Gangba County, Shigatse City, Xizang, is located under a snowy mountain. The oxygen content is less than half of that in the mainland. The days with strong winds of force 8 or above exceed 200 days every year. The temperature in the coldest winter is as low as minus 40 degrees Celsius. This is the plateau known as the 'forbidden zone of life', where endless snow and rugged rocks outline the towering border and build homes for the local people. In 1961, the officers and soldiers of the Gangba Battalion of a border defense regiment of the Xizang Military Region entered Gangba County. Since then, the army has loved the people and supported the army. The songs about the love between the army and the people have been sung in this hot land. Let's walk into Naicun, Gangba County and listen to the touching story of three generations of the Raj family and the soldiers of the Gangba camp, who have stood together for more than 60 years. "The People's Liberation Army is the closest relative" In the middle of winter, on the vast snowfield in Gangba County, Xizang, the cold wind is like a knife. Changlong Township, located deep in the snowy plains, is adjacent to the border. Driving westward from the village, crossing dozens of kilometers of uninhabited snow, the journalist and his group finally arrived at the home of Nogura Raj. Her granddaughter Deji, wrapped in thick Tibetan robes, was waiting at the door. Upon learning of our purpose, Deji carefully took out a letter from the drawer of the cabinet. Although the paper is slightly yellowed, the handwriting is clear and recognizable, and the three characters "Kong Fansen" on the signature are particularly prominent. Secretary Ge Re and Ajila (Tibetan, sister):... You have made contributions to the revolution and the army in recent years. I will never forget you two in my life... "Between the lines, one can feel the emotional impact Kong Fansen had when he wrote these words. Ge Re is the Party Secretary of Changlong Township and also the husband of Raj. In the early stage of the troops' deployment, Ge Re, as a township cadre, helped coordinate many things for the troops, and Raj gradually established contact and connection with the officers and soldiers. One winter not long after, a snowstorm suddenly arrived and Raj fell ill, with a critical condition. The news quickly spread to the Gangba Camp, and the military doctor picked up his medicine kit and rushed to Raj's house. Thanks to timely treatment, Raj quickly escaped danger. From then on, Raj's gratitude for saving the lives of the officers and soldiers was deeply engraved in her heart, which also made her firmly believe that the People's Liberation Army is the closest family member. How can we repay this kindness? ”After recovering, Raj has been thinking about the officers and soldiers of the Gangba Camp. Once in town, she accidentally heard the doctor say that drinking butter tea can effectively alleviate the discomfort caused by high-altitude hypoxia. Looking towards the direction of the camp in the distance, she had a simple idea in her heart: to allow border soldiers to enjoy a sip of hot butter tea even in the icy and snowy weather. One person has limited power, so Raj gathered the women in the village to express their thoughts. Unexpectedly, everyone responded one after another, without hesitation, taking out butter from their homes and gathering next to the earthen stove at Raj's house. The firewood crackled, and the mellow aroma of butter mixed with the fragrance of tea permeated. Bowl after bowl of butter and ladle after ladle of water were boiled in the hands of the villagers into steaming hot butter tea. From then on, Raj and her "tea delivery team" became a unique scenic spot on the snowy border. This gift lasts for decades. The wooden barrels changed one after another, and the officers and soldiers changed one after another, but this fish water situation became even deeper in the wind and snow. The touching story of the two-way rush between Raj and the officers and soldiers, just delivering crispy oil tea, is like the stars on the plateau at night, countless. In the 1970s, due to the harsh conditions on the plateau, watching movies was still a luxury for officers and soldiers. At the end of 1979, the Gangba Camp contacted the county town and brought in projectionists and professional equipment to prepare for the screening of films to enrich the cultural life of officers and soldiers. To thank Raj for her care and concern on a daily basis, the officers and soldiers specially invited her to watch together. Kong Fansen, the then Deputy Secretary of the Gangba County Committee who was conducting on-site research in the township, was also invited to come. As night falls, the generator buzzes and the camp instantly becomes lively. Coincidentally, Kong Fansen sat next to Raj. The movie is about to start, but both of them are a bit absent-minded - their eyes coincidentally fall on the soldier on duty in the corner. Without much words, the two of them stood up in tacit agreement and took the initiative to step forward to replace the soldiers on guard, insisting that the young men go to the movies first. It was this special post that deeply impressed Kong Fansen with the kindness and simplicity of this Tibetan woman. Later, Kong Fansen specifically visited the Raj family to learn about her and her husband's military support. After returning, he wrote that letter to express gratitude and respect. In 1997, Raj was awarded the title of "Model Individual for Supporting the Army and Supporting Family Members", and in 2003, he was also awarded the title of "National Patriotic Model for Supporting the Army". In the local area, the masses always say, 'Wherever there is a need, there is Jinzhu Mami', and in the military camp, there is also a saying that goes, 'Wherever there is Grandma Raj, there is warmth'. In the winter of 2001, a patrol team from Gangba Camp rushed to the border mountain pass at an altitude of over 5600 meters to carry out a mission. On the way, they suddenly encountered heavy snow, and the patrol car was deeply trapped in the snow pit and unable to move. As the sky grew darker, Raj was eagerly watching at the village entrance, but the team never returned. Her intuition told her that the officers and soldiers might be in danger! She quickly ran back to the village and slammed on the doors and windows of the villagers, shouting, "The children of the army are trapped on the snow capped mountains! Bring thick clothes and dry food, and come with me to find them!" The villagers responded to the sound and followed Rajizha into the pitch black and cold snow capped mountains. After searching in the wind and snow for more than 5 hours, the trapped soldiers were finally found in the mountain valley. When Raj saw the young faces turning green from the cold, she was so heartbroken that tears streamed down her face. She hurriedly called on the villagers to take out the warm pot that had been sitting in their arms, poured the warm butter tea into the bowl, and handed it to the officers and soldiers. Taking the tea bowl, the officers and soldiers couldn't help but blush in their eyes... "The affairs of the army are our family's affairs." Since she remembered the incident, Raj's daughter Queji often saw the figures of her mother and the border officers and soldiers helping each other. Those warm moments also planted the seeds of gratitude in Que Ji's heart. Raj has said to Chouji more than once, 'Officers and soldiers come from all over the world, guarding our homeland where we have lived for generations.' This sentence is deeply imprinted in Chouji's heart. In 2012, Raj fell seriously ill. Before her death, she called Que Ji to the bedside and tightly held her hand, instructing, "The affairs of the army are our family's affairs, you must continue to do them!" After Raj's death, Que Ji resolutely took over this responsibility. Whether the officers and soldiers of the Gangba are cold or not, and whether they eat well, have always been the deepest concerns in Queji's heart. One autumn, the snow in Gangba came earlier and faster than usual. Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, Queji's heart tightened: the sentry post on the mountain has a high altitude and low temperature. Are the winter clothes of the officers and soldiers thick enough? Can we endure this long and harsh winter? At this thought, she immediately mobilized all the women in the village to collect wool, spin and weave it, and rush to make thick wool blankets, gloves, and socks. Finally, before the heavy snow completely sealed off the mountains, the warm woolen fabrics were delivered to the hands of the officers and soldiers. Warrior Sirenima will never forget that extremely cold winter. Despite the wind and snow, Queji tightly held onto woolen fabrics in his arms and climbed up the mountain step by step; Soldier Yang Guanghui has just arrived at the plateau and has not yet adapted to the severe cold here. His hands are red, swollen, and ulcerated from the cold. Upon seeing Yang Guanghui's hands, Queji felt heartbroken and his eyes turned red. Without hesitation, he took off his woolen gloves and carefully put them on for him. Wearing Aunt Queji's gloves, my hands felt much warmer and my heart surged with warmth, as if being held by my mother's hand. "Yang Guanghui vividly remembers the feeling at that time. In the late autumn of 2017, a transport convoy from Gangba Camp was ordered to deliver winter supplies to the Chaguola outpost at an altitude of over 5000 meters. Halfway there, they encountered a snowstorm, causing the convoy to sink deep into the snow and unable to move any further. In the early hours of the morning, the news reached Naicun, and Kiyoshi was extremely anxious. Without any hesitation, Queji contacted the village to coordinate support and braved the cold wind to knock on doors and shout, "The army convoy is trapped on the mountain, come with me to help!" At the same time, Queji asked her husband Danmuzhen to drive the only large truck in the family to help transport supplies for the officers and soldiers. Before leaving, she repeatedly reminded her husband, "The fuel for the army is precious. Even if our car runs out of fuel, we cannot ask for the troops, let alone ask for a penny from them." In this way, the lights lit up one after another, and the roar of motorcycles and tractors broke through the silence of the deep mountains. The team marched towards the deep mountains in a grand manner. This scene is very similar to the one when Raj gathered villagers to rush to support the soldiers who were surrounded by wind and snow. Former platoon leader Wu Jinduoji recalled, "When I saw Aunt Queji and her fellow villagers driving cars and horses in front of me, my heart suddenly felt at ease. They were the confidence we had to root ourselves in the snow and guard the border with peace of mind." After the villagers and officers and soldiers gathered, they worked closely together and, after more than 20 hours of continuous fighting, managed to open up a transportation line in the wind and snow, and safely delivered all the supplies. The task was completed, and almost everyone was exhausted, but their smiles were bright. In recent years, the decades long story of Raj and Queji's mother and daughter's unwavering support for the army has moved countless people as they venture out of the vast snowy landscape. Queji has been successively commended as the "most beautiful military supporter in the country" and the "model individual for national ethnic unity and progress". In the face of honor, Hua Jia's words were simple and indifferent: "Honor is not mine alone, it belongs to all Tibetan compatriots. It is an honor to receive this recognition, which inspires me to do better in supporting the army and pass on the 'baton' passed down from my mother to the next generation steadily." "No matter what era, supporting the army will never go out of style." In the early morning, the snowy plateau had not yet awakened, and the air at minus 20 degrees Celsius seemed to freeze. Deji, the daughter of Queji, has already stood up and walked lightly to the outer room. After burning all night, there were still some dark red charcoal left in the furnace, and Deji added a few new ones. Hur - "With a bent down blow, an orange flame suddenly jumped up, and the flames instantly warmed the entire cabin. She turned around and took out a polished copper pot, starting to brew tea. Brick tea was rolling in boiling water, and soon, a rich, sweet, and milky aroma filled the air... Today, Queji is going to Gangba Camp to deliver sweet tea. This is the warmth that Deji must bring to the officers and soldiers before every patrol. Deji once had the opportunity to leave the plateau and work and settle in big cities, but the call of the plateau always lingered in her heart. This bond stems from her countless witnessing and experiences from childhood to adulthood: on a stormy evening, her mother stood guard at the village entrance, braving the cold wind, until the lights of the patrol car pierced through the vast snow curtain, finally resting peacefully; The young officers and soldiers from all over the world in the camp patrol and stand guard in the "life restricted zone" at an altitude of nearly 5000 meters. Their lips dry and cracked due to lack of oxygen, their cheeks turn black and red from the cold wind, but their eyes remain clear and firm... She often remembers the words that her grandmother Raj used to say before her death - "Jinzhu Mami is a bodhisattva soldier who saves lives" and "guarding the border line is guarding our home". Deji gradually realized that the soldiers guarding the border thousands of miles away from home were indispensable relatives in her life. In the end, Deji resolutely gave up the opportunity in the distance and chose to stay on the plateau, taking over the baton of supporting the army from his mother. Although it is different from the era when my grandmother brought tea to the army with her passion and feet, and different from the era when my mother organized a cavalry to transport supplies for the border defense, supporting the army is never outdated in any era. ”Deji said. Deji is born in the 1990s and has received higher education. He speaks Chinese very well. Once, during routine patrols, the officers and soldiers of the company discovered that a herdsman had driven cattle and sheep near the border. However, the herdsman only spoke Tibetan and could not understand Mandarin. The officers and soldiers were anxious but unable to communicate. After learning about the situation, Deji rushed over and squatted gently beside the old man, calming his emotions while carefully understanding the situation. Soon, with Deji's help