Dragon teng my hometown

Gradually, the snow stained my sideburns, and I missed the distant mountain village, my hometown- Gaozhuang. The past is still faint, and the village is about to disappear. I once wanted to describe it in words, but I always had more than enough and insufficient strength, and I felt helpless and sad.

After several tossing and turning, the hometown gradually appeared. Surrounded by hills, houses, undulating fields, several streams and ravines. Nothing special either. But such a soul is haunted by dreams, and God does not keep it. What's there? Thinking about it, among several small mountains, some water stations stand proudly, and dragons generally guard the four fields. It's the dragon's hometown.

I can't remember when and how it was built. When I first remembered, I was already there and started carrying water to irrigate the farmland. This is the product of the agricultural dazhai, the daxing water conservancy era. In the north, west, north and west of the village, there are six water lifting stations, carrying water from large wells or dams in the lower parts to the high parts of the mountain ridge.

The Yangshui Station in the east of the village carries water to the northern slope of Dustpan Mountain. The hill is high in the south and low in the north, like a dustpan, hence the name. The western edge of the dustpan is from our village. This water station is not very tall, but because it is built on the hillside, next to the ravine, it also looks majestic and mighty. The whole body is the dark gray stone of this place, which adds a bit of wildness. The dragon's tail is halfway up the hillside, and it stretches north. Under the dragon's head is a large well, and the rubber pipe extends down the stone steps into the well, which is the long mouth of the dragon. The water surface at the bottom of the well is dark, and the walls of the well are hung with lush fern grass. When the machine starts, the faucet shines brightly, and the water flows along the long channel to the hillside, moisturizing the fields.

To the south, there are two end-to-end water stations. Built with yellow stone mined nearby, like two golden dragons. Through secondary water lifting, the relay delivers the water to the western slope of Dustpan Mountain. The first level of the water station is shorter, and the dragon's head is also six or seven meters high. The water is first sent to the well under the hillside, then the pump is used to pass through the second level of the water lift station, sent to the hillside, and then go down the trend to water the farmland. People call this the "secondary mention". As a child, he was adventurous and walked along the canal above many times. The first-level water lifting station is relatively wide above, and it is safe to walk. The secondary water lift station is higher and narrower above. Be extra careful not to look around. These two water stations are relatively close to my home, standing on the street can be seen, full of the color of the sun, a series of arches lined up on the hillside. I feel that it is very magnificent and spectacular, and it seems to add light and warmth to the heavens and the earth.

The Yangshui Station in the west of the village is the longest, about 200 meters, and extends to the southern slope of Laofu Mountain in the west-north of the village. The stone here is grayish white, and it is a dragon. People cut the river into a dam, the waves of light rippled, the blue sky on the water was far-reaching, and the white clouds were leisurely. The dam is surrounded by willows, and there are several reeds in the water, with patches of white flowers. I also climbed to the top of the Yangshui Station, the dragon head was more than ten meters high, careful, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, walked to the end and looked back, as if experiencing a long march.

Like the south of the village, there is also a "second-level mention" in the north of the village. The stones used are slightly green, and some green bricks are used in the upper part, so it is two green dragons. They connect end to end, sending well water to the slopes of Danggu Mountain in the north-east of the village, and then flowing down the canal into the terraces behind the mountain. The lower green dragon is slightly shorter, and the north side is very high, seventeen or eighteen meters, and the pillars between the arches are slender. According to people, there was an accident during the construction of this water station, the wooden shelf was crooked, and several people fell down and were injured and admitted to the hospital. Two people clung to the crooked pillar, hanging in mid-air, their faces changed color, and they climbed down the pillar. The child was daunted and felt that he had gone up to heaven. There was a bold climb up, legs trembling, unable to stand up.

When I was a child, I stood on the top of a hill and looked at my own village, the fields around me. Several water stations in the east, west, south, and north stood tall in the air, and between the flow of light and shadow, they seemed to be dancing. Now that I think about it, it is even more spectacular, several dragons of different colors, spraying snow-white splashes, feeding crops, feeding the people of their hometown, and guarding a homeland. These water lifting stations, even now, are super projects. If you think about it, in addition to these eye-catching dragons, there are also canals on the ridges and bridges across the river ditches, which are also dragons.

Near the west of my house, there is a stone arch bridge that is seven or eight meters high and more than thirty meters long, and crosses a small river. The four large arches, together, are an important passageway to the outside of the village. There is a small cement slab on the shoulder of the east head bridge, which states that the bridge was completed in 1976. I was only five or six years old at the time and couldn't remember anything. Other water stations, bridges, etc., naturally there is no impression, some seem to have a shadowy memory, red flags, crowds of people.

These projects were built by the villagers themselves. At that time, they also built a two-story building. There are more than a dozen houses up and down, with a corridor with arched coupons in front. When I was a child, the village played movies, just in front of this village committee building. The building is tall and majestic, and the palace is like a palace. I followed the others upstairs and looked around at the pieces of bungalows crawling around, and I was very excited.

It is the village cadre in this building who leads the villagers to build water stations, build embankments, build bridges, and build terraces. In those days, how could these great projects be built? It's amazing and magical. The second uncle is more than eighty years old, when I was in middle school, he organized a construction team to build houses for the villagers, and I heard that he designed the buildings of the village committee. I went to visit him and talked. He smiled slightly: "Where did you know any technology at that time?" Compare to the gourd painting scoop. I ran to Yan'an to see people's cave dwellings, came back to think about it myself, and a group of people began to do it. At that time, our village was an advanced model in the county, and everything was running ahead. It also took a lot of effort, what self-reliance, hard work, big dry fast, fighting the sky, sweating when it rained, wind as a fan or something. I was young then, and thinking about it was like dreaming. When Zhiqing went to the mountains and went to the countryside, they all came to our village to receive education and training. Some of them are still coming back to our village to look at the houses they have lived in and the river dams they have built. Decades have passed and many things are gone. Grandma's, never dreamed of it in her lifetime, now the peasants live in the building. ”

Yes, several water lifting stations were demolished, some bridges were buried in the ground, the neat terraces were gone, and many bungalows were torn down and reclaimed for arable land. A community of buildings was built on the hillside, and farmers lived the life of a city dweller. The peasants are amazing, they can do anything. Can mine stone to build water stations, can burn lime with coal, can make fire prosperous, build blast furnaces to make iron casting radiators, with iron can make steel, and produce auto parts, build factories, it is said that more than half of the country's cars use their products. The scale of the factory was expanded, becoming the Tyrone Group, and built gardens, communities, and squares, all under the name of "Tyrone". How did it come about with that name? Because at the foot of Mount Tai, on the water side of the Wen River? reasonable. I also think of the lifting stations, the canals and the bridges. That's a dragon, too. It is really "seeing the dragon in the field", "flying dragon in the sky", and the creation is magical. The village committee also moved to the community, a brand new four-story building, in front of the building of the "Chu Xin Square", the national flag flying high. People dance square dances, play ball and practice swords, play movies, hold song parties, set up stalls and sell here, and are bustling with activity. This name also rises well, do not forget the original heart, the people work hard, generations of struggle, is to live and work in peace, life is beautiful and happy.

In the past few decades, farmland has become villages, villages have become farmland, and hillsides have become factories and communities. Just like the legendary dragon, the changes are magical. I miss the dragon-like water lifting stations, the monument-like super projects. The village committee deliberately kept the "golden dragon" in the south of the village, stopped and watched, and still had a brilliant and splendid feeling.

Now, cars with Tyrone Group products installed are all over China. Young people in the village also took high-speed trains and planes to foreign countries farther away. "Farmers work hard, life is not easy, we must jump out of the sweet potato ditch." When I was a child, I often heard adults say it. I left my hometown far away and came to a city at the end of the world, but I missed my hometown more and more.

Stroll on the golden sands, blue seas and blue skies, endless views. The shadow of the ship is dotted, and the white clouds are blossoming. I think of a couplet: "The sea is the dragon world, and the cloud is the hometown of the crane." There are no dragons or cranes in sight, occasionally fish jumping out of the sea, and seagulls skimming the sky. Remembering the Yangshui Station in my hometown, it was really a group of dragons, who saw it with their own eyes, touched it with their own hands, climbed onto the dragon's back, and came to mid-air. Splashes of water, clear water, cheerfully over the mountains, moisturizing all things, endless life, creation of magic.

The next time you go back to your hometown, you must visit the golden dragon, feel the majesty, and then dip the aura of your hometown.

One point number white water