My hometown is a barren mountain village in the mountainous area of southern Anhui. Because my hometown is far from the big water source, there are only a few artificial small ponds in front of and behind the village for the villagers to drink and irrigate daily. In those days when eating depends on the weather, as far as I can remember, my hometown suffered from drought every summer. In the summer vacation of the third grade, I heard from my father that that summer was the worst year of drought in our village.
Just after the double robbery, the villagers planted late rice. It is the time when seedlings take root and sprout on the land and thrive. How green seedlings need rain to moisten them! But the weather is not beautiful. It's been two months since summer, but there hasn't been a drop of rain on our crops, not even a dark cloud floating over our heads. There is no rain in midsummer, the temperature rises, the high temperature of nearly 40 degrees scorches the earth, the mountains and rivers are cracked, the lakes and ponds are dried up, the vegetation is like fire, the heat wave between heaven and earth is rolling, and people and animals have nowhere to hide. Seeing that the paddy fields are getting whiter and crazier, and the seedlings are languid and curled up, only a few square ponds have been watered by the villagers to dry Tian Fang, leaving only dark mud upside down, emitting a smoky stench under the scorching sun, but the villagers are helpless.
The drought is getting worse and worse, and the only drinking well in the village is almost upside down, which has seriously threatened the daily life of the whole village. And the weather is still so hot, there is not even a trace of wind, and there is no sign of rain at all. Seeing that nearly a thousand acres of crops in the village will be destroyed, at this critical juncture, after receiving instructions from superiors, village cadres immediately convened a villagers' meeting after deployment and research, calling on villagers to unite to divert water and fight drought!
In a village about 20 miles north of our village, a tributary of the Yangtze River flows through, with a wide river surface and abundant water resources, running day and night. In earlier years, our ancestors also built a large reservoir there to generate electricity, which can be used to store water to prevent floods and irrigate fertile fields to prevent drought. The so-called "water diversion and drought relief" in our village is to dig a deep ditch from the village and lead it to the reservoir of a water storage power station 20 miles away, so as to bring the water from the reservoir to our village to irrigate the paddy fields and fill up all the ponds for later use. In that era of relying on hands and manual labor, this is undoubtedly a huge project. Not to mention the length of the distance and span of the whole project, although it is not very dangerous from the terrain, it is also a tortuous and complicated terrain, which can only be crossed through slopes and hurdles. There are soft sand, but most of them are rock-solid mountains, which need gunpowder blasting to get through. Faced with such an arduous project, the villagers were in an uproar, but there was no other way. However, the thought that if this ditch is opened, it will not only solve the immediate drought, but also benefit future generations. We should show Gong Yu's courage and determination to move mountains and prepare for this tough battle.
The drought-resistant battle has just started, and the villagers who have lost their skin in the double robbery have quickly joined the battle. Although they all look dark, haggard and tired, for the next harvest, for all the sweat they have paid, and for a family that is not hungry, they have once again played an extremely vigorous spirit, digging ditches, digging earth and transporting sand. Everyone is in full swing. During the day, the scorching sun is burning above their heads, and mosquitoes bite their skin at night, but even if they take off another layer of skin, no one cries bitter and tired. Even the baby's women and children don't rest, guarding their homes and delivering food and water to the drought-resistant heroes who are fighting in the front line. In order to prevent heatstroke, although the villagers have done a lot of heatstroke prevention measures, it is inevitable that some people will faint from heatstroke. ...
My father is the captain of a team in the village. He has to lead nearly 100 players to fight in the front line of drought relief day and night, and only goes home once every few days. My two sisters also joined the fight against drought, digging ditches and transporting sand day and night every day, leaving me alone to watch the house and cook, and helping neighbors deliver water and meals to the construction site. After many days of fighting day and night, the 20-mile-long water conservancy ditch of this treaty was finally dug. When the reservoir opens, clear water gurgles and flows all the way to every field in our village, nourishing thirsty seedlings and every villager's thirsty heart and hope!
Just as the young seedlings were happily drinking the water brought by the villagers from 20 miles away, when everyone was laughing, suddenly the bad news came. When my father was patrolling the water conservancy at night, he was knocked down by several farmers who came from other villages to steal water and destroy it! The villagers carried the seriously injured father to the town hospital for rescue on foot. Looking at the bloody father, my sisters and I were scared to cry!
The whole village was furious and filled with indignation, and they picked up sharp tools such as hoes and shovels in succession, desperately looking for the perpetrators. Father's message: "When will you take revenge? No one is allowed to seek revenge. Protecting water conservancy and watering crops are more important than anything else! What kind of injury is this? I can't die! "
Just a few days after my father was admitted to the hospital, God suddenly pulled down his volcano-hot face and shook the earth. Suddenly, there was a strong wind and a downpour between heaven and earth, and there was chaos. The villagers danced in the storm and let the rain wash away and baptize their thirsty bodies and minds. They couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears. ...
Time has passed, and nearly 30 years have passed in an instant. Whenever we talk to my father who is nearly eighty years old about the drought resistance in the summer, my father's eyes will be filled with tears, and he will say with emotion, "Those years were really hard!"
This village has never experienced such a drought since that year. The spring breeze of reform and opening up has afforested our small mountain village. With the progress of agricultural science, villagers have planted single-season rice, other cash crops and farming, and their annual income is considerable, so they are no longer as poor and hardworking as before. Many young people even went out of the small mountain village to work, take exams and do business. , are mixed together in an appropriate way.
My hometown, she is no longer that barren land! The new rural construction has made her look brand-new, and there is a beautiful scene of prosperity everywhere. The only thing that remains unchanged is that the 20-mile-long water conservancy ditch excavated in that year has been preserved, like the old scars on my father's legs and body, winding deeply and shallowly on the pulse of the earth, showing the vicissitudes and sufferings of the past to future generations.
That summer, I looked forward to it, holding the direction and stroking your body. In the midsummer of that year, I witnessed the real water town; In the midsummer of that year, the poem of flowing water on a small bridge was not just imagination; Although the running water is not as clear as I thought, I don't want to miss this encounter.
Elegant white hair around my hair, I think, I can't live up to the hospitality of white-haired Suzhou. So, I put on Dongpo's mango shoes and spent my life in misty rain. In the rain, you hold up a folding umbrella for me. Can the hook I left hook the fleeting time of ancient rhyme? Can the ink in your hand outline your immortal face? Your silence is the best answer to me. I'm anxious to find it. I just want to smell your fragrance.
I wandered the streets and crossed the sea of people; My footsteps are flowing on your torso. The bell of the temple rang in the distance, but unfortunately I am not that person. Down and out soldiers have now become quiet bronze statues, with slender fingers guiding the direction of passers-by; Talk softly about your golden finger: once touch wealth, twice touch god-like writing, and three touch happy marriage. But I just touched it four times. I wonder if I can touch your loneliness in those days?
When I stepped on the dock, I couldn't find the passenger ship at that time. I don't know if you have stepped into Hanshan Temple, which is full of your poems.
That day, I poured a pot of green tea under a night parking stone tablet near Fengqiao. On that day, your elegance was fixed in my camera. If you have a soul, I hope you can sing on that river day and night!
When the rays of the sun shone obliquely on my face, I got on the crowded bus, hoping to spend less time peeking at the elegant people who stayed in the park.
Through the deep winding path, I stared at Hui Zong's "Cloud Peak" and stepped into Nanmu Temple in Jin Furong on a sunny day, marveling at the natural ancient painting "Fish Fossil" painted in marble, breathing the simplicity that has not disappeared for thousands of years.
In a trance, I heard the aftertaste of the moonlight on the riverside. In the middle of the lake, an old man and a girl dressed in ancient costumes, a boater and a pipa player, came leisurely. I was shocked, don't, don't all this, is to set off the comfort in my heart? I just shouldn't see the high heels on girls' feet. ...
Gu Song soars into the sky, the mountains are reborn with strange stones, and the architecture has a long ancient rhyme ... I framed all these beautiful women from the most suitable angle.
At that moment, I was no longer me. On that day, I washed away the filth of the world of mortals. That summer, I forgot the humiliation and sadness and silently held your hand. ...
If there really is a just visit in this world, I think I have traveled for thousands of years by now. If time can really be fixed, your history is the length of waiting for you. If ... too many ifs, just, I am not a maple leaf in the garden, and I can't write a poem praising you with the alternation of the four seasons.
I would like to be a breeze in the next life, carefree and invisible, like a dream, whispering in your ear: the clouds are light and the wind is clear and lonely, and lonely stars and few moons are accompanied by old age. I only hope that when I am tired, I can grow old with your charm. ...
The sunset lengthened my steps. People have gone, but my heart is still there!
The distance between you and me is only separated by a misty rain. You are quiet and simple there, and I want to smile here. Tears are the most beautiful misty rain!
That summer, the summer of graduation, the name was tacky, like a common vulgar romance novel, which made people think it was some kind of lewd plot.
Actually, I just want to talk about the year, the season and the summer when I graduated. ...
I didn't drink sparkling beer and shout "I graduated". I didn't stay up all night in the Internet cafe. I didn't ride a bike noisily in the street. ...
I thought that after graduation, I would hold a bonfire party anyway, burn all the books and papers, and then everyone would gather by the fire, blowing the evening breeze and talking about their dreams. ...
I used to think that after graduation, I would pack my bags, walk around and look around, and be alone, leaving all my troubles behind and being presumptuous for myself.
I once thought that after graduation, I would ride my bike all over the streets and take pictures of everything in the most beautiful way-the dog dozing in front of the door, the lonely flowers blooming by the bridge, the swagger when the ducks raised next door waddled past my door ... and ...
I think ...
However, just like this, as expected, I graduated and it was so quiet. ...
Maybe people are willing to calm down, and you have to get used to it before you can live.
Life … it's funny to write these two words down. I don't think I am qualified to say these two words, but after all, I am experiencing, experiencing and feeling-the so-called life …
This holiday is quite peaceful. I didn't cry as I expected. Even when I sent the pig away, I didn't cry, just a little sad. I think I learned to leave, from a long time ago …
This holiday has also taught me a lot, and I understand how to go in the future. Those little girls' dreams about college and rose petals are actually unrealistic.
I don't know if it is a good thing for me to understand this so early. After all, everyone has the age to dream. At this age, I am more sober than others. ...
Maybe it's good. After all, there will be no rose petals and Peter Pan who will never grow up. Reality does not need a romantic bridge.
It's not that I can't dream, but I wake up earlier than others.
Such a self, calmly surprised himself.
Only to find that growth is actually just a moment. ...
I don't remember how long ago, the friendship between the three of us seemed so invincible, so omnipotent and so enviable that we could never be separated.
In the midsummer of June that year, we picked ginkgo leaves opposite the school and put them back in the book as specimens. Ginkgo biloba leaves are fan-shaped, and in June, the positive numbers flourish, and the light green ones never fall.
I picked ginkgo leaves and put them in my favorite book when I got home. I will flip through books every day. I was told that it would turn pink after a long time. I don't know how long it will take after a long time, but in my opinion, it does turn yellow a lot.
Is it yellow? It was still so light green at that time. Can it turn pink ... I put a book on it, slightly cracked my lips and smiled. It will be a long time before I can see its beautiful side.
I don't know how long it's been, but I'm not in the habit of reading Ginkgo biloba books. Books are borrowed everywhere, and I have long forgotten that there are ginkgo leaves in them that I once cherished most. Even if I suddenly think of them, I can't remember which book they are in. Maybe it has been lost.
The pink agreement has long since vanished, and I can't find light green ginkgo leaves under that ginkgo tree. On the ginkgo tree, all the branches are yellow leaves, which makes people feel a little cold …
In a blink of an eye, three spring and autumn periods have passed, and now it's almost June. The three of us have become very scattered and seldom get together. At the beginning, the invincible friendship in the eyes of others may just fade away.
Walking on Ginkgo Road today, someone asked me, are your ginkgo leaves still there? I smiled again.
It may be there, and it has never been damaged, but I don't remember where it is, or it may not be there. I can't guarantee how it is now, but I still have memories.
I thought about it and said, it's still there. It's still in the book.
She smiled without a word, and we walked quietly on our way home. She is none other than one of the three of us.
She still remembers the ginkgo leaves we picked together that year, but everything was floating in the wind that year. Things have changed so much in three years. Since I still have memories, that's enough.
Three years, too much joy, too much glory …
Since then, aftershocks have continued, and homeless people have gone to empty places to avoid disasters. However, I received my university admission notice-Qinghai University for Nationalities in the horrified aftershock. For me who has never been out of the province, what a distant place it is. For my poor family, the strong attack of the earthquake is undoubtedly worse. My parents are worried about my tuition and living expenses when they are tired of rebuilding their homes. At that moment, someone always said, learn from a painful experience. At this time, I am really indecisive. But God is unfair to me. After studying hard at the cold window for ten years, I was almost stopped by a strong earthquake. In my grief, I can only feel the merciless disaster, the impact on my thinking and the troubles caused by the stormy earthquake.
However, God closed a door for me, but opened a window for me. In a panic and helplessness, I received a phone call from Qinghai University for Nationalities and asked me something about the earthquake and myself. When I told the school about my situation one by one, the school gave me Soong Ching Ling-Toyota Scholarship, which undoubtedly helped me and the whole family in time. I keep feeling all the fears brought by the earthquake, but I also feel this.
The disaster gave people deep thinking, everything happened and everything stood in front of them. Everyone who is alive loves to caress the body of a deceased relative and is immersed in this endless grief. Nature is ruthless and life is fragile, which makes people trace back to the source and return to the true nature of life. Thanks to the help of the motherland and everyone who helped from all directions. Be grateful, cherish life and cherish possession.
Still that year. In September, the weather was bad and it was drizzling. I left my devastated home and felt a little disappointed, but I got on the train with more longing and hope and ran towards the university I miss so much. After more than 40 hours' journey, I finally arrived in a brand-new and strange city.
The campus of Minzu University of China is full of neat green vegetation, which makes people feel very clear. When I first arrived here, I was not familiar with everything. Fortunately, my brothers and sisters are very enthusiastic to help me with my luggage, which makes me feel warm and moved everywhere in the new environment. However, at a brand-new starting point, in order to have a good ending, we have to stumble at the starting point, which often leads to such embarrassment and inadaptability. For someone who has never lived on campus, I have to face loneliness. How many times I miss home in my dreams, how many times I dream of my hometown rebuilt in ruins, and how many times I call my parents to say that I miss you, but I have to stop. But gradually, in such an environment, I gradually got to know many classmates and talked with them, so that I no longer feel so lonely, and slowly learned how to live independently, how to solve problems in class, and how to solve problems with a positive attitude. Even though there are many failures, I still love life and all this, because my opportunity to go to college is hard-won, and it can be said that it was given to me by the National People's Congress, and I especially cherish it!
In addition, the grant from Minzu University of China has brought great help to me and my family, reducing the burden on my parents. It allows me to concentrate on my studies and not consider doing part-time jobs, which gives me a sense of responsibility and strengthens my motivation for learning. Sincerely thank the school, teachers and classmates. Gratitude is not only a form, but also a beauty in life and an inspiration from the heart. I will face life with a grateful heart, learn to be strong, and thank everyone around me for their care, warmth and help. Study hard and improve yourself with a grateful heart.
I often walk happily on the tree-lined paths on campus, breathing fresh air. It feels really good. Thank you, Minda. I like it here, and I like myself growing up here!
That summer, I had been in the arms of the National People's Congress for almost two years, and the summer vacation of my freshman year was still in midsummer. I remember that on the night of August 2, I almost didn't sleep all night. My heart is heavy, but I am also a little excited. This is very heavy, because the next day, August 3, is the first anniversary of the earthquake that destroyed my home. Those scenes are still vivid in my mind. I am very excited that I will go to Chengdu to attend the summer camp! The summer camp for college students organized by Soong Ching Ling Foundation of Qinghai University for Nationalities and Toyota Scholarship Foundation can be regarded as the first trip in my life. I remember I got up early the next day and went to the railway station. In a little quiet, I rushed to Chengdu excitedly.
In that summer camp, I met college students from all over the country who were sponsored to participate in this activity like me. At first, strange faces and different accents made us feel very constrained and unable to put ourselves down to communicate with them. Then, after a series of activities, such as team breaking ice, shiatsu, teenagers running, and migrant workers volunteering in primary schools, we became good friends and spent a week in summer camp activities with laughter.
In the early morning of leaving, Chengdu was still immersed in the faint morning light, quiet and still. Everyone said "take care" to each other, waved in a hurry, and then they were in the vast sea of people.
I am very grateful to the National People's Congress, Soong Ching Ling Foundation and Toyota Scholarship Foundation for finding some comfort while I was busy with post-disaster reconstruction in the summer vacation. It turns out that the sun is always there, not here, just there, and the sunshine is just right. We met on the road of youth, and youth left no blank. We're on our way. This summer, it was the National People's Congress and Toyota. Let me live well and let you live well.
That summer, I was bathed in the ocean of love. Gradually, I learned the enduring "Grateful Heart" sung by Chen Hong, the truth that my ancestors taught me that "time makes people old, fame and fortune forget", and I also learned to face everything in this world with a grateful heart.
In the past two years, I have thanked the National People's Congress, the Foundation for its support, help and encouragement, and the midsummer of that year's disaster, and all my gratitude wishes can only be condensed into two words, which can express my heartfelt wishes, that is, thank you!
Dear Minzu University of China, in the sunshine of love, besides bathing in the sunshine, I think I should try my best to let more people bathe in the sunshine of love. Therefore, I will grasp every inch of college time, temper myself, study hard and try to be a useful person. In order to help more people in the future, I will cultivate myself into a young college student who loves me, so that love can be passed on forever in mutual help and help, and I will grow better. Don't worry! Disaster can't beat me. I want to temper myself into an eagle that can fight the sky and fly freely. One day I will become an eagle shuttling between wind, rain and thunder! I understand that to be an eagle, you must first stand on your own feet. I must learn to face anything bravely. Setbacks are not terrible. The terrible thing is that I flinched in the face of setbacks instead of moving on. Think about Madame Curie. How did she give up? If she gave up the harsh environment and her own research, how could she find the element of thunder? So how many years will scientific research lag behind? What Madame Curie can do, I believe we can do it ourselves.
The road ahead is a testimony of my courage and self-confidence, and I will create a more dazzling and brilliant tomorrow with youthful passion and perseverance!