Hongyan is a book published by China Youth Publishing House. The authors are Luo Guangbin and Yang Yiyan, survivors of concentration camps. This book tells the story of party member, which was born under the rule of 1948 in Zhazidong and Baigongguan at the darkest moment before dawn. The following is the main story of Hongyan Jiang Xueqin compiled by me, for your reference!

Main characters and prototypes:

Jie Jiang, whose name in the novel is Jiang Xueqin and whose original name is Jiang Zhujun, is one of the main characters in Red Rock.

Prison flower: a baby girl left in prison by a pair of sacrificed revolutionaries. Her father was shot by the enemy shortly after he went to prison, and her mother died in childbirth. The prisoners gave her a beautiful name "Flower of Prison".

"Orangutan": the spy chief of Zhazidong concentration camp. Because he has a human face and wears human clothes, but has no human heart, he is a cunning animal similar to human beings, so everyone calls him "orangutan".

Ding: A staunch revolutionary. During the peasant armed uprising, she was arrested for directing the battle and was seriously injured. The heroic and unyielding image of the female proletarian revolution in underground party member and Zhazidong Prison is a concentrated expression.

Jiang Zhujun, formerly known as Zhu Jun and formerly known as Zhiwei Jiang, was born in a peasant family in Jiangjiawan, Dashanpu, Zigong City, Sichuan Province on August 20th. 1939 joined China * * * Production Party, and soon became a member of Chongqing New District Committee.

/kloc-in the summer of 0/944, he was arranged to study in the Agricultural College of Sichuan University and engage in the secret work of the Party. After joining the Party, they pretended to be husband and wife with party member Peng Yongwu, who was born in * *, and formed a "family" as the secret organ of Chongqing Municipal Committee and the underground party member learning counseling center. Married Peng Yongwu on 1945. People used to call her Jiang Jie to show their love.

From the end of 1946 to the beginning of 1947, he participated in and led the student anti-violence movement in Chongqing, and did a lot of work for the forward newspaper, the organ newspaper of the municipal party Committee. From 65438 to 0947, at the height of the student movement of "anti-civil war, anti-hunger and anti-oppression", he was appointed by Chongqing Underground Municipal Committee to carry out an armed struggle with Peng Yongwu in the winter of 1947, and served as the liaison between the underground working committee of Xiachuandong and the temporary committee of Xiachuandong. Responsible for organizing college students to fight bravely with reactionaries. Under the direct leadership of her husband, Peng Yongwu, Jie Jiang was also responsible for contacting and organizing the distribution of the underground publication "Advance Newspaper" of Chongqing Municipal Committee. From 65438 to 0947, Peng Yongwu was a member of the East Sichuan Provisional Committee and deputy secretary of the East Sichuan District Committee, leading the armed struggle. Jiang Jie followed her husband to the forefront of the struggle and served as the liaison officer of the East Sichuan Committee and the Xiachuan Committee. 1948, Peng Yongwu died while organizing the armed forces. Jiang Jieqiang endured grief and resolutely took over her husband's job. She said: "Only I am familiar with the relationship of this line. I should continue fighting where Lao Peng fell. "

1On June 4th, 948, Jiang Jie was unfortunately arrested and detained in Zhazidong prison in Chongqing for being betrayed by a traitor. He was tortured by military agents, such as tiger benches, slings, barbed Strafe, crowbars, electrocution, and even bamboo sticks nailed to his fingers. The spy wants to open a gap from this young woman party member, so as to crack the underground party organization in Chongqing. In the face of the enemy's torture, Jiang Jie has always been indomitable. "You can break my hand and kill my head. There is no need to organize. " "Torture, it is too small a test. Bamboo sticks are made of bamboo, and the will to produce party member is made of steel! " She cares about her friends and takes part in leading the struggle in prison. She is affectionately called "Sister Jiang".

1949165438+1October 14. On the eve of Chongqing's imminent liberation, Jiang Jie was killed by a military spy in Radio Lanya, Geleshan, and gave his 29-year-old life for the proletarian ideal.

Thoughts on Reading Red Rock

In the winter vacation, I read a revolutionary novel called Red Rock. After reading it, I was deeply touched.

This book mainly tells about the harsh underground struggle before Chongqing's liberation, which truly reflects the historical juncture of China's revolutionary victory and the desperate struggle between light and darkness. The protagonists of this book are: Jiang Jie, Liu Siyang, Cheng Gang and many other revolutionary fighters, among which Jiang Xueqin-Jiang Jie impressed me the most.

Jiang Jie, a strong woman from party member, never gave in after the bamboo stick was nailed into her finger. Seeing her husband's head hanging over the city, she gritted her teeth and fought bravely.

I don't know why, when the bamboo stick was nailed into Jiang Jie's hand, my hand trembled, and a terrible pain occupied my whole heart. In the depths of my young heart, I felt an inexplicable sadness, and then my nose was sour, and my tears fell like pearls with broken lines, as if the pain of ten fingers was happening to me. Xu Pengfei's sentence "Pull it out! Nail again! " Like a 50-pound hammer, it hit my heart so hard that I couldn't help crying.

"Torture is a test of size, bamboo sticks are made of bamboo, and the will of the * * * production party is steel!"

These three impassioned words reverberate in my heart for a long time, will leave a permanent mark in the depths of my thirteen-year-old heart, and will grow with me!

Excerpts from Hongyan's good words and sentences

Excerpts from good words:

Covering people's eyes and ears, rushing out, ready to go, expressionless, the situation is grim, rainy and foggy, and tears are in my eyes.

Chest infarction, wailing, dizziness, indignation, torture, unyielding cries and cheers, desperate anxiety.

Disdainful, unreasonable, glaring, shivering, triumphant and invincible.

Soul-stirring, drooling, self-defeating, ambitious, stumbling, dancing, leisurely, to solve your anxiety.

Cry about it, it's miserable and radiant, look around, all kinds of homeless people.

Excerpts from good sentences:

1. At the exit of the station, they were strictly inspected. Although Jiang Jie took out his certificate, the military police still looked at the luggage volume, which surprised Jiang Jie and clearly saw that the county seat was completely shrouded in a particularly serious white terror. If it weren't for the driver's protection along the way, they would probably have an accident as soon as they arrived at their destination.

I walked a little further and saw a little more clearly. On the high tower, there are several wooden cages hanging. Ah, isn't this a publicity stunt? Jiang Jie was surprised and took a few steps. After a look, there was a bloody head in that wooden cage!

For an instant, he seemed to see the shadow of that delicate machine, just like a small pedal mask aligner. ..... Yes, that's it! However, when he put the pencil into the drawing paper and just looked at the blank paper, the phantom of the machine became blurred or even empty.

Xu Pengfei doesn't want to think about it. He put the paper aside and suppressed his thoughts. He doesn't believe that being drunk will be better than himself. Against * * * producers, even a sly old fox who is drunk may not win. What bothers him is not only the constraint of drunkenness, but also the flexibility and alertness of the producer's activities, which makes him unable to find useful clues.

The usual noise and roar outside made him move into an interrogation room. In the interrogation room, smoke billowed and the air was very dirty. He caught a glimpse of a man in his thirties tied to a tiger stool, with a fire beside him, and several people were stuffing a smoking soldering iron into the chest of the interrogated person. Regardless of this, Xu Pengfei went to the window alone, pulled open the curtain and pushed open a closed window. He needs to get rid of his troubles and breathe fresh air. Outside the window, the drizzle floated to his face, and the chill barely helped him calm his inner ups and downs.

It's getting dark, and more customers seem to come in and out. Every evening, most people buy books and read books. The bookstore is crowded with students who come out of school after supper. Chen Songlin was too busy picking up books, collecting money and looking for money from the crowd to listen to the noisy gossip of those students.

7, Taiwan Province lights into the desk, a burly, dark-faced, middle-aged, clean-shaven, heavy, fat chin, sitting in a swivel chair without expression. The hand holding the pen waved on the official document. He is the core figure who holds all the operational power of the whole drug trafficking network. A golden plum blossom embedded in the neckline of Huang Jun's casual clothes shines in the light.

As soon as he entered the shop, he noticed a long-haired and pale young man beside a bookshelf, absorbed in reading a thick book. He seems to have stood for a long time, and his thin face looks more gloomy in the light. Zhigao Pu looked at him piteously in the dark. This young man may be the man mentioned by Chen Songlin, isn't he?

He had a sharp hard pencil in his hand, and a lamp lit up a large piece of white paper in front of him. In order to make an ideal machine, he stayed up late for several nights. He chewed a pencil and stirred his brain to think hard, but there was no trace of thinking on the white drawing paper.

10, he calmly turned a few blocks, making sure there was no "tail" behind him, and went straight to the dormitory No.5 of Dachuan Bank. This is a residential area near the city center. The roadside is covered with trees, which is very quiet. There are few pedestrians on the street during the Chinese New Year. He held out his hand and rang the doorbell. After a long wait, the black paint door slowly opened. A middle-aged man in a navy serge suit appeared at the door, wearing a coat. Seeing Yu Xinjiang, he nodded slightly and let him in. I'm used to looking at the street again before closing the door.

1 1. If the distribution of secret service is compared to a black spider web, then the secret service stations, groups, stations and points under the command of this building are like dense spider webs, interwoven into a huge web of terror, and every invisible spider silk leads to a secret place. This gloomy building is the intersection of dark nests woven by countless spider silk and giant poisonous spiders. Even the slightest sign of trouble, touching spider silk and affecting the spider web, will immediately cause the spiders in this huge nest to rush out.

12, the car is ringing. It's probably a few hours ago that the people he ordered to drive arrived ... Xu Pengfei listened for a while, and there were noisy voices everywhere. These voices are all responses to his will, and everything is going according to his will. He lit a cigarette and conveniently dug out a document from the official document, which was an important meeting record. Zhu Shaoliang, the CEO of the office, presided over the summary report of Class C. He put the file into the file pile that had been processed, but temporarily changed his mind and took it back, reading it carefully with the winner's mood.

13, two' water policemen' dressed in white walked down the aisle, followed by several soldiers carrying guns, bayonets flashing cold light. The inspection is being carried out in the steerage, and only the sound of bayonets piercing into wooden cases and cans is heard, mixed with the shrill cries of children.

14, watching, config-ext-QQ's eyes flashed a light, and he suddenly felt unusually fresh and happy! What did Lao Li used to do? He knows nothing except what Lao Li just said, but he is convinced that the document that his eldest brother brought home from the East Sichuan Special Committee at that time was written by Li Jingyuan himself!

15, looking back, Jie Jiang saw a long list of able-bodied men in tattered military uniforms emerge from the foggy sea like ghosts, with their shoulders contracted, their hands caged in cuffs and trembling all over; Thin cheeks, prominent cheekbones, no expression on the ground, a pair of dark eyes, deep in desperate eyes ... When he reached the river, Lifu put down his luggage, and Jiang Jie paid the money and stood among the passing passengers waiting. Jiang Feng blew head-on, shaking her skirts, and the wet sea of fog surrounded her. She buttoned up her new fine wool coat and reached into her coat pocket.

In the few hours of 16, Chen Songlin can roughly judge from some scattered conversations that the ugly drama he saw with his own eyes in front of the discipline office of Chongqing University some time ago aroused the students' anger. There may be a strike, and other schools in Shami area are also planning to respond to support. This situation makes him happy, because the constant struggle between factories and schools, the repression of people's livelihood and the boiling of people's grievances will definitely make the enemy in a hurry and unable to cope.

17, the shop assistant is a round-faced young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, stocky. He was transferred from the garage to Chen Songlin. He hasn't come back since he left the factory, and no one knows that he has become a shop assistant. He was not used to doing such a job at first; I feel particularly lonely coming out of the fierce struggle in the factory. He is very concerned about the situation of the gun factory, but he can't ask or ask casually. As it happens, this bookstore is just a backup liaison station, and Lao Xu has never been here once, so he always feels that he has done too little work for the Party.

18, crossing this noisy street, he repeatedly gave way to the bus with black smoke tail. This worn-out diesel car, with the bumpy and harsh noise from the rolling ground, coupled with the cries of vendors and stalls selling surplus American goods, the panicked shouts of rickshaw cases and the noise of pedestrians all over the street, turned the festive street into a pot of porridge rolling around.

19, Cheng Gang came to the repair shop. There are only a few cold and shabby workshops in the factory, which are overgrown with weeds Hundreds of workers, huddled in dilapidated shacks, have nowhere to go-they all moved from other provinces with factories during the Anti-Japanese War, and have not received a penny since they stopped working. This mess is now left to Cheng Gang. I hope he "manages" the rubbish and hundreds of unemployed workers.

20. Cheng Gang is different from his clever and lively sister. He has broad shoulders, a square face, a plump and open forehead and upright eyes. He is of medium build, wearing a yellow jacket, blue serge bloomers and shiny black semi-uniform leather boots. There is a purple scarf around the neckline, which sets off the thoughtful expression on her face.

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