In the winter of 1952, a certain division of the Korean Frontline Volunteer Army held literary and artistic activities during the battle, and sent personnel from various units to participate in the dance training organized by the division's political department, so that everyone could learn to teach the soldiers to dance in groups. Lin Minduan, a female soldier of a certain unit of the division, went to participate in dance training alone, and returned to the camp alone early the next morning. Her unit was only a few miles away from the division headquarters, but not far from the division headquarters, it snowed heavily, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a blizzard, and the wind blew fiercely. The roads and hillsides were quickly covered with snow and turned blinding white. 
The road was very slippery, Lin Min picked up a thick branch and walked forward with difficulty against the wind. At first, she didn't take it seriously, she just thought that the snow was quite spectacular, and remembered a sentence in a Tang poem, "The snowflakes are as big as a seat". There was no one on the road, except for the sound of the wind, which was the sound of stepping on the snow. Walking and walking, Lin Min couldn't help but get nervous, the sheep intestine trail that she usually walked many times was completely covered by snow, there was no reference, she couldn't recognize the way, so she had to roughly judge the direction, and use the branches to explore the road and walk slowly. I remember that there was a small ditch on the side of the road, and if you reached the small ditch, you could find your way back to the camp. Winter in North Korea is too cold, and it is dangerous to get lost in heavy snow. 
Lin Min walked for a while, but she didn't find the small ditch, she realized that she had gone wrong, re-identified the direction, and turned her head to go back. This time it was right, I didn't go far, and the branch in my hand reached a small ditch. She breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to cheer with joy. Who knew that one accidentally stepped on the thin ice in the ditch, and his legs fell into the cold and biting water. Her cotton pants and canvas cotton shoes were soaked, and it hurt like a knife, and it took a lot of effort to climb up. After a few steps, the wind blew, and the soaked cotton pants and shoes froze, and they were hard and couldn't walk. She felt that her legs began to go numb from the bottom up, and she was immediately anxious, and if she didn't go back to change her pantyhose quickly, her legs would freeze. There are countless volunteer soldiers who suffered frostbite on the front line, especially in the first year of the war, Lin Minduan heard from his comrades-in-arms that thousands of soldiers were frostbitten and frozen to death, and many of them had their limbs amputated. 
In a hurry, Lin Minduan couldn't care about discerning the direction, and dragged the branch on the side of the road to climb forward. But the misfortune was not alone, and when she was halfway up the mountain, she slipped into a bomb crater, and easily climbed out, her hat and cotton clothes were full of snow, and she was exhausted, and it was difficult to move a step. One more minute outside would increase the risk of amputation in both legs. When Lin Minduan was almost desperate, he saw a faint figure moving in the distance, his spirits lifted, he barely stood up with a stick, and shouted with all his might: "I'm lost, I'm lost, come down and take me!" When he had finished shouting, he was unable to support himself and sat down on the ground. In a moment, a volunteer soldier slid down the hill and ran forward with her arm on his shoulder. Lin Min looked at it fixedly, it was a guard from the division's political department, but he couldn't name it. The guards took her back to a cave in the station, where a reddish charcoal fire was burning, and barbers and hygienists rushed to help. 
Lin Minduan, who was frozen, saw the charcoal fire and felt very amiable, and wanted to lean forward and roast his legs to warm up first. Who knew that the male soldiers all stopped her in an almost roaring tone: "Can't bake, can't bake!" Frostbite will die! Only then did Lin Minduan remember the common sense taught in the army. The barber had already brought the quilt. At this time, it is important to save people, who can take care of so much. The hygienist asked Lin Min to sit down and take off her cotton pants and shoes and socks, her legs were already covered with red spots, and she was almost unconscious. The male soldiers hurriedly wrapped her legs in the quilt, then hugged them to their chests and warmed her legs and feet with body heat. 
After more than an hour, Lin Minduan felt that the numbness in his legs gradually faded, and he felt a little conscious. At this time, the cook of the Political Department brought her a hot meal and a bowl of ginger soup, Lin Min looked at a few male soldiers, didn't know what to say, and was moved to tears. 40 years later, Lin Minduan, who has retired, as the editor-in-chief, and the retired female soldiers of the Volunteer Army collectively created a collection of memories "Volunteer Female Soldiers", she wrote the article "Friendship in the Snow", recalling the guards, hygienists and barbers who rescued her back then, full of emotion, but she regretted that she never knew their names.