There are always some things, because of the weight of their life, and can not easily disappear from the memory, on the contrary, the longer the time, the more people miss.
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I have to admit that I am a person with a very strong homesickness complex. I often unconsciously recall the small village where I was born and raised, my difficult and bitter childhood, and the details of my life in my hometown. Especially after 40 years of "no doubt", this kind of emotion has become even stronger. However, after carefully combing, I finally found that all my emotions are inextricably linked with a river, which is the source of all my emotions.
This small river, the adults in the village are called the Yellow Canal, because its source is in the Yellow River, it is built along the trend of the Yellow River, that is, a man-made canal is dug from the higher reaches of the Yellow River to direct the water from the Yellow River. Some people call it a power canal because there is a small power station built downstream of it, and the water in the river is the power of the power station. But no matter what the name is, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that with the existence of this river, I have everything I miss and care about.
This river, located in front of my hometown, is only 500 meters away from my hometown in a straight line. There is a path on each side of the river, and trees are planted on both sides of the path, of which willow trees are planted on one side of the river and poplars on the other. In my memory, what impressed me most was the poplar trees planted on both sides of the path. They caught my eye because they were so tall and straight, stretching their heads high into the sky, and looking down proudly and unusually at everything on the stream and path.
The water in the stream flows from west to east, uninterrupted all the year round. At that time, every summer, the river became the most desirable place for me and my buddies, and it was simply our paradise. As long as there is no rainy day, as long as there is nothing special, whether at school or during the summer vacation, my friends and I will gather on time on a cement bridge over the river at noon every day. This concrete bridge was the only channel connecting Hebei and Henan in our village at that time. Then we all hurriedly took off our clothes, all naked, and then stood in a row one after another on the narrow bridge fence, following the command of one, two, three, and only heard a few plodds. they all plunged into the arms of the stream and began to play heartily. After a while, we learned to tie Mengzi, one by one quietly into the bottom of the water to lurk up, the surface of the water to restore a moment of silence, can no longer find any trace of us. After a while, when we started a water fight, we saw only a few small heads on the surface of the water. with the sound of crackling palms hitting the water, there were splashes everywhere and shouts of laughing and chasing each other everywhere. sometimes mixed with one or two scolds. After a while, we began to compare drifting to see who can safely float on the surface of the water, and the drifting speed is the fastest and the drifting distance is the farthest. In short, we didn't go home until after three o'clock in the afternoon.
Now, I still remember clearly that when we were tired, we lay down on the path, and the paths on both sides became our open-air beds, and the poplars were like umbrellas at this time. They all spread the leaves the size of our small hands, and naturally took on the arduous task of shielding us from the poisonous and spicy summer sun. So, until now, I still can't forget the poplar trees on the path on both sides of the river, to a large extent, because it used to block out the sun for us at that time. This was the first intuitive understanding of the role of these poplars when I was young at that time. Since then, with the growth of age and the accumulation of knowledge, my understanding of the role of poplar is no longer just to shield people from the sun.
The river, the path, and the tall poplar trees on both sides of the path have been walking into my dreams for so many years, and they often come to my mind, because they are the only things worth my nostalgia in the small village where I was born and raised. However, when I went back to my hometown one morning, I went for a walk by the river and suddenly found that none of the luxuriant poplar trees planted on both sides of the river had disappeared, and they all disappeared so cleanly. At that time, looking at both sides of the empty path, I was confused all of a sudden, and I kept saying to myself, how could this happen? Why do you cut down a good tree? That morning, I was so depressed that I almost cried. When I got home and had breakfast with my father, I mentioned it, so my father told me the whole story in detail. The father said, "at first, trees were planted for fear that the path would be washed away by the water in the river, in order to prevent soil erosion, but now trees are cut down for the personal benefit of the power station, purely to sell some money." I asked my father, "after those big trees were cut down, why didn't they plant small trees again?" The father said, "besides, the trees were not planted by those people, so they only know how to cut down trees. How can they think of planting trees?"
After listening to my father's words, I was lost in deep thought: yes, my father was absolutely right. In order to dig this river, it could be said that we had dispatched people from almost every corner of our small county. At that time, at the call of the government, everyone came from all directions and dug for three years half hungry before they dug through the stream, and we can imagine the hardship. According to relevant historical records: from May 1966 to September 1969, after more than three years of joint efforts of the people of the county, a main canal with a total length of 12.86 kilometers and a flow of 16 cubic meters per second was finally built. Besides, when trees are raised, they should be able to cut down and sell money. this is also in line with common sense, but after they have been cut down, they do not want to spend money on replanting, which is in line with that provision?. What do these people who manage the power canals think? Thinking of these, my heart is quietly weeping. I think now our country is advocating the construction of ecological civilization, and what these people are doing runs counter to ecological civilization, which has to be resentful and regrettable.
For so many years, I have always understood the relationship between "stream, path and poplar" as follows: if the river had not been dug, there would have been no path; if there had been no path, there would have been no poplar trees. At first, rivers, paths and poplars were based on this interdependence, but now the path is gone, the poplars on both sides of the path are gone, leaving only a pitiful stream. I think if the leaders of our relevant departments do not wake up in time and reflect on their own practice that violates the ecological law, then one day, the facts will prove the serious consequences of what they do, and one day, I am sure they will suffer the consequences.
Now, every time I go back to my hometown, I always go to have a look at the river in front of the door, but I can't help but shed a few tears every time, because the river has lost its vitality, and the river is no longer so clear. I can no longer see the happy figure of the children. The paths on both sides of the river were rugged, covered with weeds, completely abandoned, and there was no trace of anyone walking by any more. What is more worthy of my sorrow is that the bare tree stumps can be seen sparsely in the weeds on both sides of the path. What are they witnessing? What do they seem to be crying about?
Are these lost poplars destined to be the concern of my life?
Author: Kusagawa
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