My hometown of Zaganor is a place that people are not familiar with, but in recent days it has become famous and become a high-risk area for the new crown epidemic. Relatives and friends at home, there are those who can't go home after sticking to the frontline to continue working, those who assist in nucleic acid testing who assist in public security, and those who are quietly isolated at home...
In the video I was sent, the usually bustling street was empty...
Another round of national nucleic acid testing has begun...
But the icy hometown I remember is still beautiful, still wrapped in silver, extremely charming...
From elementary school, with pencils, pens, dipping pens ... Until high school, the essay has been writing "My Hometown", worried about writing essays, today's hometown suddenly suffered from the epidemic, especially want to write this essay that has never been written well.
We all begin like this: "My hometown is a black gem embedded in the turquoise Hulunbuir grassland, her name is "Zazhan noor", Zazhan noor means Dalai Lake, in Mongolian "Dalai" means the sea, "Noor" means lake, zagannuoer means: the same lake as the sea. ”......
The reason why she is called Black Gem is because there is a lot of lignite here, and our parents came from Hebei, Shandong and other places to run to this coal mine, the coal mine raised us, and we also grew up from the coal mine. Our fathers and fathers are all out of the mine, we have this special affection for coal, every time we split the coal with an axe, we are always particularly amazed by the pattern on the side of the coal block, there are all kinds of plants, grass, leaves... Although it is black, it seems to tell a long story... There are also many stories of ice flowers on the window in winter, there are villages, there are forests...
I always feel that like a mirage in the desert, coal, ice flowers on the window, are all scenes of storage in another time and space...
When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, the geography teacher asked: Which mountain range are we closest to? We say it all in one voice: Mushroom Mountain! The geography teacher shook his head: No, it's Daxinganling, kids! Us: Teacher, what about mushroom mountain? Teacher: We are the Hulunbuir Grassland, the fourth largest grassland in the world, basically a plain, and the mushroom mountain can only be called a hill, not a mountain range. However, Mushroom Mountain and Dalai Lake are the same as our outing holy places, from primary school to high school, schools organize spring excursions, autumn tours to Mushroom Mountain or Dalai Lake.
When I was a child, the Zhazhan noor Mining Bureau was divided into several mines, of which I was most familiar with the Xishan Mine and the Lingbei Mine, because my uncle and uncle worked in these two mines, and my home was also settled near the unit. At that time, the unit gave the house, and the schools we went to were eight small in the Mining Bureau, eleven small in the Mining Bureau, and seven in the Mining Bureau... Medical treatment is also the General Hospital of the Mining Bureau, xishan mining hospital, Lingbei mining hospital... Grain stores, department stores, etc., every mine has it. And there are commuter cars between each mine, there are commuters, there are commuters, there are schools...
The temperature in winter is more than -forty degrees Celsius, the glass of the car is frozen, the windows of every household are double-layered, the sawdust is sandwiched in the middle of the window, there are window panels outside the window, it should be locked at night, the fire of every household is hot, the fire wall is burning hot, enter the house and quickly take off the sheepskin jacket, the felt bottom shoes are warm against the fire wall...
As soon as the door of the home is opened, the wind and snow drift in with a white gas, and it is iron discipline to enter and exit the door and close the door casually, no child dares to go out and not close the door, and it must be closed tightly. From the ice and snow of the outdoor into the house, the most wanted is not hot tea, not hot milk, but must chew a piece of sorbet, at that time the popsicle is five cents a piece, sorbet is a dime a piece, in the winter when the parents will buy more frozen outside the window sill, when entering the house to take a piece, sorbet put outside for a long time, after peeling off the wrapping paper, the surface is still some air dry, the cream of the sorbet is sealed on the surface, not too thirsty, but swallowed into the stomach is very comfortable, or against the fire wall, sitting on the fire, the heart is burning. Frozen persimmons and frozen pears are a must-have in winter.
The skillful parents also made ice plows for their children, and the older children could take their younger siblings to play crazy on the snowfield... There is no nail in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year... The next year until May Day came, the snow on the mountain began to melt, the streets and alleys are full of mud and cement soup, every household must have water shoes, the water flowing down from the mountain is exhausted, the spring of Zaganol is coming, the green grass on the mountain sprouts new shoots, the small flowers stick out, and our children begin to shout with their mothers that they should take off their cotton pants, otherwise they will not be able to walk. In the spring of Zaganor, the grassland is green with grass, there are high and low wild grass wild vegetables, there are also all kinds of wildflowers, every time I rush into the grass mat at the age of eight or nine, I pick back all kinds of wildflowers, there are small bird flowers of the dragon sunflower family, there are pink, purple, blue; there are yellow azaleas, classmates say, can not be touched, a touch of azaleas from yellow to red; there are blue and purple irises, this is my favorite flower... There are also a variety of unknown flowers.
In the summer, sometimes it rains a lot, after the rain is clear, the sun is basking for another day, the mushrooms in the grass mats are popping out, people start to pick mushrooms, and there are also digging herbs - astragalus, but the local herders are particularly opposed to digging herbs, which will destroy the vegetation of the grassland.
One summer in junior high school, I also made a set of specimens of grassland plants, participated in a competition in the education department of the Mining Bureau and won the first prize, and won a reward for a table pen, which is a statue of two porcelain monkeys, followed by two colored water pens, which are red and blue. The animals on the grasslands are the marmots of the organic spirits, the larks with gentle songs... Whenever I was upset, I would lie on the grass with a book and a mat and enjoy my time alone...
Far more comfortable than the current cofee, casual shouting, casual jumping...
The hearts of the children who grew up on the prairie are open!
At four or five o'clock in the morning, with the knowledge point notes climbed to the hillside to wait for the sunrise, when the sun broke through the horizon and sprinkled on the earth, the grassland was no longer green, but golden, and I was alone on the hillside to sigh the sunrise and look forward to the future...
Autumn comes quickly, and every year in early August, when autumn falls, the temperature drops, and you have to wear sweaters and sweaters sooner or later.
Autumn dry things, grassland grass is also quickly turned into dry grass, herders have been grazing on the nearby grassland, the golden fuel for heating and cooking in the yurt is dry cow dung, a few of us children see someone picking up dry cow dung, we also joined in the fun with wicker soil basket to the mountain to pick up dried cow dung, dry cow dung is not dirty at all, coiled together, picked up for a long time, hungry, I look at it and think that if you take a bite, is it crisp and delicious, a bit like the "oil swirl" eaten later in Hohhot when I was in school, a kind of oil shortbread, The coil looks like dried cow dung...
I took the cow dung home to my mother and asked her to burn the fire to cook, as if my mother was more disgusted, and then fertilized the tomatoes in the spring...
............ My hometown is the black gem of the Hulunbuir steppe, Zaganol
I wish
The epidemic has receded
The years are quiet
The mountains and rivers are unharmed
Guotai Min'an