I haven't written about the coal mine for a long time, not because I forgot what the coal mine looks like, because I have written it many times and can't find an entry point about her. Heavy yesterday

Step into the arms of the mine

I haven't written about coal mines in a long time, not because I forgot what coal mines look like, because I've written about it so many times that I can't find an entry point about her. Yesterday, I revisited a little bit of "Ordinary World", and suddenly felt very emotional, and found that my love for the coal mining industry was far more than the trivialities of life.

I have written many times that I am the second generation of coal, in fact, if I am a little broader, I should still belong to the third generation of coal. Falling in love with the coal mine will naturally start from falling in love with everything she has, even if she has a family and a business, the daughter-in-law she marries is also the children of miners, which seems to have an inseparable relationship with the coal mine.

Under the belly of three glasses of white wine, my father would always pour out his little bits and pieces in the coal mine, whether you wanted to listen or not, whether you wanted to feel empathy or not, anyway, he would say everything about him. For example, how desolate the mining area was in the 1980s, such as what he thought when he just came to the Coal Well Mining Area from his hometown in Henan, and how he went from hating coal mines to falling in love with coal mines, bit by bit, after being slightly drunk again and again, we have listened to it hundreds of times, and every time we listen to it, we will mutter, "Is the coal mine so good?" ”

Mother is always plain about the coal mine, also in the 1980s came to the coal mine, from the only remaining black and white photos can see the mother in the mining area of many landmark buildings group photo, some places in the railway station, some places in the vegetable garden, some places in the park, at that time the mother was a young woman, she could not think of being able to live in the building after getting old, nor could she think of leaving the coal mine after being old. The coal mine in her eyes should be colorful, with the red of a scarf, the natural color of khaki pants, the black of her hair and the color of coal.

From leaving one coal mine to walking into another coal mine, my father spent more than twenty years to achieve this transformation, the work place traveled hundreds of miles from the doorstep of the house, and it was necessary to take a car, a train, and then a tricycle to reach the destination, which was a desire for life and a responsible attitude towards the family.

For me, from leaving one coal mine to walking into another, it only took a moment. From graduating from high school without being admitted to college, after going to secondary school, I came to the coal mine, which is considered to be from a small coal mine to another modern mine, continuing the mission of coal miners. This transformation, from silver north to silver south, is only a hundred kilometers, but it is faced with the distance of life and the encounter of dreams.

Coal mines have the same likes and different loves for us. I like the simplicity of the coal mine, I like the melody of the struggle in the coal mine, I like the mountains of the coal mine, and I also like the heroism of the coal miners. Of course, there were also different voices passing in my ears, but they were just flawed sounds, not enough to disturb my love of coal mines.

The same overalls, wrapped in the same love, maybe this is love, maybe this is the feeling. Thrown into the arms of the coal mine, that feeling, will always make people linger.