Wanquan water is crystal clear

Yellow and orange leaves swirled down from trees, dancing around us with a breeze,  seemed to follow the rhythm of the music of  the red detachment ballet.  In order to watch the movie of ballet,  mainly for its music  we had  long craved to listen for months, we had tirelessly walked through tens of  miles of rough  mountain road after a day of hard labor. 

Very soon,  the beautiful and grieving melodies of the  violin solo,  for Qinghai to pour out her sorrow , started to long  reverberate in the little hill where we intellectuals youth lived.  The music , together with many others, such as  the melodies  of four small swans,   the brisk pace of hearty , full of spiccato bowing, were all our  favorites.

The image of slender and beautiful  figure of female soldiers in my mind collapsed when I saw the  real photo of those poor girls years later.   However,  my respects to those real female fighters , and to our history as well,   still remain.