The sister who pestered me downstairs taught me those two songs and spent the afternoon ripping her tapes. I still remember that sunny Sunday afternoon, I closed all the doors and windows of the house and turned up the volume to a high volume, (to ensure the volume effect without a trace of noise) Mom also sat quietly on the sofa with a smile and endured With the "noise" rampant (thank you mom).
After the recording is complete, whenever I have time, I will sit next to the tape recorder and listen, sing along and memorize the lyrics. After a long time, I took it out and found that what I wrote down at that time was actually correct.
Thinking about it, the seeds of deep love for Russia may have been planted from that time.
"Forty One" was very sad when I finished reading the novel. The meaning of those azure blue eyes is very important not only to Mariutka but also to me.
"Song of the Soldiers" was also written by Chukhlai. The actor playing Alyosha is said to be making a movie for the first time. When I saw Alyosha facing the chief's questioning, he shyly and frankly admitted that he resisted the two tanks not because he was brave, but because he was afraid of throwing away the communication tool and running away. He blurted out and went home to see his mother to help him repair the roof. When he saw that his request was granted, he rushed out the door without hesitation. When he saw the other party regretting the torn field newsletter with his photo printed on it, he said what a pity it was a pity to stay. When he was just scratching his head embarrassedly in memory of him, he suddenly felt a sense of pity, just like looking at a younger brother whom he knew and loved very well.
When they met Shula on the train, the two of them leaned against the haystack to look at the stars, and remembered that they had had such an experience. Every summer in the high school campus, the weeds on the playground grow wildly high. There was hardly anyone on the runway at night. Near the wall, the sycamore grows very tall, its branches and branches stretch all the way to the sky, and there are only fine and mottled shadows on the ground. Sometimes the moon is very nice, looking through the branches like the face of a shy little girl. Occasionally the wind blows, rustling, and the light and shadow flow underground. Although the senior year of high school still escaped the evening self-study and ran to the playground, lying on the grass watching the sky without doing anything. I remember us sitting on the ping pong table casually, trying not to look at each other's faces, a little nervous, slightly embarrassed. Maybe it was because the twilight was gradually darkening, or maybe it was because of the gusts of bright wind blowing, and I gradually believed that this place was only us, so my thoughts became active. Start trying to distinguish the various sounds in the wind, it may be sparrows, or crows, or frogs croaking from somewhere in the pond. Do not speak, just listen quietly, there will be a feeling of eternity. I always felt that the sound of summer was only heard most carefully at that time, and the scenery of that summer was already worth a lifetime of memories.
So seeing Alyosha and Shula standing on a crowded train, hugging deeply out of the window among so many people, passing through the mountains and the stars in the deep night sky, will be infinitely melancholy. The things that I thought I had forgotten are still there.
Superimposed shots kept appearing, Shula, who kept running following the slowly moving train, finally failed to let Alyosha hear her address, she stopped and turned to leave as she watched the departing train, leaving us with infinite loneliness. back. Love is short but forgetting is long.
The lame soldier was reluctant to go home for fear that he would be a burden to his wife. Young Alyosha shouted that you don't know your wife. You don't know how eager your wife is for you to go back. An old man taps his shoulder, a young man go home. The moment the lame soldier and his wife hugged on the platform, all dissatisfaction evaporated. I used to hate this kind of person who said that for the sake of the other party, he did not tell the truth and left forever, but because of his weakness, he imagined the other person who loved him deeply as a timid person who would back down when he encountered a little setback. This is not only a slander to the other party. It's also a slander against himself, but I think it's just because of love.
The soap that I worked so hard to save is not only my own mind but also the minds of my comrades in arms, just to let you know how much I love you. So Alyosha would angrily snatch the door from the ornately decorated house and rush upstairs like the wind to take the soap without even leaving the wrapping paper. When I was moved by this young enthusiasm, I couldn't help but feel deeply sorry for why I remembered my wife but forgot to send a message to my father.
My child never came back. He was buried far away from home, perhaps on a high mountain, where people called him a warrior, a hero, a liberator, and laid flowers on his grave, and all who walked by would say how beautiful flower.
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