In the last century, my father worked in Huanglongshan Forestry Bureau under Yan 'an Forestry Bureau for as many as 25 years, and I studied in Yan 'an for 3 years. This place is not only strange to my mother and the whole family, but also devoted too much emotion and care. Among many cities in China, Yan 'an is undoubtedly the second hometown in our family's mind.
Mother is a typical wife and mother. I worked as a farmer and a village cadre in my hometown in my early years. She is friendly and helpful to her neighbors. She is a famous good person in the village. Later, she moved to Huanglong and Pucheng with her father and became a housewife. She bears too much burden of life, supporting the elderly and raising her children and grandchildren. Especially before his father died, he was ill in bed for four years. Every day, he delivers medicine, meals and cleaning. Mother suffered from physical and mental fatigue, gaunt face and wrinkled forehead. After my father died, I tried my best to arrange for her to go to Beijing, Shanghai, Hainan and other cities, and went to Huangshan and Huashan. But they all went with the group and didn't have the opportunity to accompany her in person. Last week, I received a phone call from an old classmate, saying that my child was married and urged me to attend, so I wanted to take my mother back to Yan 'an. My 7 1 year-old mother readily agreed and came to Xi' an from her hometown that evening, ready to go back to Yan' an with me.
Because of the rain, the flowers and trees outside the window are like fairies bathing, dressed up for passers-by to look at, and the green is fascinating. This green, compared with the memory of northern Shaanxi, is many times deeper, some incredible, and much lighter than the green in the south of the Yangtze River. In this suitable scenery, the bullet train slowly and quickly entered the border of Yan' an, which reminded Niang of Yan' an. She came to Yan 'an on 1972, and it has been 43 years. At that time, her father's unit organized her family to visit and study in the revolutionary holy land. She used several big trucks to transport my comrades from Huanglong County to Yan 'an. In her memory, Yan 'an is desolate, full of loess hills, small cities, poor people and backward conditions in all aspects. Compared with Pucheng's hometown Guanzhong Plain, Yan 'an is a poor place. I was only about 4 years old at that time. I vaguely remember walking around with adults. We were served water in a big yard. When we arrived at the bridge, there was a shelf car selling fruit. Other impressions are not very deep. It was the first time my mother and I went out of town. After dinner, the three of us took a group photo at Yanhe Bridge. Mom and dad are dressed in simple and neat clothes, and their awe of the revolutionary holy land is beyond words. In the photo, my hand sticks straight to the seam of my pants, which looks childish. The yellow photos have been preserved until now and become a permanent memorial.
The two-hour drive will soon be over. It rains on a sunny day, and the blue sky is decorated like a painting by white clouds. Old classmates have been waiting at the gate of the railway station, and the car is moving slowly along the wide asphalt road. After getting on the bus, my mother couldn't wait to accept the new look of the city through the window, regardless of fatigue. Towering buildings on both sides of the road, rows of shopping malls and shops, endless traffic and bustling crowds. Let her feel the changes in the old district, and keep chanting in her mouth: changed, I can't recognize it, the change is too great!
We were arranged to stay in a hotel in the center of the old city. The evening is naturally the warm reception of a group of students. The next morning, Niang got up early. We walked out of the hotel together and turned around and saw Baota shan. The towering pagoda greeted us again. The bridge along the river accepted the traffic and pedestrians. Mother and son strolled through the riverside park, watching the Yanhe River gurgling and muddy as the Yellow River. This river crossing the northern Shaanxi Plateau, like a mother, gave birth to the people on the land of northern Shaanxi, and also witnessed the most brilliant turning point of the China revolution. Leaning against the guardrail of the riverbank, staring silently at the Yanhe River, I can't help but recall the hardships of my father and mother's life and try to restore the scene of the three of us at the bridge of Yanhe River. May God let my father come back to us and see the changes in Yan 'an in the past and now. Tears welled up in my eyes, worrying about affecting my mother's mood. I quickly suggested taking a photo of Yan 'an Bridge, and the old man happily agreed.
When crossing the underground passage, there are many vehicles and pedestrians on the road, going up and down the steps. I'm worried about helping her father. Those warm hands covered with calluses have already held my hand tightly and said loudly: Be careful! Watch your step. I know that my mother in her later years is always worried about me with high blood pressure. In an instant, a warm current spread all over the body, which really worried my mother. She is almost 50 years old, and she is still a child in front of her mother. Liu Hegang's "Holding Mom's Hand" can't help but linger in my ears. "Holding my mother's hand again/I feel uncomfortable/my mother's waist is bent/my mother's head is white/she is in pain/my mother wants to go/I want to go behind your back/holding my mother's hand/tears are flowing downwards/those hands are rough/but she is the gentlest/holding my mother's hand/being happy/not letting go of the most beautiful waiting.
On the bridge, my mother looked around for the place where I took a group photo. She happily walked to a guardrail 300 meters away from the bridge and said, it's almost enough. I should take a photo with your father here. Let's take a picture here today. I hope your father can come too. The photographer who came together took several photos repeatedly and recorded us enthusiastically with my mobile phone. This photo was quickly printed. After reading it carefully, my mother sighed. I know that she regrets that her father failed to return to Yan 'an together, and that her strong and hard-working father failed to support his life.
I asked my mother if she was going to Baota shan. She said her leg hurts and she won't go. I know she wants to adjust her mood. At this moment, the words of comfort have become redundant, so I quietly walked with my mother in the riverside park and looked at the surrounding scenery. The road in the park is long, pebbles and moss are dark, and footprints overlap. You are still welcome. The ancient trees are solemn, vigorous and simple, with bare roots. For example, the blue veins on the back of the old man's hand, the past and present of a city, have undergone profound changes with the efforts of countless builders. There are many shops in the city center, people come and go, and a hundred years of wind and rain come and go, which is more heavy and vicissitudes because of wind and rain infiltration, and highlights vitality and vitality because of great changes. Niang lamented that she lived in such an era of full swing of change, and lamented the changes in the old district. Walking by the river, watching the scenery leisurely, recalling the bitterness, ups and downs of the past, and sighing the peace and comfort of today.
At noon, a group of classmates got together to celebrate the wedding of old classmates and children and talk about the changes after parting. One old classmate after another toasted his mother and thanked her happily. She is happy for me to have such a group of good classmates and excited for me to grow up in such an environment. Yan 'an is a sacred place in the eyes of the world. For a long time, I have always thought that Yan 'an is a fertile ground for budding thoughts and feelings. Its broad and open mind is a holy land for great men and ordinary people to conceive their thoughts. The warm and kind nature of Yan 'an people has brewed rich and profound friendship for people living here. Every time I go back to Yan 'an, I feel like an old man in He Jingzhi. Yan 'an has a feeling of home for everyone who used to work and live here. It hurts to say goodbye when I leave. This may be the charm of this land.
Traveling is not only a departure, but also a return trip, whether you like it or not. In the afternoon, after I accompanied my mother to the Zaoyuan Revolutionary Memorial Hall, I was sent to the railway station by my classmates from the East, and the train set off on time. After the revolutionary holy land got on the bus slowly, the feeling of parting filled my heart, and my mother had a good time, which naturally became my greatest satisfaction. The time spent with my mother made me feel very practical and warm. Goodbye! Dear hometown, goodbye! Dear students, I will accompany my mother back when I have the opportunity!
B in early summer is in the ancient city.