When I was a child, my family lived in the country. It is a very remote village in northern Jiangsu, surrounded by water on three sides, gurgling around the village like a white belt. In my memory, the hometown path is more than two steps wide, and the bay is curved and potholed, leading all the way to the town. It takes more than two hours to get to the county by car from the town. Although the village is only more than 60 miles away from the county seat, it takes more than half a day for an one-way trip, and you can't come back on the same day. Our family is very poor, because we do not have the money to make the travel expenses, it is an unexpectedly extravagant dream for the last trip to the county town, and sometimes we go to town occasionally, and we can't forget the scene for many days, especially when our children always get excited for a long time.
The path in my hometown left me too much impression. At that time, because of the weak economy, the villagers in the village were so poor that every household could not even turn on the electric lights. I remember that whenever night fell, people who worked hard all day moved oranges, held pu fans in their hands, sat at the intersection of three or five groups on that country road, surrounded the bridge, shook the fan, told stories, pulled home routine, and was full of laughter and coolness in the muggy air. It is on the side of the path in our hometown, in the bright moonlight and in the flicker of fluorescence, that we sit around the knees of the old people, open our eyes wide, and listen to the strange stories handed down by the old people from the previous generation. most of the stories in the old people's mouth are fascinating, and some stories often frighten us from even walking late at night. in the dead of night, we quickly grab the adult's hand and trot all the way home. He dived into bed and dared not show his head all night.
Although the path in front of my hometown is only more than two steps wide, it is the transportation lifeline of more than 200 villagers in our village. Neighbors have to pass through this path from north to south, so it is a prosperous path and a leading path. People in our village have a tradition of fishing at sea. The villagers have organized several large wooden boats to fish in the sea. Every time they come back, the warehouse is full of fish, and each household can get a lot of fish. At this time, people use willow baskets to carry or pick back from the boat, and along the path, like a dragon, one after another, each face is filled with joy. At that time, I only knew that there was a river at the end of the road, and there were many boats in the river. only one day, when I followed several children sneaking into the town, I realized that there was still such a prosperous place on the other end of the road. Although the town is only a two-li-long street, but I seem to feel that it is a city. Since then, I have a dream in my heart, which always promotes my unremitting pursuit on the road of life.
There is a power station not far from my home, where there is a computer room that drains and irrigates while helping villagers process food, feed and other agricultural and sideline products. There are seven brothers and sisters in our family, and we have to process grain once a month. Since the son of the computer room uncle is my friend, I must take part in this task every time. The fourth elder brother pushed several bags of grain with a small cart, and I pulled it with a rope in front of me, along the path in front of the door, with green crops on both sides, the white hair floating in the river and the green water, accompanied by the sound of creaking wheels, touching a handful of sweat and humming a country tune, the scene was like a landscape painting.
The path of my hometown has left me infinite joy when I was a teenager, but it is not our eternal paradise, and sometimes there is a trace of distress and helplessness, which has become an indelible memory in my life. When I was in the third grade of primary school, our hometown carried out land reform and all the farmland was distributed to every household for planting. This policy gradually improved the conditions of our family, especially because our family had a large population and did not have enough food year after year. After the distribution of land to households, our family had surplus grain for the first time, and it could sell thousands of jin every year, which was enough for us to go to school. One autumn, in order to raise my tuition, my father used a small cart to push several bags of grain to the town to sell. On the way, a heavy rain poured down, the path became a stirred mud oar, my father stuck on the road, and when the Tianjing road was dry, the grain had already sprouted, and my father was sad for a long time. At that time, in the flash of my young mind, I suddenly felt that this was the biggest difference between the countryside and the city.
In the spring of that year, our hometown developed the family sideline industry in an all-round way, and many people joined together to make bricks and burn small kilns. The sideline business of my family was to make tiles, and all the machinery work, which produced hundreds of pieces a day. Tile making needs lubricating oil. At that time, there was no special lubricating oil. It was the scraps of the oil processing plant. Every time, they had to go to the petrochemical plant 40 miles away to buy and ship. Once, because I was too busy with production, I had to ask for leave to help transport oil. As the road was too small to open to traffic, we had to row south along the river by the side of the road with a cement boat. The eldest brother shook behind the boat, and I held it hard at the bow. Because of the wind, the boat crawled towards the ants and moved forward slowly. When the wind was stronger, the boat would go backwards for less than 10 miles a day. The next day, I suggested going ashore to pull the boat, and the eldest brother had to agree that he held the rudder on the boat and I pulled on the shore. There are a lot of thorns on the shore, especially the black locust with many thorns, and I have to fight through difficulties at every step. In order to complete the task and go home to school as soon as possible, my leg was cut, my shoulder was worn red, and sweat dripped onto my injured shoulder. It hurt like salt water, and my legs were as heavy as lead, and it was difficult for me to walk, but I still persevered. When I came back that time, I lost a whole circle of weight, and I was still dark. That oil transportation trip is a pain in my heart forever. I have a dream that one day people will be able to pull the oil back from the road without having to pull the boat or fight through difficulties.
Gradually, the villagers are no longer satisfied with the path, and many villagers still hold a grudge against the road. One year, everyone discussed, started together, dug the road upside down, and then widened two or three times, and covered with brick cinder, the villagers said with a smile, this is the road, they drive tractors back and forth, their faces rippling with spring breeze. Later, the leaders of the town said that in order to be rich, the road should be built first, so as soon as the whole town started, the brick road turned into an asphalt road, and people walked on the road, like a mirror, not only flat, but also glossy. Last year, when I went back to my hometown, the path was gone, and even the asphalt road was gone. the road leading to my hometown was a cement road four meters wide. Everyone told me that now it is time to build a well-off society in an all-round way, and we are going to make our hometown look like the city. You see, the roads are all made of cement. Yes, the road is concrete, the house has also been replaced by buildings and villas, the road is open, the villagers live no worse than the city, what is the difference between the country and the city? In the future, the cement road will lead not only to the village, but also to every house. in the near future, the stream in the village may be built with brick and cement. I don't think this dream is too far away.
Author: Xu Ruliang
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