There is always a river flowing in my dream, and waves of river waves and weak whistles beat my heart. That's the green Jialing River-the river in my hometown. It still reverberates in my heart, showing my deep yearning for the landscape of my hometown, my deep nostalgia for my relatives in my hometown and my infinite nostalgia for my childhood.
When I was a child, this river always bothered me. It can take me to my grandmother's home-a small town on the Jialing River. Besides my grandmother, I often visit several uncles and aunts and many cousins. Many wonderful times of my childhood and adolescence were spent in this beautiful mountain village. As soon as the holidays arrive, my aunts will come to Chongqing to meet me. When I was a child, I felt that the waterway for nearly 2 hours seemed so long and the scenery outside the ship was so monotonous. Turning a big sandbar, you can see a village shaded by trees on the river bank in the distance. I suddenly came back to life, and gradually, the old yellow horn tree on the cliff became more and more clear. We call it the message tree. Third aunt's house is by the tree, and the whistle sounds. Impatient cousins have already poked their heads out and looked around the low wall in front of the door. I've also seen people waiting at the bow, and they can't help shouting together on the shore.
In my memory, my grandmother is a kind old man, kind, cheerful, hospitable and very popular.
Grandma's home is in the street. She can't leave home every day. The shopkeeper has filled the door with goods, and the people crawling in the street are very lively. People I know or don't know often leave empty baskets at grandma's house after they are sold out, then go to visit relatives to buy things and take them home. I remember one hot afternoon, when we were having lunch, we were packing and wanted to take a nap. Seven or eight old ladies came to the door with piles of straw hats on their backs, sweating profusely, and sat down to enjoy the cool. Seeing this, my grandmother enthusiastically let the tired and thirsty old ladies into the house and learned that they were selling straw hats and had to walk hundreds of miles of mountain roads. My grandmother also served them mung bean porridge to satisfy their hunger and thirst.
I have three uncles.
Although my uncle is a farmer, he likes Sichuan Opera very much. He usually likes to sing several operas, such as Autumn Moon in the Han Palace and Going to the Wall at once, and he knows the aria and spoken English by heart. Most of his knowledge comes from China traditional operas. In that small mountain village, uncle can be regarded as a cultural person, but he is not respected. It turned out that when everyone was starving in those years, my uncle left his wife and children and went to the city to build a fragrant nest with a woman, probably influenced by the story of talented people and beautiful women in traditional Chinese opera. But the good times didn't last long, and soon he was taken home and controlled by the commune. My uncle didn't do his duty as a husband and father, which is disgusting. Later, although I was relieved, I became lazier and didn't want to work. He sings in bed all day and sometimes finds fault with my aunt. Not bad for us kids. He often shows off his knowledge of traditional Chinese opera, and we don't like him. Grandma doesn't dislike it and often gives support and care. The most pitiful thing is my great aunt, who is humble at home, waits on her husband carefully, always lowers her head outside, and talks humbly to people for fear of offending others, as if she were being controlled rather than her great aunt. I know it's her uncle's fault that she can't hold her head up.
Life at my aunt's house is very difficult. Several children are trying to help with the work in the fields, but they are still too busy to take care of themselves. Sometimes when I visit my cousin, menstruation invites me to dinner, but I can't get anything good to entertain me. I feel deeply uneasy. I scrambled to cook a big bowl of egg noodles and stuttered with me. That look is really unforgettable for a lifetime. My period! I always think while eating. When I grow up, I must help her, let her go out with new clothes and go to the general meeting with dignity, so I don't have to sit in the corner timidly. In this way, she can treat her guests calmly and not be embarrassed because she has no money.
His uncle is a disabled soldier who participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. He works in a town 20 miles away and likes drinking. He comes back to live for three or five days every month and "soaks in wine" every day. No one will accompany him to drink, he will still look charming, and he will not pay attention to snacks, as long as he can fool chopsticks. Fortunately, he will fall asleep after drinking too much, and will not be crazy and scary. When he is awake, he plays with children all over the world. He is a very lovely person. Every time his uncle comes home, grandma always wants to get something delicious and let the children invite her to his uncle. Uncle always asks if there is any wine in a daze, and shakes his tall body when he goes out.
My uncle works in a foreign coal mine and seldom goes home. I only remember that my uncle didn't talk much, but he talked and laughed. He is a very easygoing and kind person.
In my eyes, grandma's house has many novel things. What attracted me most were the swallows under the eaves and the chickens on the ground. Early in the morning, sitting in the hall for breakfast, I saw the big swallow busy flying in and out, and the little swallow crowded its head in its nest and chirped. I want to catch one to play, but the adults won't let me, saying that I have offended them and will not settle here next year. Those who refuse to settle with swallows have no good luck and will be unlucky. Moreover, the swallows built their nests too high and had to close the door to drive away those fluffy and chirping chickens. Finally, they caught one and sat on the threshold, watching the frightened chicken kneeling, screaming anxiously, turning around and looking around. It's really interesting and fun.
The most annoying thing is that it is too late to use kerosene lamps for lighting and supper. Although my grandmother loves me very much, she refuses to change the habit of cooking late at night. Seeing that the sun has set with her beautiful orange red, we can't hear the voice calling us to eat. Grandma still chooses rice in the evening photo at the door. When dusk comes, she can't see her eyes, so she goes into the house to cook. When eating, there is a lamp on the table and a lamp under the table ... that is for chickens looking for food. Not used to it, I often knock over the lamp on the table with a wave of my hand, and kick over the lamp under the table in a panic, making the little people scream and the chickens jump around, which is terrible. Many years have passed, but the dinner under the flashing kerosene lamp left me endless warm and tender memories.
At that time, I was definitely not a quiet and well-behaved girl. Third cousin said that after I went, the children became more naughty and even the mice were restless. For our naughty, grandma just smiled at us, maybe in a far place, I was not often seen. I am especially loved by my grandmother and aunts. My aunt's children always want to drag me in when they come up with any fun new tricks, and they will not be scolded if they go out of line.
I like to go to my grandmother's house in summer best. The summer vacation is long, and it's not bad to go swimming by the river. Riverside, gave me a lot of childhood joy, those dark rocks, round puddles on rocks, tadpoles in puddles, and the warm beach, river crabs hiding in the cracks of water and secretly pinching people's feet ... This short section of riverbank is a fascinating world, from which I can enjoy endless fun.
I like the tree-lined area behind my aunt's house. Although there are only a few bamboos, several acacia trees and an abandoned millstone, putting two bamboo chairs is an excellent place to study. After breakfast, I take the book there and read it quietly ... If I stand on the slope, I can overlook the ship with its mast exposed in the morning fog through the shade, and I can also enjoy the magnificent sunset in the evening.
On summer nights, I like to enjoy the cool under the old tree in front of my third aunt. At noon, the noisy cicada has long been silent, and the crow has returned to its nest. In the quiet, facing the late river wind, how many stars shine on the fish and fire on the river, and the river flows eastward quietly, which makes me feel very comfortable.
However, what prompted me to know about life and the world was to see those naked trackers pulling boats on the smoky sand bar on a dog's day: their heads almost touched their knees and their knees almost touched the sand! Left a series of deep footprints. I suddenly realized that life was still so hard, and when I thought of fishing boats in the starry night, I felt a heavy feeling that I couldn't say or say. This feeling has troubled me for a long time, and gradually, I am no longer a carefree girl who is obsessed with fairy tales. My aunts were glad of my silence, saying that the girl was sensible and quiet.
I haven't been to that small mountain village since high school. My grandmother died the year before I graduated from college.
Farewell to student life, after many twists and turns. The hardships of life and the exhaustion of the world still make me miss my grandmother's knees very much, and I still want her protection as much as I did when I was a child.
The river still flows eastward, and the bamboo forest on the bank is still lush, but grandma no longer looks at me affectionately. Where to find that love? Where does my soul belong? This life is a long-cherished wish. 1978 After I left my hometown, the grass on grandma's grave turned green and yellow several times. After so many years, I failed to add a piece of soil to grandma's grave, and I was so ashamed that I often bit my heart. But I am afraid to go back to that small mountain village, afraid that the familiar streets and simple customs are not what they used to be, which will destroy the feelings that I have cherished for many years. It's just that I often relive my childhood in my heart, relive my old place in my dreams, and vaguely see my white-haired grandmother smiling at me, as loving as she was then. And my aunt in her sixties and seventies. My heart is full of their love and care. I wish them happiness, health and longevity in their old age.
Jialing River, the river of my hometown! Please send the news of my hometown to my dream and go home with my grief and thoughts.
Essay on business trip
I just came to the company for a week, and I was lucky enough to go to Nanchong on business. It's the first time to have such close contact with Jialing River. This eternal river has been flowing for thousands of years, feeding generations of creatures and people who depend on it for survival. The first time I saw Jialing River was in Chaotianmen, Chongqing, where Jialing River joined the Yangtze River. One side is clear and the other side is turbid. Two rivers with clear boundaries meet and roll eastward. The Jialing River there is swift and swift, which reminds people of its grandeur. The Jialing River in Nanchong is quiet and distant. People on the river slide wooden boats, fish and cast nets on the quiet lake, and live quietly and carefully.
Maybe God cares about me. When I complained that I couldn't get the sun all day, he even parted the dark clouds and let me see the light in the daytime by the river. The sun is lazily shining on me. I haven't walked by the river for a long time, and a long-lost feeling has returned to my heart. People here still retain various living customs left by the ancients thousands of years ago. Women carry baskets and go to the river to wash clothes together. They beat the dirty clothes with wooden hammers and let them flow away with the river. I have never seen such a way of washing clothes. What amazes me even more is the rapid development of the modern electrical appliance industry. Some people still use this ancient method. I admire the river and admire them with pious eyes. However, they didn't care about my strange eyes. While talking about the shortcomings of parents, I quickly washed clothes. This kind of life that I once yearned for is now really in sight.
The calm river reminds me of the Yellow River involuntarily. The water in Jialing River is different from that in Yellow River. Jialing River is clearer and quieter, and the Yellow River is turbid and swift. The boats on the water are also very different. The boats on the Jialing River are getting older and older, while the boats on the Yellow River are atmospheric and vigorous. This is like the character of the people in two regions. The Jialing River in the south is exquisite and long, and the Yellow River in the north is magnificent.
My job is to step on the plate and shoulder the tasks entrusted by the leaders. I can only take a cursory look and not stay by the river for a long time. I walked all the way along binjiang road to Jialing River, a tributary of Xihe River. The serious pollution has made it unrecognizable, and the river is full of garbage. Even so, reeds and weeds still grow tenaciously here. The sun shines proudly on the creatures that depend on it, and it burns my face. I found a gazebo and looked at people on the other side of the river a few steps away. The children are playing by the water, and the old man is sitting at the door enjoying the sunshine ... I suddenly miss my hometown and the Yellow River, which I have never missed before.
Remembering the night I left home, my sister silently helped me pack my bags. I know there are too many complaints and disappointments in her heart, but she knows me too well and can only choose silence. On the train, I received a message from my sister: What is buried in your heart, your experience will make you a mature and attractive person, and you must be a happy and enterprising girl! Tears jumped out of the box, instantly blurred my eyes, and my heart suddenly hurt like a knife. I really want to live a simple and happy life, but because of my personality, I am destined to travel and work in this life.
I remember, a friend said to me, "It takes courage to rush in and it takes courage to retreat. You have to face the life after giving up bravely. " Indeed, the hard work of one person makes me more and more unbearable. At the beginning, my heroic mind had been shattered by reality, and my original spirit and spirit had been honed to ashes. Fortunately, I am still a determined person. Although I have experienced all kinds of things, I am still full of optimism and positivity. I am always in the most lonely time. Fortunately, I still have a group of friends who care about me. When I need them, they always step forward. Although Qianshan is far away, they spare no effort to encourage me and help me. I think I should thank God for giving me the most rare and precious thing in my life. I believe the road ahead will be wider and smoother. ...
Binjiang Liu Xi Kite House
● Jie Li, Sichuan.
( 1)
I hope a snow will cover the spring hidden in the frozen soil.
On weekends, my wife and I accompanied our son along the berm of Jialing River to see the wet sky in the fog rising by the river.
The birds in the sky have been lost, and the sun is lying lazily on the rocks by the river.
Rural coquettish in coastal cities. After winter, the girls are very relaxed.
A student who is studying lights up wintersweet's eyes. The soft turf hides the secret of winter, and the walking peach blossoms are red. I saw the sky quietly lifted by the gentle wind.
The flowers waiting in Hexi last winter are flying kites all over the sky. On the river bank, the green grass is full at the first tide.
(2)
Delicate willow branches, sipping the happy river, who is scratching the new grass?
It is still winter clothes, which become pure in the warm sun of spring, and the misty sky and the fragrance of the earth open before my eyes.
Is running water really heartless? Jialing River flows from spring to winter!
Where will the dead leaves of the big branches end up before they fall?
The hot air from the grass tip at the foot is the wet fog on the Jialing River.
The original stone pier, lined up, was full of chattering magpies.
Jialing River, Jialing River. The whistle of ships makes my heart ache.
(3)
People come and go, and the city has been left behind.
For a scene we are used to on Binjiang Avenue, only when we are lost or silent can the river really appreciate it.
In the surging Jialing River, a barge boat rowed across the undulating water surface and gradually drifted away until it became a small black spot. Can the separated water flow restore calm in an instant?
How many bends, how many shoals, how many storms are rushing, Jialing River is the mother river of Nanchong people, and its water nourishes the fertile soil of Nanchong.
In the newly-built shipping terminal, a large group of people are pointing to the vast smoke waves in the distance.
(4)
The weeping willows beside Binjiang Avenue stir the waves of the whole river.
The golden color sprinkled by the sun caused layers of light and shadow on the water.
I picked up a pebble and threw it out. There are ripples on the river, and pebbles lie quietly in the center of the ripples.
Fishermen crouched by the river, facing the shore, and sculptures and colorful floating objects rose and fell in the waves.
"Swish swish swish ..." The arc drawn by the fishing rod is in harmony with the kite line overhead.
Flying birds inadvertently sow seeds brought from afar, and a few crisp songs fall on the golden water, and spring is about to slip by.
(5)
My son just stared at the broken kite in the sky. Where is it going?
A free kite, a kite without homework wandering in the vast sky, let it fly, go to a distant place and look for the one that flew away last year. If it is downwind, go further and glide with a tired bird. Don't be afraid of wind and rain, how can there be a rainbow without wind and rain? If the sky can't bear the weight of your flight, it doesn't matter if you fall. The landscape trees in the riverside promenade are your eternal embrace. If you meet mountains, rivers and kites, where is your free space?
When the west wind blows, the kite flies a little higher and smaller, and really blends with the sky, adding a companion to the lonely and distant sky.
(6)
The wife sat down on the stone bench next to the green space, and her son followed.
Looking back at the sky, the flying kite is leading the birds in the sky.
I know my son has a strong desire to fly, but no matter how high he flies, can I wear the thread in my hand?
Walking on Binjiang Avenue, watching swallows droop, flowers bloom and fall, strolling among them, the river mist is transpiration, the distant mountains are close to the water, the spring flowers are blooming, and Binjiang Avenue is still extending indefinitely.