Not to live up to Shaohua's mountain chrysanthemum

Mountain chrysanthemum

Text/Xu Gang (Shanxi)

North Pass, the wind whistles non-stop...

In a sheltered depression in the hill, there was a grave bag, and an old man burst into tears and murmured in his mouth: "Mountain Ju, Uncle has come to see you."

Shanju is a college student who walked out of the big ravine, and she grew up eating a hundred meals. Shanju's mother left her when she was three years old due to difficult childbirth. Shanju's father couldn't think of it for a while, and he also drilled the tip of the bull's horn and died. Poor Mountain Chrysanthemum has lived with her grandparents ever since.

Shanju is clever and clever, well-behaved and sensible. Shanju went to school a year later than children of the same age, but she was very diligent and studious, and her academic performance was in the class and in the grade.

Shanju was elected as the class leader by her classmates, and she always helped people in need. Shanju was later admitted to university, and she chose an agricultural university to study biological engineering. Shanju returned to the countryside after successful studies and became a university student village official. Shanju knows that she wants to repay the kindness of her father and fellow villagers for her nurturing.

Shanju led the villagers to dig wells, pave roads, and improve production and living conditions. She used her knowledge and interpersonal relationships to introduce fruit seedlings from the Fruit Tree Research Institute and develop a specialty fruit industry. She guided the villagers to integrate planting and breeding, and established a "pig-swamp-fruit" cycle model. She ran up and down to strive for agricultural project support, established a million tons of constant temperature fruit warehouse, chrysanthemum processing plant, registered the "mountain chrysanthemum" brand, and guided and supported the establishment of 8 farmers' professional cooperatives of chrysanthemums, apples, large cherries, golden sun apricots, yams, lotus roots, and agricultural machinery. She went to the provincial capital and the city many times, and invited experts in agriculture, agricultural machinery, aquatic products, and Chinese medicinal materials to come to the township and enter the village to conduct practical technical training. Shanju aims at professional farmers and grasps the improvement of the quality of villagers. She went to the county human resources and social security bureau and asked vocational training institutions to come to the townships and villages to hold skills training for migrant workers. Shanju has become the "living god of wealth", "the main bone" and "intimate person" of the villagers. "Something to find mountain chrysanthemum" has become the most frequent hot word in the mouths of villagers.

Mountain chrysanthemums have grown and matured in the vivid practice of serving the three farmers. Shanju was promoted to deputy mayor, and her platform for displaying her talents was broader.

There are unpredictable storms in the sky, and people have bad luck and bad luck. Shanju was killed in a flood rescue and died at the age of 36. After the villagers learned of her accident, they spontaneously came to say a final farewell to her.

Mourning is low and wandering with grass and trees, white flowers and black yarns are difficult to send sorrow, and mountain chrysanthemums will always live in the hearts of villagers.

In the vegetable and fruit greenhouse, she was left with a hearty laugh; on the thousand acres of fertile land, her muddy footprints were left; the cement road and drilling platform in Natong Village left her hot sweat drops, and the mountain chrysanthemum sowed the seeds of hope into the hearts of the villagers...

The mountain wind whistles, the snow flutters, and a voice is from far and near... "Mountain Chrysanthemum Yo, Mountain Chrysanthemum, Uncle has made the rice, you come back soon!" Come back! ”

People can't remember how many times Uncle Geng went to the place where Shanju died to call the soul, and Uncle Geng's choking and calling sound floated in the ravine, and its scene made people cry.

About the author: Xu Gang (radiant and ethereal), pen name Yifu, a native of Ruicheng, Shanxi. Since childhood, he has loved literature and liked to write. He is a member of the Yuncheng Writers Association, a member of the China Short Literature Society, a director of Beijing Short Literature, a contracted poet of Biruo Poetry Network, a special writer of Wangyue Literature Magazine, a certified writer of China Rural Magazine and China Rural Talent Pool, and a member of the Contemporary New Literary Society. Certified member of "China Poets and Writers Network", Certified Editor of Yuncheng Toutiao, Gold List Toutiao. "Merlin Literary Society" contract poet. "Urban Headline Picking Chrysanthemum East Fence Literary Society" signed poet writer.