Since then, this blood line is like dividing food. Whether I agree or not, I have been rigidly linked to this remote, isolated, barren and backward place.
Although I was born and raised in the old Chongqing Iron and Steel Company, I went to Chongqing No.4 Iron and Steel Company in Qijiang for several years in order to get a job when I was growing up, leaving some young dreams and mutual affection between my classmates, so that those students who have been on vacation for many years and are over 10 years old have to associate with their younger brothers and sisters who are still working there.
Today, I also vaguely called some relatives and cousins in my ancestral home to send some WeChat messages, sighing and greeting each other. Therefore, the complex with Qijiang in this life is doomed to be endless.
Qijiang River has always been an important node in the "Southwest Sea Passage". On the Internet, Qijiang is known as "the south gate of Chongqing", "the western gear city" and "the hometown of farmers' prints in China", but these are all things of the past. It is reasonable to bring up the past now, just to find some opportunities to make good use of the topic and rebuild it.
To be honest, I didn't have a particularly good impression of Qijiang at first. There, the fields are thin and thin, and the slopes are steep and narrow. No matter the natural conditions or product resources, there is really nothing to miss.
People who have never been there even think that it is a gap between barren mountains and rivers and rare things. However, one side is soil and water, and the Qijiang River is the Qijiang River. Its existence naturally has its reasons.
There are many streams in the Qijiang River, and the rocks are rugged. The unique climate and geographical environment have created the hard-working character of Qijiang people and bred the unique local culture.
Due to the infiltration of geomantic omen and the nourishment of Shan Ye, the skin color of Qijiang girl looks like a radish pushed by water, which is rich and delicate, moist and crisp, and it is still circulating today.
There is a poem to prove it: "There are ten girls and nine good girls in Zixie Street, Dongxi Town". The tracker on Weihe River once shouted: "What did you eat last night? -
In other cases, although not wild, the content is shy. If you listen to it, you will get it. If it's not good for the media, you'd better stop.
Although the products of Qijiang are not loud, most of them are common things in the entrance, and the price is not high, but they are also affordable. Such as beef jerky, rice suffering, shredded radish and so on. In recent years, fresh bracken with old bacon, yeerba and dried bamboo shoots have also been developed one after another.
As for making heavy and strong iron pots, it was the glory of Qijiang in the last century.
Qijiang is uneven in terrain. Relatively speaking, Zhenzhen Street is relatively flat, located in the hinterland of Qijiang, and is also the grain production center of Qijiang. There is no retort (wooden pot for steaming rice) on the legendary Zhenzi Street. Whether this is the case or not, I asked some local old people, and they all said different things, but in the end I didn't know.
It is estimated that in the early years, the grain output was low, and the food was mainly porridge, and the retort bags were not used much, so naturally no one sold them. But guessing is guessing after all, and it's no big deal, and it doesn't matter. Over time, it is rare to have this luxury.
Looking back on those days when I was studying in Qijiang, I was really wronged. How much I have learned is still in my mind. Unlike my deskmate, I study hard during the day and pursue school flowers at night. In less than half a year, I was entrusted with one thing, which made my roommates and classmates envious.
On second thought, I also blame myself for being late, not as good as others, and I can't blame others for getting there first. The east is not bright and the west is bright. Although I have invested little in knowledge and emotion, I have learned a lot about being a man. Although the school is not as good as Huangpu Qingbei, it is a place to teach and educate people. I have to thank my headmaster for this.
The headmaster, surnamed Li, is not tall, a little thin, his face is white and red, and his walking posture with his hands behind his back adds a bit of majesty to his understanding.
Occasionally met at school, can't dodge, had to bite the bullet and say hello to a headmaster, regardless of whether to take a reason, and then around the corner to escape from his sight.
I have been afraid to ask his name because of awe.
During our study, the headmaster only gave us two lessons. The opening ceremony is nothing more than words to encourage us to learn as soon as possible. The content is common in the whole country, so I am not impressed. I said a lot when I graduated, most of them were earnest and earnest. Only the phrase "those who are afraid of suffering will have to suffer all their lives" is simple and profound, and it still bothers me.
After studying for two years, my professional knowledge is almost intact, but this instruction from the principal has benefited me for nearly 30 years.
He also said that I was a teacher and my surname was Li. It is said that my parents have something to do with movies and are artists. Influenced by art since childhood, although he teaches physical education, he is good at writing Chinese chapters.
When I was studying in Qijiang No.4 Steel, he took us to play basketball in the afternoon and wrote behind closed doors at night. When I go to physical education class in summer, I always go swimming in Sanjiang by car. He taught me twice in the water.
Later, due to personal ability and the needs of higher authorities, after many twists and turns, I finally transferred to Chongqing Iron and Steel Group as the editor of Steel Flower magazine. From then on, I ran to him when I was free and really asked him for words and phrases. ...
Just when his career was in full swing, he died suddenly because of his envy of talents. I was surprised first, and then I went into meditation for half a month. Finally, I still haven't found a suitable reason to comment and criticize my teacher.
I think his choice should have his reasons. As his student, I can understand any of his teachings, just as a bird can sometimes practice flying and flapping its wings in the mountains with Dapeng, but it will not understand Dapeng's ambition to fight against the thrush in the sky after all.
What I can do is to stand in front of his grave every Qingming Festival, pull out all the thatch in front of the grave, light two candles, make a red incense, cry silently for a while, bow respectfully, and then whisper to him: Miss Li, the students see you are here. ...
These are hard and heavy topics in Qijiang before. Many years have passed, and great changes have taken place in Qijiang.
In the past, the desolation of Hedong has long been a key development zone with high-rise buildings and businesses all over. Three bridges, old and new, tightly bind the economies on both sides of Qihe River.
The construction of towns in Qijiang is in full swing, and the construction of new countryside is also surging.
Twenty towns and villages have successively set up characteristic economies such as resorts, farmhouses, plantations, happy farms, art festivals and flower exhibitions, which have attracted countless citizens to go for an outing in the new countryside of Qijiang on weekends, let their mood fly in the spring, go to farmers to adopt grain pigs, court chickens and flower fruit trees, and enjoy a fresh and environmentally friendly low-carbon life in the original ecological environment.
In the spring of March, the peach blossoms blushed, and the pear blossoms in Fenghuang Mountain in Yongxin Town of Qijiang blossomed again.
Invited several students studying in Qijiang to drive to enjoy the flowers. I haven't been here for a long time, and the pear blossoms all the way.
Before going up the mountain, colorful flags fluttered on both sides of the road and slogans were everywhere.
"Things in Qijiang can't be relaxed for a day", which means that the local government and farmers are diligently practicing their promises at a speed of seizing every minute.
Drive to the top of the mountain, and then look around the foot of the mountain: 10,000 mu pear garden, pear blossoms like snow. The pear flower girl in white gauze dress is hospitable and shuttles between pear flowers to meet, talk and take photos with her peers.
In the dam of the farm house, the simple aunt and sister-in-law brought us a thick and sturdy bench, the simple and honest eldest brother handed us homemade tobacco, and the clever mountain sister let us taste sweet and intoxicating pear wine and delicious pear paste, which unconsciously brought us into spring.
Wandering in this sea of flowers, we can't help but be deeply moved by the development and changes of Qijiang for decades. ...
Qijiang, I will come back when I have time, because your ingredients have already melted into my blood.
My growth, my maturity, my affection, and those who taught me to raise me and accompany me, those souls, those unforgettable teachings, and those beautiful memories like pear blossoms haunt me all the time. ...
Oh, Qijiang, your love, your simplicity, your kindness, and your stubbornness towards me are all in my heart, and I have been attached to one after another homesickness complex that I can't see and can't give up. In this life, I will never forget it. ?
About the author:
It's past noon. His real name is Liu Ling, a native of Yubei District, Chongqing, and his ancestral home is Lijiaping, Gaomiao, Guo Fu, Qijiang District. He used his pen name: Han Xing Leng Yue, Wudao. He has been a technician, propagandist, editor of enterprise newspaper, secretary of enterprise, chief of functional department, minister, secretary of materials and equipment department, secretary of engineering project department, etc. Member of Chongqing Political Research Association and Chongqing Photography Artists Association. I have studied literature for more than 30 years, and occasionally essays and photos are scattered in municipal newspapers and poetry magazines.