(2) Cover a tent with a sickle, carry a stick to remove spikes, and cut a handful of grass vines. You have a lot of money and a salty face. A big bag of grass is on my back, as heavy as a hill! The camel's back was crushed and his clothes were soaked with sweat. Pack after pack of clothes smells of grass green, so I finally drank enough wind and light and lost my original color. Piles of fine grass are covered with mud and smell of hay!
(3) when the stone mill pushes the sad turn. The cottonseed that has been ground from eye to eye has a serrated face. Over and over again, my mother's hand was smashed into the grinding room! Thanks to my uncle's tenant, I pulled my hand with a big mill, and my fingers were numb in my mother's heart and hurt in my heart. The child will never forget that horrible scene!
(4) Orderly grinding people have a tacit understanding in the years when words are scarce. Don't call for help, hold the roller tightly, the fat roller is accompanied by people's footsteps, the squeaking sound is mixed with the laughing sound, and the round ridge face turns sadness into warmth. Dressed in white, she is like an actress with pure and simple makeup. Round after round, year after year, it ran away from youth and broke my own heart.
(5) The leveled land has been dug with a spade, and a gully network has been dug. Drought prevention and drainage is the theme of that era: one to three slopes, cattle pull people to push. Mud piled on the cart, full of hills like two thorns! People and cows on the ditch slope, people and shovels at the bottom of the ditch. It is the slack season before late winter and early spring, so ordinary people can't have leisure. The best time to overhaul basic farmland is in the leisure time in late winter and early spring. The ditch was crowded with people, and the back of the shovel was shining with silver. Oxtail shaking earth dam. At lunch, people eat spicy food (sticks soaked in berries), pickles in their nests, and sometimes cows eat straw with some food. Those years didn't pay attention to eating, only to energy! When an award-winning (paper) is nearing completion, my heart is full of joy. The red flag flutters in the wind, learning from Dazhai, catching Dazhai, striving hard, striving for the upper reaches and developing in an all-round way with grain as the key link! Build socialism and strive for the early realization of the four modernizations! Red slogan. Red slogans form a beautiful landscape, decorating the endless gullies. It's a' Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival', which is hard to compare with our enthusiasm at that time!
In the past, the Yellow River Ferry was a carefree asphalt road. The weeping willows on both sides of the road, like road guards, are measured and soft branches, playing a gentle movement, thanking the autumn wind for combing their hair. A young and lonely child, I, am leaving my home, the Yellow River, step by step and marching towards my dream place! Heart, beating with the sun! Eyes, turn with autumn scenery. In addition to the vehicles and people on the road, the wide autumn fields and small villages full of game are stained with the color of the Yellow River. Near a small camp near sunset. Some foot catchers, shouting the animals in Luxi Hutong, turned to the south of the road. I quickly took a few steps and told the driver about the situation, perhaps because I looked like a child, or because I felt sorry for my non-family situation! (Before the two brothers didn't work), the kind foot catcher let me sit in the back seat of the car. Several people sighed at each other and said that the family was relieved that such a small child had come so far to find fortifications ... I didn't answer! After a long walk, the sunset has gone down. The foot catcher said, son, you are dressed too loosely. Do not fall asleep. It's cold at night. When I got to Liuqiao Town, I got off because they turned east and didn't go in one direction. My first uncle said that you should follow the main road and never turn. Be careful of those children who detour at night. Not far from crossing Liuqiao Bridge, a lamp shone on me. I was a little scared, but I got up the courage! Go ahead, because the moon shines clearly, and all the night walkers are wearing green military coats. Who is it? Where does it come from? Shun, my hair stands on end! Looking up and down by the light of a flashlight, I took out a letter of proof and asked a few questions. I sobbed in tears to explain where I was going! In the evening, the witness folded the letter, handed it to me, released it for me, kindly said something like "walk carefully, throw away your papers" and walked forward anxiously. Listening to the cool autumn night, beside the clear stars and moons.
Keep driving your own way. On the moonlight road, I am alone. I've never met anyone before. I haven't seen passers-by since. The stars stay up all night. The moonlight all night, just to accompany me for a walk, I really became a moonlight clan under the stars. Because of thirst, finding something to eat and drink has become the first choice! Look in all directions, not far from the east side of the road, scraping the ground on the cliff through a ditch. Climb the cliff by treading water, grow sweet potatoes with claws and vines, and have a full meal in the pure land. By the way, after drinking a few mouthfuls of water, the water tastes alkaline. Ah ... ah ... I almost didn't spit it out, leaving only a few disgusting tears and saliva there. I don't know how many miles I walked, but the east is bright! A light suit fluttered with the morning breeze. She may be tired, the stars gradually disappear, and the moon has lost its golden color. She wore a silver coat and sneaked away from the horizon. As the sun rises slowly, there are more people in the roads and fields. Listening to the sound of cars and watching the scenery all the way, the sound of willows seems to shock me: let's go, boy, there is still a long way to go! Another day, when the sun was almost gone in the afternoon, I met several old men driving cattle to pull their feet. Between strangers and strangers during the Cultural Revolution, no one dared to take the initiative to say hello! Only this little me, affectionately called a few times, took out a letter of proof, indicating where to go! Maybe it's for my childish body, maybe I read the letter of proof ... and dragged me to play boxing in Wangcao Town for fear that someone would stay up all night. Hiding at the feet of several foot-pullers, the good-hearted people punched their legs and confused them with the night walkers, and the light of the flashlight disappeared into the night. I may have run for two days and one night, and my physical strength is a little overdrawn. I didn't spend a penny with me and snored all night. The foot grabber said, I slept too much! The kind uncle told me to take a good car, get out of the yard and hit the road. With the sound, drive! Niu Er wagged his tail, and my conversation with the driver followed the rotation of the wheel to Suo Town, Huantai County.
A railway crosses the south of Suo Town, not far away, and in front is the original Huimin District-Guoli Town, Huantai County, and later it is included in Zibo City. Suo Zhen and the state are not in the same place, and the situation was still very strict in the middle of the Cultural Revolution. Uncle Ganjiao handed me a cake and said, I can't help you anymore, son. The smell here is quite tight, get off and walk slowly! Go along the road, but don't turn. Be careful when you walk in the children's house: when you hear the train ringing, ask around when you get to the station. Ask around the black mountain mine where your father died. Grandpa said again after getting on the bus: Be careful on the road! With the uncle's departure, tears, uncontrollable tears, kept falling. Along the way, I met such a good uncle and the kindest person in the world! Unfortunately, I don't know, and I didn't ask my last name and address. Trees are different in different places. The stout French paulownia, like a standing lion, guards the roadside at the same distance. A ray of sunshine shines on me, and the autumn morning breeze makes the leaves of tung trees ring and break, which makes me feel deeply about Uncle Chao Cuo.
It is said that the train rang, and Suozhenjie and Zhangdian Railway Station are separated by a town of Guoli, which is at least 20 kilometers. Changed places, changed autumn colors! The Yellow River is north of Bangzi, and the grain is not yet mature. The soil is white, too. In Suozhen, bonzi oranges with no signs of life sleep in front of farmers' walls, and the color of the soil seems to have been baked by fire. When I entered the town of Guoli, I took advantage of lunch and went door to door to ask for something to eat in case I was hungry at night. Walking all the way through the discussion, I happened to see the stone carvings that had passed many years ago. Dance like life, stone beast, stone horse, stone man, etc. All stood in the empty depression by the roadside. I don't know why, it's all intact! Facing the west! Unfortunately, a protruding north-south railway blocked the direction of carving animals, horses and figures, and blocked the road of seeking Buddha all the way west. They can only endure the hot wind, wait quietly, wait, wait for a godsend opportunity. When the luck turns fine, if one day, these traumatized stone carvings will read the scriptures again and read the vocabulary of astronomy and geography.
If there are gods in the sky, let one of the horses give me a ride, but it's a dumb horse. More than half of the day has passed, and I wonder if I can get to the railway station before dark. Apart from a letter and a thin coat, I have nothing but dry food begged by Budou. Dressed lightly, I arrived at the railway station before dark. I heard the train chirping in the distance, so I stepped up. When I turned on the light, I entered the waiting room of the railway station. I didn't look at the number of people in the room, so I quickly looked up at the train route map of the city to see if there was a coal mine in Montenegro where my father worked, or to inquire, but I was willing to get nothing. Where there is a will, there is a way. Walking out of the waiting room in the morning, I finally asked a good-hearted person, a master who is familiar with the coal line in Montenegro. I drew a tangible circuit diagram by hand and wrote it in my heart. There is a corner begging, no shop boundary. The big truck is running under the street lamp!
In the past, the Yellow River Ferry was a carefree asphalt road. The weeping willows on both sides of the road, like road guards, are measured and soft branches, playing a gentle movement, thanking the autumn wind for combing their hair. A young and lonely child, I, am leaving my home, the Yellow River, step by step and marching towards my dream place! Heart, beating with the sun! Eyes, turn with autumn scenery. In addition to the vehicles and people on the road, the wide autumn fields and small villages full of game are stained with the color of the Yellow River. Near a small camp near sunset. Some foot catchers, shouting the animals in Luxi Hutong, turned to the south of the road. I quickly took a few steps and told the driver about the situation, perhaps because I looked like a child, or because I felt sorry for my non-family situation! (Before the two brothers didn't work) The kind foot catcher let me sit in the back seat of the car. Several people sighed at each other and said that the family was relieved that such a small child had come so far to find fortifications ... I didn't answer! After a long walk, the sunset has gone down. The foot catcher said, son, you are dressed too loosely. Do not fall asleep. It's cold at night. When I got to Liuqiao Town, I got off because they turned east and didn't go one way. My first uncle said that you should follow the main road and never turn. Be careful of those children who detour at night. Not far from crossing Liuqiao Bridge, a lamp shone on me. I was a little scared, but I got up the courage! Go ahead, because the moon shines clearly, and all the night walkers are wearing green military coats. Who is it? Where does it come from? Shun, my hair is swollen! Looking up and down by the light of a flashlight, I took out a letter of proof and asked a few questions. I sobbed in tears to explain where I was going! In the evening, the man folded the papers, handed them to me, released them for me, kindly said something like "walk carefully, throw away the papers" and walked forward anxiously. Listening to the cool autumn night, beside the clear stars and moons.
Teenagers in the night, I, like a lonely bat, walk in the dark! Without the whistle of the vehicle, the cool autumn wind soaked my whole body like ice rain. The road whispers with the lamp, and the teenager talks with the wind! Lu said: thank you for your light, it brings a bright night to the road! Guangming went back. It's nothing to be polite. This is the duty. The teenager said sadly to Feng: Feng, please let me go, let this night go, and don't play with the teenager again. He is wearing simple clothes, and his body is a bit untenable. The wind said: it's okay, young man. If you want to pursue your dreams, you have to suffer! Only when we can endure the hardships of Duan Lian, can we know that happiness is not easy! A few distant stars are no longer lonely, and the moon and full moon are pulled in from the east. I, a teenager walking alone on the road, spent another autumn night with the stars and the moon!
The tangible and intangible circuit diagram given by good people was written in my heart and came in handy that day. Look at the sign on the bus sign and ask yourself, oh! Heishan coal mine belongs to Badou town, hum! Near, near, where the teenager is going, near, near, I'm going to the Heishan mine where my father worked. A coffin sent my father's family away because he died at work. Squeezed into the bus from Zichuan to Boshan! The lucky boy, me and the stewardess asked for tickets, but they were blown up before leaving the station. Although a little depressed, there is resentment in depression! A large number of counties benefit the people, but the traffic development is not as good as that of five districts in Zibo? I walked at the intersection of Queena Ding under the sunshine. Fog hangs over the mountains in the suburbs, and the sky is a giant umbrella without a handle, covering the sunny city! People in the city seem to be talking in a small town under an umbrella. Teenagers wandering at the T-junction, I think it might be better to take a shorter road, I think. Cars come and go. People come and go, and there is a gay man opposite me. I approached and enthusiastically called the master several times to explain my purpose. The master pointed to the railway on the right and said that it was much shorter to go along the railway to Heishan Coal Mine than to take the following road, and thanked the master for climbing the railway, perhaps because he was nervous and relaxed, or because he was too focused. The scenery on both sides of the railway is a blank sheet of paper. Extra footsteps, painted wooden pillows, and ribbed bluestones all consciously retreated behind me. Only the long I-shaped iron gauge took my hand and said near, near, and now the stars are getting closer and closer. Just now, my heart was very close. Which is far from your dream destination? Now, it is really close. It's not too late. Pay attention to the train whistle. Go, go, don't panic. A few steps ahead is the arc-shaped stone gate under the railway. When you go, you will know that it is the station of Heishan Coal Mine. The sign by the door says!
Walking down the railway, two striking scarlet letters stood motionless on both sides of the stone gate, much like the selfless dedication of coal miners during the Cultural Revolution! Looking at Shimen boy, my mood and pulse are very strong! Qing Xin himself, a young me, braved the autumn wind, crushed the night, had a picnic for several days, slept for several nights, and finally approached the gate of Heishan coal mine and the dreamer of Qiuyue. Thought of here, I can't help crying. One sad and tragic thing is vivid in my mind. Sixty-two years ago, my mountain-like father carried me on his back. He went in and out through the front door. A few days later, my father who died at work was lying in the coffin and was sent back to his hometown by car from this gate. To make matters worse, my mother (three years of natural injury) led me for a year and went in through this door again! The teenager standing at the door seemed to see the young mother holding the child and the child holding the skirt. She crawled on her mother's lap in the mine office, listening to her tearful grapefruit throat. .....
Shimen, Shimen, this is the third time I've seen you, and I've seen a big black Shimen! A few miles east of Shimen, there is an oil depot in a cave. At the foot of the western hill of the railway outside the reservoir area, it is the place where the families of employees do odd jobs! That was ten years ago. I don't know how many turns I made to the west of Shimen before I got to my hometown Xiaoying Town. Today, I came back and saw you again, and saw that gloomy stone gate. I went in, I went in, I went in to find the mine office, and I gave the letter of proof to the responsible comrades. My mother's dreams and children's dreams are all in this thin letter. A proof as light as a feather, a proof that the stars can't be quantified, but there are two doors between the lines! I hope to open it, open it, open it! The letter is still the same, the dream is not broken ... Finally, I waited for the opportunity and finally waited for the person who unlocked the lock: although I said that I had waited for ten years (my eldest brother worked for ten years), I have retired. After retirement, I will never forget the person who started my dream. This man is an old man in his eighties. I often meet him. This man is Mr. Bai Jiezhou, vice chairman of the Miners' Association, a vice chairman of the trade union who does practical things for workers, and an old man who has worked in the petition office for decades. He is still handsome. Handsome! How I want to give him a cordial hug! Xiezhou, Xiezhou, the boat of my life and happiness. May you always be young, healthy and happy!
Teenagers in the night, I, like a lonely bat, walk in the dark! Without the whistle of the vehicle, the cool autumn wind soaked my whole body like ice rain. The road whispers with the lamp, and the teenager talks with the wind! Lu said: thank you for your light, it brings a bright night to the road! Guangming went back. It's nothing to be polite. This is the duty. The teenager said sadly to Feng: Feng, please let me go, let this night go, and don't play with the teenager again. He is wearing simple clothes, and his body is a bit untenable. The wind said: it's okay, young man. If you want to pursue your dreams, you have to suffer! Only when we can endure the hardships of Duan Lian, can we know that happiness is not easy! A few distant stars are no longer lonely, and the moon and full moon are pulled in from the east. I, a teenager walking alone on the road, spent another autumn night with the stars and the moon!
Postscript: I have collected my life experience in the past 20 years, which is true. There are mothers who have been whipped by tragic whips, we who have been baptized by wind, frost and cold, and the warm current that has benefited from grandma's family and aunt's family! By the way, the little things about the good people in my heart. Take this article as an example: express my sincere thanks! Thank you, my father. Although you are earlier than your mother, it's not your fault. You left early and honestly. It may be god's intentional arrangement at the beginning of the natural disaster three years ago, but this arrangement is fair to both mother and child. How cruel! When my father left, he left suddenly, leaving nothing behind, but an invisible aura. Although this aura needs to be won, it has become a later job and a happy home. Without the halo left by my father, our home might be different. Thanks to mother! Thank you for having a great maternal heart. You were a young woman when your father left. You can choose between two roads and choose to go. Choosing to stay can be bright, and staying is obviously a pit of fire! You didn't choose the light, but chose to stay in a fire pit that is difficult to jump, live in a shack with broken walls, and watch over a few ignorant children. After more than ten years, we are still very happy! We grew up in mother's tears, but grew up in mother's leftovers. Thank grandma's family for their selfless help. It is you who keep sprinkling water into the' fire pit' and give your mother the courage to live! Thanks to the warmth of menstruation, it is a kindness to our rain and dew. For those who have a little gratitude, they should say thank you, thank you, thank you. Finally, I want to thank the meaning of poverty. It is poverty that causes the Yellow River. I am convinced that the narrow path of the Yellow River is beautiful and poor, and you can buy a reed cart by hand. I was lucky enough to stand on the half-span bridge, listen to the sound of rapids and watch the sunrise and sunset of the Yellow River. It is poverty that makes me like the stars and the moon, as well as weeping willows and autumn nights.