In the 1970s, there were no bridges in my hometown. In order to cross the river conveniently and prevent the shoes from getting wet by the river, the good-hearted people in their hometown had to put a few stones across the river. Although irregular, people who cross the river can "cross the river by feeling the stones". I've done this countless times. I'm always on tenterhooks when crossing the river. My foot stepped on an unstable stone, tripped and accidentally fell into the water.
Some people simply take off their shoes and cross the river barefoot to avoid falling into the water, which is very troublesome and helpless. It's easier to cross the river empty-handed, but it's a big trouble to carry things, move things and push things across the river. There are many farmers in my hometown. Mature fruits and ginger should be sold in the market, and pigs should be pushed to township food stations by trolleys. It is inevitable to cross the river. It's really troublesome to push things across the river like this.
When I was a child, I saw a villager pushing a big pig to the food station to sell it. On the smooth road, the pigs don't hum or move. When pushing across the river, there are more stones in the river. When people push hard, the cart shakes, and it is unstable and bounces. At this time, the pig tied to the car began to show off, screaming and moving, and the cart began to swing from side to side. The villager can't stand it, and he can't stand it. He was very anxious and shouted for help. Three or four boys on the shore heard the shouts and ran to save the driver. Even the pigs and carts are placed on the flat road, which is reassuring.
It is not difficult to cross the river like this at ordinary times. Anyway, we can still cross the river, but once it rains, cats and dogs and flash floods, we dare not cross the river alone. The river blocked the traffic, so the village was isolated from the outside world and the information was blocked. People inside want to go out but can't, while people outside want to come in but can't. At this time, students in other villages are worried about going to school.
At that time, my hometown was surrounded by a big village with a primary school. There is no primary school in the neighboring village, so the children have to go to school in our village. When they crossed the river at school, they helped each other, took care of each other, and came over on stones. But when it rained heavily, they didn't swear or dare to cross the river. If you are on the south bank of the river, you must stop coming to school. If you are on the north bank of the river, you must stop going home. The class teachers will gather in the classroom and cross the river when the rain stops and the river becomes smaller. Sometimes there will be flash floods, and it will take a long time. In this way, when it rains heavily, the class teacher will scratch his head, and the parents will be more anxious, but there is no good way.
Without a bridge, you can't drive into the village. No matter who is older or younger, get off the bus before you get to the village. At that time, there was a deputy commander of the 25th National Defense Training Base in my hometown. His name was Joe. He went home to visit relatives, and the full-time driver drove the car and was escorted by guards. It was a smooth trip. But when we reached the river in the south of our hometown village, it was not so smooth. I was dumbfounded. No matter how the jeep drives, I can't get into the village, let alone go home. No way, the deputy commander had to leave the driver and car on the beach in Nanhe, and he and the guards walked home slowly with their luggage.
At that time, most rural children had never seen a car. When they heard that an advanced jeep was parked on the south river beach, they all wanted to see what the car looked like. My friends and I both came after school. When we got there, we asked, "Whose car is this?" The answer is: "Joe's old brother's, he went home with a personal guard." At that time, I couldn't help admiring my own eyes. Seeing the senior military jeep, Nanhe recognized the car, which has always been a joke between my friends and me, and it is still fresh in my memory.
My hometown has suffered from no bridge for generations. People look at the river and sigh, and talk about the bridge. History entered the 1980s. Under the wave of reform and opening up, the village has undergone earth-shaking changes, the villagers' pockets have swelled and the collective income of the village has increased. In addition, the villagers' ginger and apples need to be sold externally, so there is no bridge. At this time, the helmsman in his hometown began to consider building a bridge, and the village Committee paid for it and the villagers worked hard. Fortunately, the village relied on mountains to eat, and many masons were trained to be self-reliant, and two bridges were built soon. The South Bridge was built to connect hometown and town, as well as rich civilization. The East Bridge was built to connect the villagers on the east and west sides of the village, and also to connect friendship and feelings. The villagers all call it "Lianxin Bridge". With the bridge of hometown, hometown and the outside world extend in all directions and exchange information with each other. When the bus enters the mountain village, it is convenient for people to go to school and work, and it is convenient to go to the city to buy food at any time. Dongfeng motor loaded with ginger and apples has left the mountain village, tractors and tricycles loaded with fertilizers and materials have entered the village, and the faces of ordinary people who like the harvest are full of smiles.
The bridge in my hometown is a bridge connecting the villagers and the hearts of the people. It is a bridge of information communication, a bridge of urban-rural communication and a bridge connecting hometown and urban civilization. The bridge in my hometown is a bridge for farmers to get rich, a bridge connecting my hometown to get rich, bringing good news to my hometown folks and sincere joy and good memories to me!