My grandparents, from Liaozhong County, Liaoning Province, said on the water side that they were in other people's houses.
Because the moon and the breeze are the same as my hometown, whenever someone asks me, I can only vaguely say that I am from the northeast.
Even though my native place is Qixian County, Shanxi Province, that's where my ancestors lived six years ago. For me, of course, it's just the concept of family background.
I was born in Qiaojiawan, where there are eight families with ten brothers, seven grandfathers and seven grandmothers, and there are countless uncles and aunts in their family (the third and fifth grandfathers died early, and I don't even remember what they look like in their photos).
In a big family in a small mountain village, although I am the eldest son of my eldest grandson, my justified privilege finally came to an abrupt end on the day when I resolutely left my hometown with my mother.
At that time, I thought that this kind of migration was not far away, just a stopgap measure for returning, and the strangeness I had to face was just a bright moon with a different angle and orientation and a warm breeze like Dawan.
I don't know, this step is 40 years. After getting used to it, it becomes a natural step, and there is no intention of stopping for a moment.
Over time, I actually hope that I will be indifferent along the way in Call of the Soul and the scenery I am pursuing on my journey, and the contradiction will become a breeze.
A big river
In 4000 BC, Sumerians began to establish Mesopotamian civilization, and chose fertile crescent land in the middle and lower reaches of Tigris River and Euphrates River.
Similarly, in 4000 BC, the ancestors of the Chinese nation, relying on the Yellow River basin in the north and the Yangtze River basin in the south, thrived and merged with each other and gradually established a splendid Chinese civilization!
Water is the basic source of life. As a result, every molecule of the progress and development of human social civilization, on the banks of large and small rivers, quietly shines with the magnificent personality of weak life.
The year I met this big river, I was thirteen years old, a cicada who didn't understand snow at the age of thirteen. ...
There is no water in this river. Because of the cold, the river is covered with ice as bright as a mirror.
The river bed tens of meters wide is not as wide as Songhua Lake, but it is much wider than the river in Dawan, so it should be a veritable river-I think so. Walking alone on the clear ice, watching the red willows on the shore, like in Dawan, are also covered with hoarfrost flowers. Groups of children, old and young, laughing and playing with ice, passed by me from time to time, but there was no playmate I was familiar with.
Ye Li's family, a single-family family on an island in southern Henan, is holding a wedding for her eldest son. The woman to be married is the only daughter of the Qiao family's big bowl, and married the uncle of the fourth grandfather's family in Hebei town. This uncle, surnamed Wang, has been following his dead father. He is not grandpa four's own son, but when we needed him to help us settle down in this village across the river, he found grandpa Li as the team leader.
Uncle Li's youngest son, younger than me, limped with the lame leg left by penicillin, carrying a bamboo pole to fry a group of children, large and small, and they joined in the fun. This little cripple is called "Guo Jun" and looks as handsome as his name, perhaps because his legs also represented the level of "Chinese medicine" at that time. Later, everyone jokingly called him "Guo Lame".
"Guo lame" lost his mother at an early age. Ye Li's love, brother and sister's spoil and neighbor's tolerance have made this little guy develop a domineering attitude.
Looking at the favored "national lameness" at the moment, I endured the memory of Dawan. In the strange crowd, I found the mother who accompanied the bride, said hello to the time to go home, boarded the "ice slippers" on my feet, and felt the terrain of this new home alone along the river, just like a scout sent before the war.
The big town where my uncle lives is dozens of times bigger than the big bay of Qiao's family, but there is no big house as magnificent as Grandpa's. On the contrary, rows of workers' new villages with red walls and green tiles are scattered on the Baitu Mountain in the northwest of the town, which looks quite magnificent. Uncle said that there are more than 20,000 people living in metallurgical mines in the province, more than the residents in the town. Everyone who goes to the countryside in Dawan knows that it is in this gold mine.
I don't know if I will see a grenade uncle and Uncle Ding who gave me a mauser pistol sliding to the upper reaches of the river here. In winter, the sun shines on the snow in the river, changing and dancing on the bright ice.
On both sides of the river, there are villages of different sizes, which are connected intermittently. The flowers and magpies on the old elm tree are chirping. I stopped to look at them in the river and saw the bright white sun hanging on the treetops. I suddenly froze there.
Textbooks have been telling me: "One spring water flows eastward", and nanxi river and Xiaobeijiang in Dawan also flow eastward into Songhua Lake, while the river at the foot just flows westward in the opposite direction.
The sun is shining on the south side of the head, and the running water overflowing from the ice gap by the river leisurely devours the residual snow on the downstream ice. ...
Later, I gradually learned that this 70-kilometer-long river is called "Qimu River", so it flows westward, because the source of the big river flows from the western slope of Weihuling at the southern end of Zhangguangcailing in Changbai Mountain. The natural law that man struggles upwards and water flows downwards makes the limitations of cultural romance accepted in the naive mind gradually correct the vague conceptual deviation in the gradual clarity of geographical attribution. Even though the two mother rivers of the Chinese nation flow into the sea in an eternal way, due to the overall geographical characteristics of China, the water flows downwards, which can still make the Yarlung Zangbo River wander south and go abroad leisurely.
After the first heavy snow in winter, it didn't snow much this year. On the roofs of people's houses in towns and cities in Hebei, the old blue-gray tiles are exposed, mixed with thatch and dark brown, and huddled in rows on the edge of a large grassland under the northern mountain.
Around the island of "Guo Lame" surrounded by Wuqiu River on the south bank, there are also bottomless meadows. These two fertile fields since ancient times have given this ancient town a very natural title-Erdaodianzi, which is derived from scenery and pictographs.
The name of this Qimu River comes from the Manchu word "Muxuebila", which is a big "river" that can be rafted.
Cutting down trees and taking pictures of the magnificent scenery of Songhua River describes the historical traces of Manchu Mubang culture, and the newly discovered Neolithic and Bronze Age relics on both sides of the river are enough to bring the awesome civilization of this river back to 5000 years ago!
Of course, Qimu River is also a river with a long history and civilization!
It's just that when I was a teenager, I stepped on the solid river ice and couldn't feel the massiness of this river civilization.
At that time, I could not understand the thin feelings of teenagers. In that particular historical period, because of a trivial matter of "catching fish and touching shrimp", how could it offend the state machine that covered the sun and make the industrious and rich father become the object of transformation of the "proletarian dictatorship study class" in his hometown?
And this is one of the reasons why my mother led us to leave our hometown and abandon the darkness for the light.
Loyalty is because the chips of betrayal are not big enough; And betrayal is because the price of loyalty is too bloody!
Trees die when they move, and people live when they move! In the harsh environment that can't be changed, my parents chose "walking is the best policy", which made me lucky to enjoy the blessing of this river!
At that time, a big wooden bridge was built on the Qi Mu River. Seven or eight pentagonal wooden piers filled with solid stones. The thick wooden pillars near the water and the water stains vaguely engraved at the height of three or four meters make me wonder how the gentle and crawling little silver dragon, the grandeur of the flood peak period, will breed the power to destroy decay. Four or five basin-thick logs are arranged on the uneven bridge deck. I walked back and forth on it trembling, exercising my courage in the only way after opening a river, and at the same time letting me know the length of the bridge, which is not less than 150 meters.
Under this wooden bridge, which can't be opened to traffic, a month later, my father finally came to complete the transformation.
Behind my father, there are two carts and four healthy horses, full of corn and soybeans pulled back from my hometown. These grains soaked with parents' sweat once made my new neighbors blush for a long time-at that time, the daily work value of this production team always hovered around a few cents, and even had a bad year with negative daily value. Therefore, I have a vague hunch that without the rich foundation of Dawan, there will be countless hardships in life before the reunited family.
This brand-new river in my eyes, before me, before mankind, flowed here, exhausted all resources and supported everyone who came here. It must have witnessed the suffering and unyielding struggle of the people on both sides of the strait.
That winter, "Guo lame" father gave us a painful experience on a snowy winter night. He said that it was a cold winter in Gaby when the Japanese seized labor. People pointed a gun at this river to transport wood to the lower reaches of Songhua River: "At that time, there were no thick cotton-padded clothes to wear, and cattle plows rushed by the river day and night. Japanese people without humanity don't have enough to eat, and they have to catch animals when they can't walk. " Grandpa Li suddenly pointed to his crotch and wiped it emotionally.
Qimu River, a river that once carried suffering and humiliation, was given to me, but in the next ten years, I was slowly raised with her sweet water and her nourishing fragrant rice.
The warm river in Qi Mu has alleviated the pain of my repeated setbacks; The torrent of Qimu River also inspired me to stand up and fight after repeated setbacks.
Muqihe, listen to me sing "Let's Paddle" and look forward to the future; Mu Qihe also listened to me sing "Iron Heart" which despised injustice; Muqihe, listen to me sing the more frustrated and brave "Start Over"!
Many years later, I was in a foreign land, singing "Cloud of My Hometown" to my Muqi River, "As long as I have you" and singing "Beautiful Myth" to her that will never change in my heart!
Qimu River, the river of my hometown-the moon shines on a thousand rivers, and my hometown is in my heart!
In the insignificant journey of life, Qimu River, I have been integrated into the passion of your vast river culture in the name of a drop of water!
I have traveled all over Qian Shan and experienced the world of mortals. The most beautiful attachment in my heart is you-Qimu River, the bright moon in my heart, my eternal hometown!