It takes three generations to make a gentleman

The countryside in May is the season when the trees are green and the grass is green.

During the May Day holiday, I had no intention of planning a long trip to a big city, because I was tired of the hustle and bustle of people and couldn't stand the dust haze covered by yellow sand. Of course, there are sunny and warm times; there are also places with green shade, but I don't like the artificially carved scenery, and the grotesque trees that have been trimmed always feel the lack of natural beauty. Therefore, during the May Day trip, I decided to go back to my hometown.

Around the hometown, the mountains are hidden, looking around. The village where I was born is not big. There are only a hundred families at the foot of a building called Dongshan. On the night when I returned to my hometown, the drizzle made everything around me fresh and clean. When the morning sun had just climbed up the backbone of Dongshan, a few barks of chickens and dogs made the village more peaceful. The sun passed through the curling smoke and a cloud floated over the village. Fresh air, so that you can not help but take a deep breath, a stream of soil after the rain filled with the fragrance between the breath.

Slippers are light, and a man walks to Dongshan. A winding path leads to the top of the mountain. The wild flowers bloomed silently by the roadside, the busy bees and butterflies danced on the branches, and the touched flowers quivered gently. Through a towering poplar forest, accompanied by the birdsong, has come to the east hillside of a platform. Among several weeping willows, where the green grass was spread, a solitary grave appeared. The tombstone reads: Li Shan, the tomb of Yang Yu and his wife, your forty sons and daughters stand respectfully.

Li Shan, Yang Yu and his wife are my enlightening teachers. It has been ten years since I left the world, but their amiable faces and elegant manners are still as clear as yesterday in my heart. The trees they last planted ten years ago have grown luxuriantly. Willow after willow, rows of Robinia pseudoacacia condensed their sweat. Li Shan and his wife used their life savings in exchange for the emerald and green of Dongshan. Awaken people's ignorance with their actions.

Thinking of the fate of Dongshan from prosperity to decline, from decline to prosperity, my thoughts also extended to my childhood. At the age of six or seven, it is time to run frantically all over the mountain. Every ditch and post in Dongshan leaves footprints of our play. The lush Robinia pseudoacacia forest is airtight and the tall poplar forest is shaded. Countless long-tailed finches, flower magpies, and unknown birds sing together. Occasionally a mountain rabbit jumps past, and a few friends will chase it for a while until it disappears into the dense locust forest. The whole Dongshan Mountain, like a green barrier, guards the village at the foot of the mountain.

A clear stream in the gully flows out of the mountains. Go to a cliff and form a waterfall. In summer, on a hot noon, adults are taking a nap. A few of our little friends will go naked and take a cold bath under the waterfall. Until the body is shivering and the lips are blue, I will reluctantly wear clothes and go home. Walking in the sun again, the poisonous and hot sun instantly drives away the chill of the body, and that kind of cozy feeling is hard to forget.

Later, Dongshan was divided into rules and regulations, which were divided into each household according to the head of the person. In two years, the villagers cut down all the trees all over the mountain. Thick trees are used as wood for new houses, and thin branches are used as firewood for the fire. People even dug out the roots and used them as firewood. The green of the mountain disappeared, the song of the birds could not be heard, and the stream in the ditch had dried up. Several meadows on the mountain are like scars on the mangy head. The whole Dongshan is more like a naked beggar. Whenever it rains heavily, the mountain is scoured by Rain Water, and he looks like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes.

In summer, it is so hot and dry that the corn leaves are rolled up by the scorching sun. In the neighboring villages, many good men and women formed a mighty rain-seeking team. Someone carried a few buckets of water and dipped the wicker around. There are also four people carrying a statue of the Dragon King, accompanied by suona, the sound of gongs and drums walking at the front of the line. Every time they walk, people get down on their knees and worship the statue of the Dragon King. Having been in primary school, several friends and I made a hat out of wicker and followed the back of the team to watch the fun. Now, when I think about it, it seems that I was watching a funny stage play at that time.

Some "knowledgeable" people in the village made remarks: our Chaoyang area is a "ten-year and nine-year drought" sealed by Chairman Mao, and it is useless to ask for rain. The next day, I couldn't wait to ask Mr. Li Shan:

Is there really a dragon king in the world?

No, Mr. Li Shan answered firmly.

Then why do people go to the Dragon King for rain?

That's superstition!

Teacher Li Shan patiently explained to us: water vapor rises to a certain height and becomes small water droplets as expected. These small water droplets form clouds. They collide with each other in the clouds and merge into large water droplets. When it is too big for the air to hold, it falls from the clouds and forms rain. Plants absorb underground water through their roots, and through photosynthesis of plant leaves, they absorb carbon dioxide and release oxygen. If the vegetation is destroyed, it will directly affect the environment around us, causing drought, or flooding, resulting in soil erosion.

In our young hearts, teacher Li Shan's words were deeply imprinted. Teacher Li Shan went to the village committee and asked the village head to solicit the opinions of the villagers. He will buy saplings for free and plant trees on the villagers' own hills. the only condition is that the villagers are not allowed to cut down indiscriminately. As soon as the villagers heard of such a good thing, they gladly accepted it. In the following decades, Li Shan and his wife will be seen making use of the holidays to dig holes and plant trees in Dongshan. Teacher Li Shan's weak body sweats like rain in the hot sun. The shoulders carrying water were stained with blood. Teacher Yang Yu carefully watered each sapling with a ladle, and her arms were burnt. Some people in the village think that Li Shan and his wife are stupid and do things with no return. Some people will also be infected by Li Shan's actions and take the initiative to help plant trees. As students of Mr. and Mrs. Li Shan, we will also take advantage of the holidays to help plant trees.

The first decade has passed, and the barren hills of Dongshan have come back to life. The lush vegetation covered the exposed ridges, the streams flowed again in the ravines, and a waterfall floated before our eyes. Birds chirp, flowers overflowing, the hometown of Dongshan has changed into the face of the past. The villagers were moved by the behavior of Mr. and Mrs. Li Shan, and no one ever cut down a tree again. No one went to ask for rain, someone joked: Mr. Li is the dragon king of our village! Teacher Li Shan just smiled faintly and said to the villagers: the only wish of our couple is that after a hundred years, we can be buried under several weeping willows on the eastern hillside, enough for this life, not for fame!

Li Shan and his wife had no children and devoted their whole lives of love to the students they had taught. We affectionately call them: mom and Dad! I remember teacher Li Shan's 70th birthday. The students he taught made up a big birthday word with doctoral certificates and undergraduate certificates. And I only have a senior technician's certificate, but I was put on the point of longevity by my classmates. A little ashamed, Mom and Dad said: we are proud of you, you also contribute to society!

A breeze blew, and the rustling of Robinia pseudoacacia leaves woke me up from my memories. I made a deep bow to my parents' grave and walked to the top of the east hill in the sun near noon. Standing on the top of the east mountain, stretch out your arms and let the breeze into your arms. The red wall of Daiwa in the village under the mountain is hidden in the shade of the sun. Once again, my heart said thank you to Mom and Dad. The saplings you took care of at that time have now grown into useful materials for society.

Mom and Dad, you put a green dream, has been rooted in the hearts of generations.

Author: nothing to do