Riverside police

Linghai Funeral Home has several mourning halls, and the Xiaoyu family booked the largest one.

With the help of the funeral home staff, Xu Mingyuan, Ma Jintao, Zhang Erxiao and others hung the portrait of Lao Qian, placed a circle of flowers next to the body, and sent the wreaths to each unit to arrange them. The memorial service and farewell ceremony officially began.

Li Weiguo is not as talented as Wu Guoqun, but he is also a literary lover and likes to write poetry.

Although he was in a hurry today, he still prepared a limerick. Holding the manuscript he wrote at Xiaoyu's house, he choked and read: "It's the time when the whole country is celebrating the Olympics. When I heard the bad news, I was blessed to bid farewell to the sun. The mountains and rivers bowed their heads and the stars were dim." . Looking back on his blessed youth, he joined the army to fight the U.S. and aid Korea, bravely killed the enemy and defended his country, and returned to his fields to build his hometown. He lived a life of kindness, hard work and simplicity.

Build a family and establish a career without hesitation for a long time, unite and live in harmony and respect the high hall, and help each other with help from those in need. He treats people sincerely and doesn't talk too much, he works hard and is praised by everyone, he raises his daughter and trains his son-in-law and teaches his grandson well... It's hard to express my sorrow and express my sorrow in words, I only wish you a good journey to heaven! "

This limerick is not neat, but it encompasses Lao Qian's life.

While everyone was sighing, Zhang Junyan, who presided over the farewell ceremony, choked with tears and said: "Thank you Mr. Li for your evaluation of Comrade Qian Youfu. Leaders, relatives and friends, next I would like to invite Comrade Han Yu, Director of the East China Sea Maritime Public Security Bureau, to give a eulogy."

Han Yu calmed down, took out the eulogy written by Professor Li and walked to the podium to the left of the portrait. After thinking about it, he put down the manuscript, held the microphone and said: "Dear leaders, relatives and friends, Uncle Qian was my former colleague, and more He was the elder who watched me grow up. To this day, I still can’t forget the days when he made fish soup for me as a child every day, hoping that I would grow taller.

There were only a few people in the institute at that time. Both my master and Teacher Li had families. They would go home after get off work whenever they were not on duty. There were only three people in the institute, Uncle Qian, me and Xiaoyu. Uncle Qian took care of us like family members, cooking for us, taking us fishing, and teaching Xiaoyu how to read and write.

At that time, we were curious about everything and couldn't help but look through Uncle Qian's things. Uncle Qian has a diary, and Xiaoyu and I have read it countless times. Uncle Qian was not angry when he found out and told us about his time as a soldier. "

Xiaoyu burst into tears. Xu Mingyuan and Ma Jintao supported him, fearing that he would faint.

Han Yu wiped away his tears, took a few deep breaths, calmed down a little, and then said: "I clearly remember a lot of the contents in the diary. On November 27, 1950, Uncle Qian passed the 20th four days early. birthday, because he was going to the battlefield at noon. He ate a bowl of 'longevity noodles' in a hurry, said goodbye to his mother and sister as usual when going to work in the town, and headed to the meeting point alone with his luggage.

This is what he wrote in his diary that day, "When we broke up, I looked around frequently, as if I were a general marching south." ’ I asked him once, when he joined the army without hesitation, had he ever thought about what would happen to his mother and sister at home if he died? He answered with Lin Zexu's famous saying: "If you want to benefit the country's life and death, how can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?" I didn’t understand much at the time, but later I learned that this is the spiritual temperament of Chinese intellectuals and has been passed down for thousands of years! "

If Han Yu had not said this, the leaders, relatives and friends present would hardly have remembered that Lao Qian had gone to junior high school before the founding of New China, and was a genuine intellectual at that time. But later, because my family was not poor and lower-middle peasants, I was not able to get a job after returning from the army.

"Because Uncle Qian was educated, he joined the army and was appointed as the clerk of the Third Squadron of the Second Brigade of the Highway Engineering Corps of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army. This unit was only established on November 26, 1950, the day before Uncle Qian's departure. Two More than a month later, on February 5, 1951, the Logistics Department of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army changed its name to the Chinese People's Volunteer Army Highway Engineering Brigade, and unified supply according to the field army establishment."

Han Yu looked at the speech written by Li Jiao and continued: "It is not difficult to see from Uncle Qian's diary how urgent the situation was at that time. Unlike other well-organized combat troops, most of their temporarily formed team They are technical cadres and workers in the transportation system. They are severely lacking in materials, uneven staffing, have no combat experience, and the conditions are very difficult.

Uncle Qian believed that if you work in a profession, you must love it, so he learned from the technical cadres of the army while marching. By December 7th and 8th before the battle, he had learned the business knowledge that engineers and technicians took several years to learn. He was able to assist the squadron leader in carefully planning how to open roads through mountains and build bridges over water, from detonators and explosives to a A spade and a pickaxe...

Because the army was formed temporarily and there was no chief of staff, the squadron's food and equipment were also under the control of his clerk. What he left us is less a diary than an account book. I remember clearly what tools were distributed by superiors, how many tools were purchased by the team, and how much money was spent on food every day. And how much money you spend and how much food you eat every day must be carefully calculated.

In this way, they were full of energy, calculated carefully, endured cold and hunger with high morale, and marched towards the Yalu River singing war songs all the way. On the afternoon of December 9, 1950, their squadron crossed the frozen Yalu River as an advance force.

I don't know if the picture of them crossing the river is "vigorous and high-spirited". I only know that the diary records that he was carrying measuring tools and dry food when crossing the river. I don’t know whether they walked on the glacier or the bridge. I didn't understand anything before and didn't ask him carefully. Now I can't even ask him. "

Yu Xiangqian was even more apologetic than Han Yu. When he was at the Laoyanjiang Police Station, he only regarded Lao Qian as a retired employee who cooked meals. He never thought that Lao Qian was a veteran who participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and he never asked Lao Qian. What happened when I was in the army.

Secretary Qian was filled with emotion. He glanced back subconsciously and confirmed that the officer from the Armed Forces Department was holding a small camera to take pictures. He looked at Han Yu again.

"On the header of the diary that day, Uncle Qian only wrote the words 'Stand across the river before fighting'. It was uncharacteristically scrawled. He must have been exhausted."

Han Yu read the speech and choked up and said: "There is a battlefield across the river. On the first day he entered North Korea, Uncle Qian went into the emergency repair battle. He wrote in his diary on December 10, 'The Miaoxiang Mountain Floating Bridge is not wide enough. ', 'Xinxingdong Bridge was blown into two sections'.

On November 30, 1950, on the third day after entering North Korea, Uncle Qian made a plan in his diary, "The main project is to open the mountain. First of all, we must overcome sharp bends, widen the sight distance, maintain width, and have many cliffs." The second step is to avoid car holes...

Which road needs to be built and how long, which road needs to be widened, how many tons of explosives are needed, what are the difficulties in surveying, how to ensure safety... It can be seen from Uncle Qian's diary that although he is not a cadre, what he has done His job is no different from that of a volunteer army commander. "

Yu Xiangqian said with emotion: "There were few literate people at that time, and the military documents were equivalent to half a cadre."

Secretary Qian was convinced: "Yes, if it were another army, it might have been done earlier."

"Uncle Qian was mainly responsible for survey, design, construction and assisting the instructor in squadron logistics on the battlefield to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea. Although he never faced the enemy face to face with a bayonet, he had many brushes with death."

Han Yu wiped his tears again, looked at Lao Qian's body lying among the flowers, and said: "Once when we were building a road, we were bombed by enemy planes. The troops hid in a cave. The enemy planes fired into the cave. A bullet hit the cave wall and bounced again." Coming over, a soldier pushed Uncle Qian away, but sacrificed his young life. This incident became Uncle Qian's eternal pain.

One winter, the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, and Uncle Qian's squadron received emergency repair orders overnight. In order to prevent the enemy from finding out, the lights cannot be turned on. The road was slippery and the car unfortunately overturned... Uncle Qian was injured and another comrade died.

In the summer of 1951, while they were sleeping at the home of their fellow Koreans, enemy planes suddenly attacked. Bullying that our side had no anti-aircraft guns, it flew very low, so low that Uncle Qian, who was lying on the kang, could see the pilot's eyes clearly through the propped-up window. There was a barrage of fire, and there was no time to dodge. His comrades on the left and right were all shot to death. His survival was purely a fluke.

Building the bridge requires logs, but transporting the logs is difficult and dangerous. The enemy took advantage of absolute air superiority to not only bombard bridges indiscriminately but also blockade rivers with fire. When we first started transporting the rafts, we suffered heavy losses. Not only were the rafts destroyed, but there were also casualties.

Uncle Qian was quick to change his tactics. He led his swimming warriors to hide under the rafts, or broke the rafts into pieces to confuse the enemy into thinking they were ownerless driftwood. He then successfully released a 70-mile row on the Yecheng River in North Korea, and promptly Uncle Qian also made meritorious service by completing the urgent bridge repair task on the transportation line.

At the beginning of 1952, the troops had advanced to the south of the "38th Parallel". They were intertwined with the enemy's lines, and they could even hear each other talking when they were quiet. The enemy was close at hand, and his hands, which were used to holding pens, rulers, instruments, steel drills and pickaxes, picked up guns and retreated while fighting, almost being surrounded several times. The first sentence he wrote in his diary after he withdrew from the army was 'I almost didn't come back'..."

After Han Yu talked about Lao Qian's fight against U.S. aggression and aid to Korea, he also talked about every detail of Lao Qian taking care of himself and Xiao Yu at Lao Yanjiang Police Station.

Han Xiangning cried, and Yuzhen cried.

Yu Xiangqian, Lao Zhang, Zhang Junyan, Jiang Xiaojun and others all shed tears, and Xiaoyu's parents even cried like tears.

Comrade Lao Wu was so moved that he couldn't help himself. He and the staff of the funeral home found pens, inks, paper and inkstones, splashed ink, and composed a poem on the spot:

I set my pen and marched on the battlefield from the army, and the engineering curtains were high-spirited.

Enemy planes dropped bombs to repair the bridge, and heavy snow blocked the mountains and built roads.

An iron-blooded man shouldn't be afraid of death. An iron warrior will never hurt you.

The pennant is hung high to celebrate the family, and the younger heroes share medals!

On behalf of the whole family, Xiaoyu accepted Comrade Wu's calligraphy treasure and immediately went on stage to give a speech of thanks.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Junyan led everyone to bow once, twice, and three times! Then Director Yu and Secretary Qian were asked to lead the crowd to line up and circle around Lao Qian's body, paying homage to Lao Qian's face for the last time.