The river is full of water and the north is alive. Nine-curved Yellow River Wanlisha. This mother river that nourished the children of China, when it rushed all the way down from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, broke through thousands of mountains and valleys, crossed the Loess Plateau, came here, and finally relaxed, calmly, and freely, rushing forward without alarm, the bronze-colored river surface flooded with whirlpools, the sound of the river was very small, you need to pay attention, in order to hear a series of soothing sounds.
The river was bathed in the slanting sun, like a golden ribbon plated with a red halo, showing more and more of a magnificent, a kind of boldness. Yao Qinran sat and admired this picture, like a sculpture.
Every time he came home, he would sit here, just like a wanderer visiting his parents, and when he arrived here, he felt kind, his tired body stretched, and his mood became soothing.
The sunset of this great river moved him inexplicably, and it was also frozen into an eternal scenery in his heart.
Next to the Yellow River, there is a gray house, and this small village called He Luzhang is his home. A few steps east of the village is the yellow river embankment, standing outside the embankment, is a large river that stretches out.
The wind is refreshing and the water is gushing.
Compared with the wind and fire, the mighty beach people, Yao Qinran looked a little thin, with a white skin and a beautiful face, more like an elegant student. However, the fate of the native beach people doomed him to be like the weeds of the river beach in order to survive, persevering and tenacious growth. Even have to endure more hardship than others, pay more effort than others.
The deceased are like Sif. The difficult life roughed Yao Qinran's body, but it did not change his sensitivity and talent. Over the years, the lingering nostalgia has not only become a piece of anti-corrosion project that has resounded in the industry in a foreign country, but also into the words of those affectionate models in his pen.
Father's tears echoed in the river
The long river sunset is round. The big river is flowing with bubbles, and on the empty and desolate river beach, a gull bird hovers, stretching its healthy body and gliding lightly and freely.
Yao Qinran's thoughts were like this river, back to the old days.
When he was a teenager, Yao Qinran liked to go to the Yellow River and liked to play at the head of the dam. Others come here to play and make trouble, but he is more quietly sitting quietly on the stone at the head of the dam, looking at the rushing Yellow River, letting his thoughts gallop like wild horses, imagining where the river comes from, where it flows, and where it flows day after day, for what? But it didn't take long for his thoughts to be interrupted by the cry of his grunting stomach.
The people in the beach are too poor, the days in the beach are too hard, especially Yao Qinran, there are many brothers and sisters in the family, he can hardly once open his belly to eat a full, spending money is even more of a luxury. The first time he bought the villain book, he also begged his parents many times before he took a few eggs from home and sold them at the market to buy them. One spring, when the river was flooding and the crops were out of harvest, Yao Qinran and his mother drank for several months and curled up in bed before it was dark. He was hungry and hoped that the day would be lighted up early, and he would run to the river beach early the next morning to cut wild vegetables. There are many wild vegetables in the Yellow River beach, there are noodle trees, horse bee vegetables, seeing these dishes, Yao Qinran's eyes lit up. Sometimes lucky is to catch a few small fish in the river beach and go home to cook with wild vegetables. There are no condiments, only salt, and it still feels beautiful to eat. Sometimes they also take advantage of the darkness of the night to run to other production teams to steal people's melons and fruits.
When will I be able to fill my stomach? Yao Qinran always thought foolishly in his heart.
Under such difficult conditions, Yao Qinran got married. Although the living conditions are much better, the economy in the hands has always been tight. It is already very good to be able to feed two sons who drink milk powder every day, not to mention buying snacks for their sons. On a rainy afternoon, the villagers had nowhere to go, hiding in the house of the sales office at the west end of the village, where the father and Yao Qinran's eldest son were playing. One guy teased his son, "You go out and roll on the ground and I'll buy you candy to eat." "The kid really ran out and rolled on the mud floor. The man shouted in the house that he would buy as much sugar as he could, and the child kept rolling around in the muddy water, and his jacket was soaking wet. A muddy child finally entered the house, but the man did not buy a single piece of sugar. The child was so aggrieved that he hugged the man's leg and cried, and also bit on the man's leg, Yao Qinran's father was so angry that he trembled and quarreled with the man, and the child returned home with a mud monkey in one arm.
It rained harder.
Late that night, there was an unusual sound coming from the cow house, like crying, and I thought my son was still working over the sugar during the day, when my son slept with his father in the cow house. Yao Qinran took his shoes to the window of the cow house and listened carefully, it was indeed the sound of crying, it was not his son who was crying, it was his father who was nearly seventy years old...
In his impression, since he could remember, he had never seen his father shed tears. His father joined the party in 1947, when the reactionary forces in the village locked him in the cellar for three days and three nights, beating his right ankle bone to a crushing fracture, and his father did not cry. But this time, for the sake of his grandson, he cried, crying so sadly.
Poverty was like an awl, piercing Yao Qinran's heart fiercely. His father was crying, and his heart was dripping blood outside the window...
He secretly made up his mind that he must make his family rich and must work hard, so he packed up his backpack and began to work with the villagers. No matter how bitter and how difficult it was, he opened up and did it. "Money, money, you have to make money." He reminds himself every day. But he earns money not for his own enjoyment, but to improve the financial situation of his family and let his family live a good life.
How many children in the beach, packing up their backpacks and going out, swallowing the miserable moonlight of a foreign land, and surviving one long night after another, are not filled with this kind of thought?
The course of struggle echoes in the river
In the early 1990s, Yao Qinran went out with the villagers to work and went to a power plant in Chongqing to engage in anti-corrosion.
At that time, Miaozhai Town, Changyuan City, where Yao Qinran was located, as the birthplace of China's anti-corrosion industry, at that time, there were many peasant anti-corrosion armies active throughout the country, and some media at that time were described as 100,000 troops out of Changyuan. They have traveled everywhere to contract projects and made great contributions to the development of China's anti-corrosion industry. Yao Qinran was a member of this vast army.
After he arrived at the power plant, he was confused at first glance, the boiler steel frame was more than 70 meters high, standing between heaven and earth, like a giant pillar supporting the sky. Don't say work on it, just stand on it and look down at your legs. The skilled workers who often worked were freely combined together, and Yao Qinran and several people were not organized, so they formed a class by themselves.
The first time he climbed up and looked down, if it was in the air, he was terrified, and he had to endure not to look down, and slowly, he finally adapted. He gave some low-altitude and easy-to-do work to the older ones, and he specialized in high and dangerous work. He is a person with a heart, others either play cards, or drink, or hang out, but Yao Qinran uses his spare time to study. He found some antiseptic books and squeezed in time to study them at night. He also had a notebook that kept track of how much work and materials were used somewhere on the site.
Soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers. He kept in mind a saying of the townspeople: part-time work can not make a home, if you want to make a fortune, you must undertake the project yourself.
He was determined to use antiseptics to create his own path of life.
Before the National Day in 1994, after consulting with his family, Yao Qinran decided to go it alone to see if he could contact the anti-corrosion business - didn't so many people in the township break out on their own? Before going out, my wife rode a bicycle to the market to buy eggs and leeks, and wrapped him a pot of buns that I liked, and let him take them out on the road to eat. The son looked at the steaming bun, and he kept instigating his fingers, he wanted to take a few for his son to eat, and when his hand reached the edge of the steamed basket, he was pulled by his wife: "Poor family and rich road, you stay on the road to eat..." Yao Qinran's eyes were tide, he only had one belief in his heart, he must work hard to make a look, get ahead, for the family, for the child, for the crying that has been indelible in the soul...
I don't have much money with me, and I can't bear to eat one more bun in my bag. The train drilled through one cave after another like a dragon, and his stomach rumbled like a train drilling a cave. Who knew that the buns that were reluctant to eat on the road were taken out of the bag in Mianyang and turned into "white-haired mice". The kind restaurant owner helped him re-steam it, and he asked for a bowl of egg flower soup and ate it with buns. The dishes in the bun are already sour, but think of the sound that floats in the depths of the soul, what is the bun that is sour?
God forbid, he signed his first business at the Mianyang Thermal Power Plant very smoothly. At that time, he went into the power plant to understand the situation, and the factory just planned to climb the ladder and platform of the 150-meter-high chimney to do anti-corrosion, and the contractor wrapped 6,000 yuan. Now that I think about it, this project is very hard, but for Yao Qinran, it is the first bucket of gold in life. The night he signed the contract, he was so excited that he didn't close his eyes all night. Since then, with integrity and professionalism, Yao Qinran has taken root in the local area and made a name for himself.
The river echoes with gentle songs
In fact, Yao Qinran is extremely talented in literature, and it can also be said that he is a writer who has been delayed by the project. But no matter where he walked and how tired he was, he often picked up the pen in his hand and wrote some prose novels. Most of his spare time is spent reading.
Over the years, he created many literary works. His words are filled with the breath of the Yellow River in the beach, and his gaze is always looking at the Yellow River beach thousands of miles away. His "Series of People On the Banks of the Yellow River" depicts the personnel of the Yellow River beach area with affectionate brushstrokes, and has become a window for the outside world to understand the beach area and the life of the beach area. The work has been affirmed by many people. He also became a contracted writer for Henan Silke.
As time passed, the older he got, the more vivid the figures of his father and other villagers appeared in front of him, and his pen had the appearance of his father crying, the appearance of his father brushing cattle, the appearance of his father's labor, and the remote small village called He Luzhang.
He wrote "Father in the Rain" with affectionate brushstrokes:
Yellowing willow leaves fell from the stooped old willow trees to the umbrella, paused for a moment and then slid to the ground. The willow leaves on the ground fell a thick layer, and they were soft and soft to step on. Rain and fog envelop the fields after the autumn harvest, and the empty land appears even more cold. I wrapped my grip around my body hard, and my eyes stretched out into the distance along the muddy road, the bare branches of the trees on the side of the road swaying wildly in the rain. At the end of the road there was no shadow of his father. ”
"When my father went out, he liked to pin a sickle on the waistband of his pants behind his back, and a thin rope was wrapped around the handle of the sickle. When I came home after busy with other things, I always had to bring back a bundle of fresh grass to the cattle, chop the grass fine with a kitchen knife, put it in a tank full of clear water, pan and pan, and then pour it into the stone trough, and my father was always afraid that the grass would not be cleaned. Watching the cow wag its tail and chewing leisurely, my father also had a satisfied smile on his face. ”......
In his delicate and clear words, the style of the Yellow River Beach, the childhood past, and the scene of his father's labor jumped on the paper, like a brush painting, showing the looking back and affection of a Yellow River child to the homeland. His words were like his people, and beneath the calm exterior was a fiery fire.
Talking to him, his words were elegant and polite, not at all like the bosses who contracted the project, he was more of a literati. His wife said that he often wrote and painted at home, and sometimes he was excited and did not sleep most of the night.
We laughed, the common pleasure of the people who made the text, the common feelings, and the non-outsiders could also be said.
Yao Qinran also has a dream, that is, to create a novel of his own, dedicated to the people of the beach, showing the life of the Yellow River beach area. To this end, he has been accumulating, has been working hard.
There is no beginning, and there is an end. How many people in Pudi, in order to pursue wealth when they are poor, bear hardships and stand hard work, dare to fight and dare to fight; and how many people, when they have wealth, swell, lose, forget their original intentions, and enjoy it. Yao Qinran, however, always adhered to his original intention, not only a successful businessman, but also did not forget his cultural feelings and original intention of writing, and did not forget his hometown of the Yellow River where he was born and raised in Si. "The rich and the noble cannot be adulterous, the poor cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be bent." Yao Qinran, can be called a real big husband also.
The river is full of water and the north is alive. The river is still rushing, soothing, calm, singing songs that have not changed for thousands of years. And this river beach, the old look is renewed. Yao Qinran's small village has been relocated to the county seat. He and his relatives also got rid of poverty and lived a happy life. His beloved father, however, drifted apart...
The setting sun had fallen to the horizon and was windy. He stood up and inadvertently touched his face, and before he knew it, his face was already wet. In the twilight, a great river glowed with white light, carrying a breeze, spreading out in the heavens and the earth, running towards the eternal future. (Wang Ziliang)