Editor's Choice
Selected as one of the "100 Excellent Books Recommended by the Propaganda Department, the Ministry of Education, and the Communist Youth League to Teenagers Across the Country".
Since its publication in December 1961, it has had a circulation of more than 10 million copies.
It has been at the peak of China's red classic works for decades, inspiring the patriotic feelings and enthusiasm of countless young people.
Introduction
The author reproduces the struggle situation and the style of the times with a certain breadth and depth of the imminent collapse of the Kuomintang rule and the victory of the Liberation War, and successfully portrays the heroic images of party members represented by Xu Yunfeng, Sister Jiang, Cheng Gang, and Hua Ziliang. The author is good at portraying the psychological activities of the characters and setting off the atmosphere, the structure of the work is intricate and full of changes, the language is simple, and the tone is tragic, and it is known as the "textbook of revolution". As soon as the work came out, it immediately caused a sensation, and was successively adapted into the movie "Eternal Life in the Fire" and the Henan opera "Sister Jiang". Since its publication in 1961, it has a circulation of more than 10 million copies, which has been at the peak of China's red classics for decades, inspiring generations of young people to have patriotic feelings and enthusiasm for struggle. This book was selected as one of the 100 excellent books recommended by the Propaganda Department, the Ministry of Education, and the Communist Youth League to young people across the country.
About the Author
Luo Guangbin (1924-1967), a native of Zhongxian County, Chongqing, was imprisoned in the Chongqing Sino-American Cooperation Institute's Dregs Cave and Bai Mansion Concentration Camp in 1948. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he successively served as the head of the ** Department of the Chongqing Municipal Committee of the Youth League, the vice chairman of the Chongqing Democratic Youth League, and later specialized in creation in the Chongqing Federation of Literary and Art Circles. He is the co-author of the revolutionary memoir "Eternal Life in the Fire" and the long ** "Red Rock". "Died in a tragic **.
Yang Yiyan (1925-2017), a native of Wusheng County, Guang'an City, Sichuan Province, was a member of the Chinese Writers Association, and one of the authors of the famous "Red Rock".
In his early years, he participated in revolutionary work, and was later imprisoned in Chongqing Dregs Cave, and after being released from prison, he wrote this book based on his personal experience.
WonderfulBook excerpts
Red Rock": The monument to the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, hidden in the gray sea of fog, the mountain city at the confluence of the Yangtze River and the Jialing River, is shrouded in thick clouds and mist. This gloomy morning ushered people into another year of turbulent times.
In this prosperous urban area, despite the fact that the sky is so dark, the streets on New Year's Day are still crowded with pedestrians as usual.
Sell newspapers, sell newspapers! "*Peace**".
The barefoot newsboy, running through the fog, shouted: "Look where is China going in 1948?" ......Looking at the US atomic bomb military exercises, the third world war is about to break out ......”
In the sound of selling newspapers, he suddenly shouted: "Look at the order of the garrison headquarters!" During the New Year, firecrackers are prohibited, fireworks are prohibited, and fire alarms are strictly enforced! ”
In the endless sea of people, a young man who was walking in a hurry suddenly heard "Fire alarm!" When he turned his head to look, the newsboy was gone, but there was a fainting cry in the crowd
Take a quick look at the city's news, the public education personnel are in trouble, the whole family takes poison, and leaves a ...... of 10,000 words”
This young man who walked in a hurry was Yu Xinjiang. Today, he did not wear a worker's uniform, and his strong body was changed into a clean blue cloth tunic, and under his thick black eyebrows, a pair of eyes that looked directly at everything were deeply embedded. He was only in his twenties, but his expression was very solemn, and he looked more capable and composed than a young man of the same age. Listening to the newsboy's shout, his brows narrowed slightly, and he walked more quickly, and his two long arms swayed back and forth rapidly, and the sleeves of his shirt brushed against the placket of his clothes, and they sounded rhythmically. I don't know if it's because it's hot, or for convenience, he pulled the slightly longer cuffs around his arms, revealing a long black wrist and calloused hands.
Walking through the chaotic streets, he repeatedly gave way to buses with black smoke tails. The screeching noise of these dilapidated diesel cars, coupled with the cries of vendors and stalls peddling leftover supplies from the United States, the shouts of hastily rickshaw pullers and the clamor of pedestrians, turned the streets of the festival into a pot of porridge tumbling up and down.
Yu Xinjiang had something on his mind and walked hurriedly. However, the bizarre scenery of the streets kept breaking into his eyes. The high-rise buildings on both sides of the street, shopping malls, banks, restaurants, dance halls, employment agencies, and thriving auction houses with deformed businesses are all lit up and decorated with large characters such as "Celebrate New Year's Day" and "Congratulations to the New Year". I don't know which ingenious firm took the lead, but this year there was a new trick that had not been seen in previous years: long ribbons made of brand-new 10,000 yuan bills were connected one after another, and instead of red and green colored silk, they hung down from the roof of high-rise buildings filled with fog. Some places even use the 100,000 yuan banknote that has just been released to replace the 10,000 yuan banknote, as if it intends to welcome the introduction of the upcoming million-dollar banknote. Maybe the merchant calculated that the banknotes were cheaper than the red and green colored silks? It is a pity that the paper and printing of the 100,000 yuan banknote are not larger or better than those of 10,000 yuan, but because of its blurred color, it is not as eye-catching as that of 10,000 yuan. Everywhere the breeze passes, these streamers made of "fiat money" fly all over the air and make a loud noise. This peculiar spectacle does not seem to be taboo, so it is not officially forbidden to set off firecrackers and fireworks.
Yu Xinjiang disdains to see more tricks, and lets those "New Year's big cheap sales, regardless of blood!" "Buy one, get one free, endure the pain!" The large-character poster shook in the cold wind. Everyone knows that before those posters were posted, a "0" was added to the ** label of almost all goods; And, behind those posters, who knows how many dying and bankrupt faces are hidden?
A few long car horns alarmed pedestrians on the street and dispersed a group of street children snatching cigarette butts. At this time, in the radio speaker on the top of the Ji Gong Monument, a woman's trills were singing: "Good flowers do not bloom often, and good times do not always ......."”
Yu Xinjiang inadvertently turned around, only to see a white guard car, speeding through the center of the street, followed by several streamlined cars that were also speeding away. The sedan was covered with a Stars and Stripes with conspicuous Chinese letters: "U.S. Information Service." The cars, driven by heavily armed military and police in garrison cars, drove to the Victory Building to attend the New Year's reception held by the municipality for the "allies". Yu Xinjiang looked coldly at the cars that drove by quickly, as if he saw the Americans who often went to the arsenal from the car window. At this time, he suddenly found that a slogan in large letters was pasted on the high butt of the last car: "Yankees get out of China!" ”
Bah! Yu Xinjiang spat hard at the place where the car had run over, and then walked through the downtown and continued to walk forward.
He calmly turned a few streets, and made sure that there was no "tail" behind him, so he walked straight to the No. 5 dormitory of Okawa Bank. It is a residential area near the city center, and the road is very quiet with trees, and there are few pedestrians on the street during the New Year. He reached out and pressed the electric bell, and after a short time, the black door slowly opened. A middle-aged man in a navy blue serge suit appeared at the door with an overcoat. Seeing Yu Xinjiang, he nodded slightly and let him in. Before closing, I used to look at the movement of the streets. It can be seen that this is a person who is used to living in a complex environment.
The small living room, carefully furnished, looks neat. The small round table was covered with a tablecloth, and a bottle of blooming plum was added, spitting out a faint fragrance; Some colorful New Year's cards and a few plates of sweets decorate the New Year's atmosphere. The single strip hanging on the wall, in addition to the original several, added a scroll of horses painted by Xu Beihong. The red charcoal fire in the brazier drove away the cold, and the whole room was warm. This place, unlike the shantytowns with poor workers, made Yu Xinjiang feel comfortable and free, but he did not feel too much disgust. The struggle is complicated, and the underground workers under the White Terror must protect the organization and themselves, the needs of the work, and the owner of the apartment, Fu Zhigao, can certainly use this way of life as a cover. Yu Xinjiang walked to a half-new sofa near the window, and at the same time told the owner
Lao Xu told me to come to you. ”
yes, I saw a fire in the factory area on the other side last night, and I was thinking about ......Fu Zhigao hung up his coat and made tea diligently while talking. "Do you like Longjing or incense? ”
It's all the same. Yu Xinjiang replied nonchalantly: "I'm used to drinking cold water." ”
No! Comrades have come to me, and they want to practice communism and share the blessings! ”
Fu Zhigao smiled and handed the tea bowl to the coffee table. He looked at the other party's sunken eyes and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "Xiaoyu, haven't you slept all night?" How is it going to be? ”
Fu Zhigao is a member of the Shaci District Committee of the underground party and is in charge of economic work. He was concerned and eagerly inquired about the situation of the factory, but Yu Xinjiang felt extremely uncomfortable. Xiao Yu seemed to see the blazing fire again, burning in front of him, and the thatched huts were engulfed in flames, and the raging flames reflected half of the sky. He did not answer for a moment, but excitedly picked up the bowl of tea and gulped it as if he were very thirsty.
Don't worry! Fu Zhigao showed a look of confidence that he had already made up his mind, and said with relief: "The difficulties in the life of the workers can always be solved. What does Lao Xu mean, how much does it cost? ”