hall is a palace-like antique building, with 4-500 square meters, arrayed with the remains and deeds of more than 100 martyrs.

In front of the portrait of one of the martyrs, a wreath laid by his descendants is placed just now, which makes the whole atmosphere even more solemn.

I went from left to right, one by one.

When I saw Yin Fu's name, I was a little shocked.

When I was in high school, I repeatedly memorized the names of the "Five Martyrs of the Left Union": Roushi, Hu Yepin, Yin Fu, Li Weisen, and Feng Keng.

It seemed so abstract back then, and it seemed far away from me.

At this time, I looked at his young photos, read his life and love word by word, and flashed the words of Lu Xun's "For the Memory of Forgetting" that I had memorized countless times in my mind - "Endure watching your peers become new ghosts, and angrily look for small poems in the knife thicket." ”

Yin Fu came from a wealthy family, but he gave up the protection of his older brother, who was a Kuomintang officer.

He pursued freedom, pursued truth, was not afraid to go to prison four times, and gave his young life at the age of 21.

At this time, Bai Mang, Xu Bai, and Love, his pen names became so easy to remember.

At this time, I also feel very honored to have the opportunity to protect this land of heroes.

Later, I walked into that courtyard alone many times, silently talking to his uninhibited soul, and repeatedly listening to him, "I am Haiyan, I am the spike of the times!" "And other immortal verses.

To this day, I have not forgotten the couplets on both sides of the main entrance of the memorial:

Save the nation from birth and death, and cry ghosts and gods, revitalize China, and make great efforts to govern the mountains and rivers.