Chapter 683 "Dream Camel Bell"

The song "Dream 1 Camel Bell" is the work of Tan Jianchang and Xiaoxuan. The singers include Fei Yuqing, Zhang Mingmin, and Gao Shengmei. There are countless singers who cover the song, but the version sung by the author Tan Jianchang actually has more family and country feelings.

Fei Yuqing's singing is too soft, Zhang Mingmin's singing is more like homesickness, and Tan Jianchang's singing is more vicissitudes, and has a heavier sense of history.

Standing at the gate of the military camp, Xu Nuo looked at the weathered soldiers and sang.

"Climbing the high peak to look at my hometown, the yellow sand is thousands of miles long,

Where is the sound of camel bells coming from, and the sound is knocking on my heart."

For some reason, the soldiers had the urge to cry when they heard this song.

Even though Xu Nuo's voice was powerful, it couldn't resist their low mood.

Everyone thought it was a song about homesickness. Climbing the high peak to look at my hometown, it was an obvious scene of homesickness.

However, everyone had an indescribable feeling, and their intuition told them that this was not a simple song about homesickness.

"I hope to embark on the road of longing, flying over thousands of miles of mountains,

The geese returning from the horizon are covered with colorful clouds, where is my hometown."

It is still singing about homesickness, but it makes everyone feel that it is not just that.

Xu Nuo played the guitar and looked into the distance.

The sound of the guitar became hurried, a little excited, but also a little heavy.

"The wind and sand cannot blow away the blood marks of history,

The wind and sand cannot blow away the paleness, the blood and tears of the begonia."

The head of the regiment almost couldn't hold back his tears, and tears rolled in his eyes.

He knew the blood and tears of the begonia.

When he first came here, he was still a new soldier, and the instructor told him what "begonia leaves" were.

"The terrain of our country is like a begonia leaf. It extends out of the Bohai Sea like the stem of the leaf, and extends west to the Pamir Mountains like the tip of the leaf. All provinces and vassal states make up the entire leaf."

"The begonia leaf is to the north." The instructor looked into the distance, his voice full of loneliness, "We can't get it back."

At that moment, Captain Liu was filled with anger, and he wanted to pick up his weapon and rush to the opposite side.

But he couldn't.

"Remember, guard this line! Guard it with your life!"

The instructor's words have been many years, but they have been echoing in Captain Liu's mind as if it was yesterday.

Guarding this line is the last thing he can do.

The story of the begonia leaf has been passed down in this camp, generation after generation, for decades. Every soldier will hear this story when talking to the instructor.

The wind blew in the barracks, and the sandstorm was a bit strong, and the soldiers burst into tears.

Xu Nuo stood at the door, tears falling from his eyes.

He knew that the soldiers understood what the blood and tears of the crabapple meant. This was humiliation, a scar, and an unforgettable pain.

In the camera, the soldiers stood stubbornly in the wind. They stood straight, letting their tears rage in the wind and sand.

The program team had a serious face, Lin Wanqing's eyes were red, and everyone's expression was heavy.

The audience in the live broadcast room was a little surprised.

"Why are they all crying?"

"Isn't this song a homesick song? It's not that everyone is crying, right?"

Some people really don't know, and there is no crabapple in their knowledge reserves.

The world only knows the rooster picture, who still remembers the crabapple tears.

It has been too long since the crabapple leaves were divided, so long that it seems like several centuries have passed.

The crabapple leaves were forgotten, and the rooster picture was mentioned repeatedly, making everyone think that China seemed to be like the rooster picture.

But some people remember.

Captain Liu burst into tears, and the soldiers cried.

Xiao Sa clenched his teeth, and Lin Wanqing stared at the north in a daze.

Zhao Lei was old, and his face was red.

They all knew about that humiliating history, and they all knew about the millions of square kilometers of land that were divided.

In front of the screen, Li Tongchen hummed softly.

"The wind and sand cannot blow away the paleness, the blood and tears of the crabapple", over and over again, singing with tears.

Someone popularized this history in the live broadcast room, and the audience in the live broadcast room was silent.

Yes, the powerful motherland once had a weak time, and those powers took advantage of the dragon's illness to rob.

The begonia leaves were divided up bit by bit, and finally became the rooster's cry of the world today.

When will the rooster return to the crabapple?

This is an idea buried in the hearts of many people, but it's a pity that this idea may never be realized.

In peacetime, we may never have the opportunity to return to the crabapple leaves.

3 million square kilometers of land, from the hometown of camel bells, has become a distant foreign land. This is the most difficult pain for the Chinese nation.

Xu Nuo let the tears flow, and the guitar in his hand made a burst of mournful sounds.

Every word is pleasing to the ear, every word is touching to the heart, and it makes people cry.

"Climbing the peak to look at my hometown, the yellow sand is thousands of miles long.

Where does the sound of camel bells come from? The sound hits my heart.

I hope to embark on the road of longing, flying over thousands of miles of mountains.

The geese returning from the horizon are covered with colorful clouds, where is my hometown."

With tears in his eyes, Captain Liu sang along loudly.

His singing was not professional, out of tune, out of tune, and rough, like the biting wind in the northwest, cutting through everyone's ears like a knife.

But no one thought it was unpleasant, and the soldiers sang along.

Don't remember the lyrics? It doesn't matter. Can't find the tune? It doesn't matter, just sing along.

"The wind and sand have aged the years, but they can't age my longing.

How many nights have I dreamed of returning to Qinguan? The wind and sand can't blow away the bloodstains imprinted in history.

The wind and sand can't blow away the pale, bloody tears of the crabapple."

The soldiers' singing gradually became uniform, their voices were majestic, but also filled with endless grief.

No one could understand Haitang Blood and Tears better than them, because they were guarding the border of Haitang Blood and Tears.

Every time they looked at the boundary marker during patrol, their hearts ached. This monument should not be here. It should have moved hundreds of kilometers to the north.

After listening to the instructor's story, a soldier cried loudly while looking at the north during his first patrol of the boundary marker.

The cry was desolate and tragic. After crying, every time the soldier saw the boundary marker, his eyes were full of determination, and the gun in his hand was held tighter.

"Such a thing will never happen again!" The soldier stroked the boundary marker, "I'm here, and I will never let you retreat a millimeter!"

The lives of the soldiers are precious, or everyone's life is precious, but some things need to be protected with life.

For example, the stability of the motherland, such as the territory of the motherland, they don't mind using the lives of the enemy to defend the motherland, nor do they mind using their own lives to defend honor.

Xu Nuo's eyes were already a little blurry. He only saw a yellow-green color in front of him, and the murderous aura rose from the military camp.

He continued to sing the song, and he sang the version of Tan Jianchang.

"The wind and sand have aged the years, but they can't age my thoughts.

There have been so many nights tonight, and I have dreamed of returning to Qinguan.

The wind and sand can't blow away the blood marks of history.

The wind and sand can't blow away the paleness, the blood and tears of the crabapple."

Xu Nuo's voice was a little choked, and a little out of tune, but no one cared about these. It didn't matter whether it was out of tune or not.

After singing "Dream Camel Bell", Xu Nuo put away the guitar.

"Salute!" Captain Liu roared.

The soldiers saluted him in unison.

Xu Nuo's expression became serious, and he stood at attention and saluted in return.

Captain Liu and the instructor came over, and Xu Nuo quickly wiped away his tears secretly.

"Thank you, thank you for this song. What's the name of this song?"

"Dream of Camel Bells", I was inspired by my visit to the border yesterday."

Captain Liu sniffed and said in a muffled voice: "Zhang, will you go and see the boundary marker again?"

"I want to."

Captain Liu nodded and discussed with Zhang Ziqiang. They set out again and headed for the border.

All along the way, the soldiers were silent.

"I'll teach you to sing Dream of Camel Bells." Xu Nuo said as he sat in the car.

"Okay."

"Climbing the peak to look at my hometown, the yellow sand stretches for thousands of miles.

Where does the camel bell sound? It strikes my heart."

The sad song, amid the roar of the engine and the fierce wind, seems even more tragic.

"The wind and sand cannot blow away the blood marks of history,

The wind and sand cannot blow away the pale blood and tears of the crabapple."

Everyone sang these two sentences with a roar. The country is already very powerful, but the blood and tears of the past should not be forgotten.

Being prepared for danger in times of peace is a gene engraved into the bones of the soldiers.

Arriving at the border, the soldiers' eyes were red as they looked at the boundary markers that they had to check every day during patrols.

"Don't forget history, and always be vigilant." The instructor stroked the boundary marker and looked at everyone, "Never forget that imperialism will never die."

The program team took a photo with the soldiers in front of the boundary marker, and everyone had a sad expression.

When leaving the border, Xu Nuo looked back at the vast Gobi Desert, where the largest part of the Begonia Leaf was.

"The world only knows the picture of the rooster, who still remembers the tears of the Begonia Leaf." Looking back, Xu Nuo said this.

Captain Liu had a serious expression, "We have never forgotten!"

"Never forgotten!"

The soldiers also responded loudly.

"When the border defense regiment was first established, we had an enlistment education for new recruits, and one of the links was to tell the story of the Begonia Leaf." The instructor explained.

Xu Nuo stood up in awe and saluted.

The instructor also saluted in return.

Back to the barracks, it was time to say goodbye.

Head Liu held Xu Nuo's hand tightly, "Thank you, the Border Defense Corps will always be your home, welcome back."

Everyone said goodbye reluctantly. The Border Defense Corps trip was an accident, but it brought everyone a spiritual baptism.

"Ready! Sing!"

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and endless,

The evening wind blows the willows and the sound of the flute is faint, the sunset is beyond the mountains,

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the friends are gone."

The soldiers of the Border Defense Corps sang "Farewell" and watched the program group leave.

Xu Nuo turned around and waved.

In the camera, the soldiers were getting farther and farther away, the yellow sand was all over the sky, and they were motionless until they could no longer be seen.

The audience in the live broadcast room were very silent. After knowing the story of Haitang's blood and tears, no one could be happy.

And the Border Defense Corps was not something they could enter and leave at will. This is a military management area, not a tourist place.

The production crew was also silent. It was not until they had walked a long way that Xiao Sa came to his senses. “Dear audience, the military camp journey of Singing China has officially ended. This season’s program is also coming to an end. We will set off for the last stop.”