The Fighting Youth

Author: Xueke
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Publish Date: 2005-01-01
Features: The wind scattered the clouds, and the sky cleared. The rising sun shone through a vibrant red band of clouds, casting brilliant rays of dawn. In the glow of the light, the solemn and beautiful faces of the three sisters seemed to appear. The thunderous voice of Xu Feng echoed: "Living people, fight to the end! The whole world is about to dawn!" The years of battle, the youth of battle, composed a song of life. You may know their names, or you may not, but no matter what, their names should be remembered forever.
The north wind swept the rolling yellow sand, roaring fiercely as it raged across the boundless fields, swirling up broken branches and fallen leaves, and rushing towards the Hutuo River. The river was churned into waves by the fierce wind, and the surging waves crashed against the sandy banks. The setting sun was hidden behind the sandstorm, becoming dim and yellow. The mournful sound of the wind was mixed with the distant sound of machine gun fire and the rumble of artillery. The bugle calls of the Qingkangxian and the whistles of the children's group echoed in the storm. At this moment, a group of women, laughing and talking, brought a beautiful girl out of the rustling forest of Hua Hua Mountain. She wore a blue and white checkered dress, with a green floral cloth file under her left arm, and walked towards the white poplar-covered hilltop, her chest full and facing the wind. A fierce gust of wind rushed towards her, pushing her back two steps. She stubbornly faced the strong wind and reached the top of the hill. The wind swept up her shoulder-length black hair and the collar of her dress, blowing across her slightly tanned face. She frowned, her fine, straight black eyebrows forward, as if she had a thousand worries. She was Xu Feng, the head of the Zaoyuan District Women's Anti-Japanese Salvation Association, who had just returned from the District Committee meeting in Gao Village and was sent to Zhang Village to continue her work according to the division of labor. As she walked, her mind was a tangled mess: the enemy's "mopping-up campaign" might suddenly arrive at any moment. If the preparations for counter-mopping were not good enough, it would be a source of great anxiety. To make matters worse, she was burdened with a secret worry: her love for Hu Wenyu, the District Committee Secretary, had grown deeper every day, yet their conflicts seemed to increase as well.