Wang Gaoqin

 

　　 "Cooking smoke, a small village, a rut on the road."-This is the most poetic lyrics of the song "My Motherland and Me".

 

　　I was born and grew up in the countryside, so I naturally know that the object of this lyrics is the countryside.

 

　　 likes this song very much, especially the lyrics. Whenever I heard this, the scene of life in my hometown when I was a teenager always flashed in my mind: the setting sun was setting, sitting in a slow ox cart driving home, loaded with the fruits of an afternoon of hard work. On the muddy mountain road, two ruts rolled out by a passing bullock cart lead to the distance. The old man is very sensible and walks unhurriedly, always allowing the wheels to follow the track, and I do not have to worry about the car leaving the track. Occasionally, I came across a rock and gave me a "chuckle", which made me awake, but I saw the village not far away surrounded by smoke-I could eat the simple and delicious meals my mother cooked immediately, and the fatigue of the day was relieved immediately.

 

　　 The author of the lyrics of "My Motherland and Me" must have a profound life experience and write rural life scenes so accurately. In this ode to the blood and flesh of the motherland and the people, this line of lyrics makes me, a rural person, feel particularly cordial.

 

　　 Dirt walls, dirt roads, firewood stacks, cooking smoke, and busy farmers in the field-when it comes to the countryside, these elements seem to be indispensable.

 

　　Public toilets, theaters, street lights, gardens, and vehicles coming and going on the street—for a long time, it seemed that they were all owned by the city.

 

　　 Recently, I went to Xiaoxinzhai Village in Wenliu Township to collect the style, but it gave me a new feeling about the countryside today.

 

　　 The minibus is traveling through the mountains, getting farther and farther from the county seat. Leaving the provincial highway, the road leading to Wenliu became a boulder pavement. There is still a long way from the seat of the township government to Xiaoxinzhai Village. I thought to myself, it would be better if it were all stone roads. At some point, I was surprised to find that the boulder pavement turned into a concrete pavement, and people driving motorcycles and agricultural vehicles passing by. Judging from the car window, the winding concrete road is like a belt, flickering in the shade of the mountains. In the depths of this mountain, there is actually a cement road leading to a natural village. Thinking back to the mountain roads I went to the countryside a few years ago, I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

 

　　 The car is close to Xiaoxinzhai Village. The plots along the road are all made of stone ridges. Wheat seedlings, broad bean seedlings, rape, cabbage, and greens are green for those large and small plots, presenting a vibrant scene.

 

　　 is the time when lunch is supposed to be cooked, but no cooking smoke rises. Looking at the row of high-voltage lines coming over the mountains, of course, you understand why the smoke is no longer lingering.

 

　　Get off the car, oh, what a big place! Isn’t this just a garden in the middle of the street? There are trees, flowers, stone tables, and stone stools. A few old people are sitting at the stone table chatting, enjoying the rare winter sunshine. An old man in his eighties introduced to us that the one sitting at the root of the opposite wall is the oldest old man in the village. He is already 92 years old. I saw the old man holding a cane, half-closed his eyes, bathed in sunlight, and looked very comfortable. Almost a century of life experience, what a rich imprint time should leave on the old man! I have a sudden respect, but still did not disturb the old man, let him quietly enjoy the warm sunshine.

 

On the side of the street garden, there is a small-scale villager activity room. There is a new and an old two merit monuments standing at the door, which records the donations made by people when the Xiaoxinzhai Village was renovated twice before and after the village road. history. I saw many familiar names on the monument. Those who go out from this mountain village have not forgotten their original intentions and are still contributing to the construction of their hometown. Many of them have become cadres and live in cities, but they care about their hometown. Looking at these familiar names, a lyric from "Fathers and Folks"-"You can't forget the roots even if a tree is a thousand feet tall"-naturally came to my mind.

 

　　 I heard that there is an ancient stele not far away. Under the leadership of a villager, another literary friend and I came outside the village. We saw a stone stele on the side of the road embedded in the mountain. The erosion of wind, frost, snow and rain has made the stele mottled. Closer and closer observation, you can vaguely see the words "22 years of the Republic of China", and you can see that the content recorded on the monument is the history of the villagers and gentry who donated money to build roads at that time. The three stone monuments separated by more than 80 years made me feel the inheritance of a simple culture and virtue, as if seeing the persistence of the villagers' loyalty, my heart was moved.

 

　　 There are no tall buildings in the village. Whether new or old, almost all the walls are made of stones. From a distance, they are coordinated and neat, but from a closer look, the stones embedded in the cement are strangely shaped, paved with pleasing patterns. In the depths of this mountain, the most indispensable thing is stones. Therefore, the villagers took local materials and passed on this architectural feature, which was invented at an unknown time, to the present, which is both strong and environmentally friendly, and also reduces construction costs. The color steel tiles on the roof, the TV antenna facing the blue sky, the wires passing through the houses and the electric meter box hung on the stone wall add a strong modern flavor to these traditional buildings.

 

　　 The playground, flower stands, flagpoles, and the faintly visible "distance education" slogan on the walls tell us that this was once a school. Now, it has become a venue for villagers' activities, and the classroom in the middle has been transformed into a decent stage. The village team leader said that there are three art teams in the village, performing here in turn, adding rich and colorful cultural content to the lives of the villagers.

 

Walking into the alleys and wandering around the village at will, it is not at all the dirty and messy appearance of ordinary rural areas, there is no firewood, no pigsty, no trash, giving people a refreshing feeling . As he walked, a public toilet with a white exterior wall appeared in front of him. Is this in the countryside? I'm in a daze. Only the chickens and ducks who run by from time to time, and the dogs who saw strangers barking, remind me: this is indeed in the countryside.

 

A fellow literary friend went to a house on the roadside to ask about the way to Monkey Climbing Rock. A young woman just introduced us while sending us off for a while, and then safely turned back when we were on the right track. When we came back, she passed by a house. The stranger host smiled and invited us to visit our house. The enthusiasm of these ordinary villagers filled my heart with warmth; the small details reflect the simple and civilized style of the small mountain village.

 

　　 It’s not far from the village to the Monkey Climbing Rock Scenic Area, but it’s a muddy mountain road with large and small rocks scattered on the road. The person in charge of the village team who went with us introduced us to the construction process of this mountain road. He confidently hoped that with the further implementation of the party's policy of enriching the people and the strengthening and expansion of the Puzhehei scenic spot, this mountain road will become an open road in the near future.

 

　　 I admired the beautiful scenery of monkey climbing cliffs and mountains and rivers. Standing on the top of the monkey climbing rock canyon, looking up, the cascading mountains are clustered with gray and white villages. A gust of mountain wind blew, and the fatigue of climbing disappeared. My mind kept replaying what I saw and heard in Xiaoxinzhai Village, and my thoughts were full. Although Xiaoxinzhai in the depths of the mountain has not completely emerged from poverty, its appearance made me feel the fruitful results of the construction of "two civilizations" here. The spacious street square, clean streets, the stage where three literary and artistic teams perform in turn, the whitewashed public toilets, the simple and enthusiastic villagers, and the concrete road that leads to the outside of the mountain make me a rural person feel different Rural.

 

　　New era, new weather, new outlook. The Party Central Committee with Comrade Xi Jinping at the core has led the entire party and people of all ethnic groups across the country to make strides towards a well-off society, and the battle for "targeted poverty alleviation" is in full swing. Under the correct guidance of the socialist ideology with Chinese characteristics in the new era, the construction of a new countryside has been accelerated and changed with each passing day. Xiaoxinzhai will have a better tomorrow. In the near future, the flowers of "two civilizations" will bloom in every corner of the mountain.

 

　　 With such thoughts, I left Xiaoxinzhai Village in the depths of the mountain.