Who is the most lovable person—Wei Wei

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Who are the most lovable among us? Our warriors, I feel they are the most lovable people

Perhaps there are still some who vaguely say in their hearts: "Are you referring to those 'soldiers'? They seem very ordinary and simple, lacking any profound knowledge or rich emotions. However, I must say that this is due to their limited contact with our warriors, and they have yet to understand them: their qualities are so pure and noble, their will is so resilient and strong, their temperament is so simple and humble, and their hearts are so beautiful and broad

Every day in North Korea, I am moved by something; the tide of my thoughts and feelings flows freely and unrestrained. I want to share everything with my friends in my homeland. However, what I am most eager to tell you is an important experience of my thoughts and feelings, which is: "I am increasingly aware of who our most beloved people are"

On the northern bank of the Han River, I encountered a young soldier named Ma Yuxiang, who is only 21 years old and hails from Qinggang County in Heilongjiang. He has a slightly dark yet rosy complexion and is tall, standing there like a simple and lovely stalk of red sorghum in an autumn field. However, having just come down from the front lines, he appeared somewhat fatigued, with the red veins in his eyes not yet faded. He was originally part of the artillery company. One night, he was awakened by the sound of crying and went out to see an elderly Korean woman sitting on a hillside weeping. Her house had been destroyed, and she had built a makeshift shelter in the mountains, which had also been bombed. Upon returning, he immediately went to the company headquarters to request a transfer to the infantry company, which happened to be in need of personnel, and his request was approved. I asked him, "Isn't it the same to fight the enemy in the artillery company?"

Friend, how do you feel when you hear this story? Do you not think that our soldiers are the most admirable people?

This is the most heroic battle on the Korean battlefield—the Battle of Songgufeng, also known as the Battle of Shutang Station. If a monument is to be erected, let me record the names of the martyrs who fought fiercely against the enemy and perished with their bayonets. Their names are: Wang Jinchuan, Xing Yutang, Wang Wenying, Xiong Guanquan, Wang Jinhou, Zhao Xijie, Sui Jinshan, Li Yuan, Ding Zhendai, Zhang Guisheng, Cui Yuliang, and Li Shuguo. There is also one soldier whose name we can no longer know. May our martyrs be immortal for all eternity! Their names are: Wang Jinchuan, Xing Yutang, Wang Wenying, Xiong Guanquan, Wang Jinhou, Zhao Xijie, Sui Jinshan, Li Yuan, Ding Zhendai, Zhang Guisheng, Cui Yuliang, and Li Shuguo. There is also one soldier whose name we can no longer know. May our martyrs be immortal for all eternity!

Let me tell a story.

The commander of this camp recounted the above situation to me, his tone slow and his emotions heavy. He said that when burying the martyrs on the battlefield, he shed tears. However, he continued, "Do not think that I am sad for them, no, I am proud of them! I feel that our soldiers are so great, so lovable, that I cannot help but be moved to tears by them!"

Friend, when you hear about this heroic deed, what are your thoughts? Do you not find our warriors admirable? Are you not proud that our motherland has such heroes?

Our warriors are so ruthless towards the enemy, yet they show such love for the Korean people, filled with profound enthusiasm for internationalism

He said: "The closer you are to the enemy, the more thrilling the fight feels, and the more satisfying it is to take revenge"

When he recounted this, he said: "Can I not go in? I cannot! I think, if I can enter in such a situation in my homeland, then can I not enter in Korea? Are the Korean people not the same as the people of my homeland? I kicked open the door and rushed in. Ah! The room was filled with thick smoke, and all I could hear was a child crying, but I could not see anyone. My eyes could not open, and my face felt as if it were being cut by a knife. I did not even know if I was on fire; I did not care, I just groped around on the ground. The room was filled with thick smoke, and all I could hear was a child crying, but I could not see anyone. My eyes could not open, and my face felt as if it were being cut by a knife. I did not even know if I was on fire; I did not care, I just groped around on the ground. I first touched an adult, pulled but could not move them; then I reached behind the adult and felt a child's leg, I grabbed it and lifted the child up, jumping out the door. When I looked at the child, it was a rather good-looking little child. He was wearing a short jacket, with his little legs bare, kicking around and crying loudly. I thought to myself: 'No matter if you cry or not, if I do not save your adult, who will take care of you!' At that moment, the fire grew larger, and the furniture in the room was also burning. I placed him on the ground and then crawled back through the fire door to pull the adult; she let out a groan, and I pulled with all my strength, but she did not move again. I got closer and saw that the blood flowing from her face had already stained her white clothes red, and her eyes were closed. I knew she was beyond saving, so I hurriedly jumped out the door, extinguished the flames on my body, and picked up this child who was without parents..."

Friends, there is no need for further examples; you can already understand what kind of people our warriors are, what qualities they possess, and how beautiful and broad their souls are. They are first-class warriors in history and in the world, first-class individuals! They are the outstanding flowers of all great peoples in the world! We take pride in having such heroes in our homeland, and we are proud to be born in this heroic nation

Source: People's Daily

Dear friends, when you board the first tram in the morning heading to the factory, when you carry the plow and head to the fields, when you finish a cup of soybean milk and walk to school with your backpack, ... when you sit down at your desk to start the day's work, when you feed an apple to your child, when you take a walk with your loved one ...? ... Friends, do you realize that you are in happiness? You may be surprised to say: "This is very ordinary!" However, those who have returned from Korea will know that you are living in happiness. When you sit down at your desk to start the day's work, when you feed an apple to your child, when you take a walk with your loved one ...? ... Friends, do you realize that you are in happiness? You may be surprised to say: "This is very ordinary!" However, those who have returned from Korea will know that you are living in happiness. Please realize that this is a form of happiness, for only by recognizing this can you understand more profoundly the reasons why our soldiers are fighting bravely in Korea! Friends! You love our motherland so much, love our great leader Chairman Mao, you will surely love our soldiers deeply—they are indeed our most lovable people! Please realize that this is a form of happiness, for only by recognizing this can you understand more profoundly the reasons why our soldiers are fighting bravely in Korea! Friends! You love our motherland so much, love our great leader Chairman Mao, you will surely love our soldiers deeply—they are indeed our most lovable people!

During the days of repelling the enemy on the southern bank of the Han River, one day he came down from the front line to cook. As soon as he entered the village, several enemy planes flew over, firing a barrage of machine gun fire, followed by the dropping of two large incendiary bombs. Several houses caught fire, the flames were fierce, and the smoke was thick, making it dangerous to approach. At that moment, he heard the sound of a small child crying amidst the smoke and fire. He immediately pushed through the thick smoke to take a closer look, and saw a middle-aged Korean man lying in the yard, while the child's cries continued from inside the house. He walked to the doorway, where flames were roaring, making it impossible for anyone to enter, and the paper on the doors and windows had already caught fire. The child's cries came out with the rolling smoke, sounding very clear and distinct.