At that time, there was no telephone. After dinner, young people invariably went to the government compound to play badminton, volleyball and table tennis. After dark, everyone gets together to sing and dance.
Teacher Luo brought the electronic organ from home, and we sang along with the music. No colorful lights, no intoxicating wine, we danced a disco in the moonlight. Sing a lot of songs. No flowers, no trees. The fifteenth moon shines in my hometown and on the border. Looking at the starry sky at night, I am looking for a star. Party, dear mother. Waves rush, waves flow, and Wan Li never stops scouring the river ...
The song and dance troupe always tries its best to see a performance at Yima Theatre every once in a while. What I remember most is the first platform: long platform, silent expectation, long train, silent waiting ... At that time, it was very cold, there was no heating, and I went to the geological exploration team yard in ice and snow to find some poets to drink and chat until I got out of the gate. Jiangsu people are hospitable and always don't want to let go.
at that time, he was young, naive and romantic. I remember it was the May 4th Youth Day. All the league members took dry food and kettles, and a group of people set off. The destination was Shangyao Reservoir. It was a hard journey, and I spent it in joyful laughter. I remember singing two songs, giving out a sun hat and a small pocket notebook, and I was extremely happy. When I came back, my feet were blistered, and I didn't dare to tell my family, so I had to bear it. Later, there were more and more activities, and I participated in poetry reading competitions and various speech competitions held in the city. Because I have spoken Mandarin since I was a child, I am always happy to win a small prize.
the white wind, out of the hut, out of the grid paper, towards the shallows, towards the distance. One Sunday, a group of young people rode bicycles from Yima and crossed Mianchi to the northwest for a whole morning. Because of the female compatriots, we also took a truck pulling stones in the middle and finally arrived at the Yellow River. The golden rape blossoms on both sides of the strait are welcoming our guests from afar.
Bailang Tiesuo Bridge spans Henan and Shanxi provinces. About half an hour later, the male players arrived one after another. We ate a bowl of tomato juice noodles made by fellow villagers in Bailang in a hurry in the south of the bridge, packed our bags and began to cross the river from the cable suspension bridge. The river is very wide and the river is very big. Standing on the bridge, people tremble and scream from time to time. It's called "yeah" in modern fashion. After crossing the Yellow River Bridge, we jumped happily on the cobbled Yellow River beach.
This is the first time in my life to get close to the Yellow River-Mother River. Innocent, lovely and lively, I only know that I took a few group photos by the Yellow River, picked up a few pebbles, drank a few mouthfuls of Yellow River water, sang a few songs and played a few small games. Race, chase and shout on the Yellow River beach. That spirit, only in youth, have this reckless vent.
That trip was also the most unforgettable one in my life. After many years, I can still remember it vividly. The second time I went to Bailang, I went with Yima literature lovers. The name of the activity was a pen meeting. Everyone took their own works and read their own poems by the Yellow River, and there was a kind of joy in their hearts.
The sons and daughters of the mother river are shouting, jumping and running ...
On that day, the sun was hot and the thin wind made the Yellow River seem a little quiet. We took off our shoes and played in shallow water, holding the Yellow River water in our hands, as pure and sweet as sucking our mother's milk when we were children.
A river wind blows, and the soft sand of the Yellow River begins to fluctuate, rolling along with fine waves, like a gentle mother, embracing this group of wanderers from afar with open arms.
The male compatriots couldn't bear the long-term depression any longer, so they jumped into the Yellow River for a swim. It is said that they swam a long distance that day. Unexpectedly, I also enjoyed streaking and swimming. Later, from their works "The Sun of the Male" and "The Madness of White Waves", we can see that this is really the case, which is their great secret.
At that time, youth and frivolity became a trend in Yima. When Yima's literary and art circles entered its peak, writers, poets, painters and calligraphers kept coming up with new ideas. Like Dai Jinghu, Deng Anbang, Qin Qunge, Li Yongqing, Zhai Jianhui and Wu Xing, their works represent the customs of Yima people and have influenced a whole generation. How many years of changes, how many years of walking on the waves, what can't be changed is my firm belief, which is my long love for horses.
At that time, the monthly salary was not very high. Friends of poetry and literature often got together, and a plate of spicy cabbage and peanuts could chat until midnight. When I lived in the old mining bureau, I remember once drinking at Yongqing's house and coming back without a car. We walked from the new city to the east construction site. Passing by the reservoir and standing high, I don't forget to watch the night view of Yima.
At that time, we thought our hearts were not free enough. We had to go to Luoyang twice a month to meet poetry friends, visit the Shanghai market and buy some fashionable clothes and shoes. What I remember most is the baked sweet potato there, which is burnt outside and sweet to the heart. Later, when I had a child, I didn't change my mind. Because my aunt was in Luoyang, she visited the market and stayed for one night. On Sunday afternoon, she took a bus to Yima to catch up with the early shift on Monday. Many years later, the Shanghai market has become an underground mall, with only two rows of specialty stores in the south, separated by a road. This is the place that many Yima women yearn for, and it is also the bridge connecting Yima in Luoyang.
many years later, the children settled in Luoyang, married and had children. The daughter-in-law is beautiful and virtuous, and the grandson is lively and lovely. Just in time for my retirement, a new round of Long March will begin again. I am like a tireless bird, flying between Yima and Luoyang.
Yima is getting farther and farther, and Luoyang is getting farther and farther. Luoyang is getting farther and farther, Yima is getting farther and farther.
the years train is drifting away, and my heart is still moving. When the space is near, it is far away, and the heart is getting longer and longer, and it has never been shortened. Just because Yima has a glass of wine, the more mellow it is, the more you read a group of poems, the more friends and relatives there are in Yima ...
Fifty years of life, 5 years of hard work and dedication, 5 years of honor and disgrace and * * *, are now fixed in Yima, a small town that has made me live for more than 3 years. It is the mountains here that raised me, the water here that raised me, and the people here that raised me.
Everything starts from scratch, starting from nothing, and living healthily is the most precious thing. It's time, it's time to settle down, land safely, and go ...