When I was in the Petroleum Institute, I knew that "petroleum" was a viscous black liquid. When we get to the ground, we have to go through a long series of processes such as earthquake, drilling and mining. My major is environmental protection, which is to prevent and control pollution in the process of oil exploitation, gathering and transportation and refining. After graduation, I was assigned to a small refinery, where oil was separated by combustion. Just as crude oil is always separated and combined after boiling again and again in the refining tower, our work revolves around these dozens of device areas, and some people even lock a certain process of a device for life. Working in this walled factory, the work is orderly and the life is stable and comfortable.
Perhaps it is trapped in the "middle reaches" of oil for a long time, and I really want to see what the upstream of oil is like. 1999 1 month, my husband and I decided to go to Qinghe, the first trans-provincial and off-site contract operation demonstration site in China petroleum industry, which is the frontier of oil grabbing and production increasing in Jianghan Oilfield.
Living in the south since childhood, I am used to the green rhyme of Jianghan Metasequoia Garden. Can you adapt to the sandstorm and desolation in the north? Life there is very hard. Can you stand it? The work here is smooth, and the office computer air conditioning is readily available. Would you like to leave? What if the child is so young?
Relatives, friends and colleagues asked with surprise and concern, and we thought twice. Is it really necessary to leave Jianghan for nearly ten years? Will you leave your new home in the prosperous area for that distant place soon? After filling out the application form for volunteering to go to Qinghe, my husband insomnia and I said, "In Jianghan, we seem to lack nothing, except something we pursue and struggle for in life." Yes, how many times can you fight in your life? For the dream of oil students, to witness the whole process of oil, and to have no regrets in life, we should burn oil and let the Christmas tree take a long journey of oil as a witness of youth flying.
When we were going to Qinghe, my mother-in-law came to see us from her hometown. I know that the burden of taking care of her son will fall on her. It pains me to think of leaving my son in the first grade of primary school when he lost his parents in childhood. I jumped on my mother-in-law and cried. The old man choked back tears and said to me, "You are a scholar and know more than me. Isn't there a song called' How honored I am when oil workers travel around the world wearing aluminum helmets'? Don't worry, I'll look after the house for you. " My son heard my crying and ran out of his room. He felt ashamed of me. "My mother is an adult and still cries like a child!" I picked up my son, kissed his face and said, "Mom and Dad are going on a long trip and listening to grandparents at home." The son nodded hard. I took my son's hand and said to my mother-in-law, "Mom, from now on, my son will take care of you and your son will take care of me."
After all, it was a long trip, and relatives and friends specially sent us farewell. Push a glass of wine for a change, revealing a kind of * * * warmth and wishes, quietly sneaking into my heart, and my tears are poetically written on my parting face.
My son couldn't bear to drink the bottle of coconut milk on the farewell dinner table and insisted on leaving it to his mother to drink on the way. The long-distance bus to Qinghe started slowly, but my menstruating son suddenly reached into the window, grabbed my hand desperately and cried, "Mom, I want you." You don't go to Qinghe, ok ... "
"Men's tears are made of gold, so they can't cry." I resisted the pain of an arrow piercing my heart and tried to take my hand out of my son's little hand. The car drove worse and worse, and my son turned around and left, falling on his menstruation and crying. Listening to my son's crying, the kind of "heaven goes to earth, screaming, are we Artemisia people?" Covered in nose and tears.
When the car drove out of Jianghan, my sadness stopped. The road was bumpy, I sat in a hard seat, and the weather was very cold. Only the idea that "where there is oil, there is home" keeps flashing, reminding me to resist difficulties and guide me to Qinghe, thousands of miles away.
At this time, although Qinghe has been developed for more than ten years, the conditions are much better than at the beginning of the battle, but its environment is still far beyond my expectations. The water here is very astringent, the wind and sand are very heavy, there are few trees, the soil is barren, and saline-alkali wasteland can be seen everywhere. The sea wind in winter blows your delicate face like a sharp knife, and the sun in summer is so poisonous that it can peel off several layers of skin. The nights here are too lonely and life is too boring. Several places are far away and there is no bus. Talking to family, going to a telephone booth far away, waiting in a long line. When I first came here, I was acclimatized, vomiting and diarrhea, and my stomach ached for a month. Why is oil always born in a desolate and remote place, which makes people feel helpless and hard?
In the new environment, new position, heavy tasks, a lot of work can not help but miss my son more and more. My husband, who came to Qinghe half a month later than me, brought a letter from his son: "Mom, I missed you very much after you left. You asked me to write a letter, and I wrote a text I just learned silently, just like my mother recited it in front of me. " My son wrote "Red Leaves in Xiangshan" silently, and the words were crooked. Many words have been replaced by pinyin. To my surprise, at the end of the letter, my son drew three circles in a circle and wrote five particularly eye-catching characters in the circle: his own life. I still don't understand. At a young age, he felt that he would have a different childhood from other children at the moment when his parents traveled far away. Or do you want your distant parents to go their separate ways when they are away?
Spring in Qinghe is long overdue. Now it is April, and it is difficult to see a little green. Being embraced by green since childhood, I feel desolate and empty, and I can't help but feel an escape complex, perhaps more accurately, to plug a gap in my thoughts. A friend said on the phone: "Jianghan is full of spring flowers and green grass." Come back and see. " This gap is like a river that has burst its banks. So I accepted the call of my family and the invitation of green, and returned to Jianghan for the first time. When he saw his son, his first sentence was "Mom, don't go again". In those days, my son clung to me as soon as school was over, fearing that my mother would run away. As soon as the return day arrived, I left quietly while my child was asleep, afraid of leaving. Afterwards, my mother-in-law told me that my son was crying very sadly and kept shouting: "Mom bad mother is bad, and my mother left the baby alone."
I once felt that I was a "deserter" and escaped the unshirkable responsibility of a mother to raise and educate her children. I escaped the responsibility of a member who was facing the challenge of the ongoing oil grab attack in the factory. But since you have chosen oil, you must choose to travel far.
I rushed back to Qinghe like a atonement, which coincided with the large-scale speech "Love me Qinghe and devote myself to oil", which corrected my feelings for oil. The fiery scene of "Red May War, Rushing 800,000" infected me.
In the speech, I heard a series of touching stories: for the sake of oil, groups of Jianghan children stayed away from the prosperity and noise, stationed at remote wells, dedicated their youth and blood to the desert beaches, and filled every piece of land where they stopped with love and responsibility; For the sake of oil, when a strong typhoon, tsunami and blowout occurred, they ignored their personal life and death, leaving blood and even life to the Christmas tree without complaint; For the sake of oil, they carry out large-scale construction such as fracturing and acidification in snowy days, and are willing to suffer hardships; For the sake of oil, some people live in three places, and there is no regret for gathering less and leaving more; For the sake of oil, some people go abroad, overcome many difficulties such as diet, residence, customs and language incompatibility, and stubbornly seek oil and explore the road in foreign countries.
This is the unique "crude oil view" of Qinghe people. If all oil people have a strong emotional "oil complex", then Qinghe people naturally have to add unique rational elements to the complex because of their special working environment and special combat management system. Compared with Jianghan homeland and Dongying base, the battle of increasing reserves, increasing production and seizing oil here is more spectacular and tragic. People here will cherish crude oil more, know it better and love it more. For them, crude oil is not only a task and responsibility, but also a "lifeblood and source of happiness". It is the conscious action of Qinghe people to smell oil and be happy, smell oil and move, and fight for oil. I feel that crude oil has become a part of Qinghe people's life, surging in their blood vessels.
Walking into the Qinghe River and approaching the oil, I finally felt the heroic spirit of the oil, the spectacular spewing, and the Zhong Ling and beauty of the Qinghe land. As a recruit in battle, I was moved by the old generation of oil people's interpretation of the flesh and blood of oil, and I had the courage to face desolation and loneliness, hardship and danger. I was attracted by the towering Christmas tree and the blooming oil flowers, and I decided to stay and do my duty.
Underground crude oil looks cold and black, but it contains hot energy. This is a bit like a well station in Qinghe, although desolate, full of warmth; Although life is hard, it has unique and endless happiness. There are many remote well stations in Qinghe, scattered in every corner of baili oil region, often manned by couples or single workers.
There are two couples in Guang3 Metrology, managing eight oil wells. Walking into the station, the equipment is as bright as new, and the pumping unit is rotating happily. Pigeons, chickens, ducks, dogs, pigs, fish ponds and vegetable gardens are kept in the yard. There are flying in the sky, running on the ground, lying in the pen, swimming in the water, green in the garden and everything is in good order. It can be said that there is a home in the station, and there is a station in the home. The small station exudes the warmth of home. An old worker stationed at Lai No.10 Station has persisted for more than six years under the environment of "one person, one well, one station, one sky and saline-alkali wasteland all around". He wrote a pair of couplets, which described the unique artistic conception of the station and his own unique state of mind. The station run by an old couple has flowers in spring, shade in summer, fruit in autumn and green in winter. Just like camel grass on the saline-alkali beach, he deeply rooted in the soil, let the joys and sorrows of life melt into the silence connected with the flesh and blood of the earth, and savor the tranquility and remoteness of life outside the noise of flowers.
In such an environment, I stayed unconsciously for three years, and the time limit for fighting came in an instant. Where there is a long journey, there is a reward. Let's leave now. I fell in love with this land again. Although the banks of Qinghe River are not green, they can be rooted in emotions, which can only be experienced and owned in Qinghe River and Youhe River. Stay? I am also worried about Jianghan's children.
When the son grew up, he gradually understood his parents' choice. On the phone, he told me again and again that the nature textbook introduced some petroleum knowledge, and the school organized a visit to the oil production team and a sketch training class. He and his classmates went to the well site to sketch. He said that the attitude of the uncle of the drilling team holding the brake handle is awesome! In the eyes of children, he looked at oil optimistically, and he painted oil with bright colors. Seeing that my lovely son is a little sensible, I really can't bear to leave him again. After all, compared with other children, he felt less licking calves. He should always be spoiled in front of his parents, but when he is bullied by his friends, he should dry his tears. When he met with difficulties in his study, he had to think independently. In the Spring Festival, Lantern Festival and other family reunion festivals, he only received a phone call blessing. ...
At the end of 200 1, I had the opportunity to go to Jianghan on business and spend a few days with my family. But living together is difficult. The night before I returned to Qinghe, my son hugged me and begged, "Tonight, I want to sleep with my mother." This should be my son's god-given right, but it tore my distance. I can't bear it: "son, come back to work so that I can help you with your homework and grow up with you." I didn't expect my son's answer to surprise me: "mom, work is a big deal, but taking care of my son is a small matter."
This kind of emotion connected with Jianghan local flesh and blood is hard to give up, and this kind of love closely related to oil is hard to let go. I feel the inner pain again and again in love, affection, friendship, love and homesickness ... However, life is full of regrets. Who asked you to choose oil? Choosing oil means traveling far, and choosing oil means running with oil. Oil man and oil commit themselves to each other, and oil man and oil are soul mates. Oil doesn't belong. Oil has no prison. Oil people should constantly "go out", from water towns to deserts, from plains to mountains, from land to sea, from China to the world, explore the north from the south, expand from top to bottom, move eastward and westward, and travel again and again. Oil people have traveled all over Qian Shan, not afraid of high mountains and high roads, overcoming difficulties and hardships, and crossing thousands of miles of Wan Li. They only hope that oil will wake up from the depths of the earth's crust as soon as possible, and only hope that the boiling liquid of oil will gush out!
So, I chose to travel again and stayed at the forefront of oil for another four years. Accustomed to being called "frontline soldier" by Jianghan locals, I am very happy to hear this name. During these seven years, my son gradually adapted to his parents' long journey and their separation by running back and forth on the road from Qinghe to Jianghan 1300 km. When he left, his son was 6 years old, changing his deciduous teeth, his head was less than half of mine, and he often cried for his mother. Now he is a middle school student and has learned to say "goodbye" smartly and "peace" easily.
Acacia in the two places, how much care, oil gave us a different way of life, but also gave us a different life. I want to thank oil, which has given me a strong background and composed a brilliant and wonderful music for my ordinary life. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to explore the saline-alkali wasteland as young as me, and gained a full and passionate time. It was all worthwhile!
In order to adapt to the migration of oil, I am willing to travel continuously!