Daya Breeze
In the memory of children now, July 16 is a very ordinary day. There is wind and rain, the sun rises, the moon sets, computers, games, ice cream, backpacking to travel, hot three-volt days, long and pleasant holidays... As we grow older, our former ideals are shattered, and new ideals are being nurtured... That's how I grew up. However, for us and our predecessors, this day is an indelible memory, which once affected our youth, and even today is still yuwei.
In the summer of 1966, the Cultural Revolution began. Mao Zedong's elderly family was "ambitious" and "full of pride", and at the age of 73, he toured the north and south of the great river, mobilized the masses everywhere, and tried to quickly push the "unprecedented Cultural Revolution" to a climax. On July 16 of that year, he toured the city of Wuhan, and after work, he swam in the Yangtze River.
In that era of "three loyalties to four infinity", the actions of the elderly undoubtedly have a strong appeal. Thus, from that year on, "following Chairman Mao in the midst of great winds and waves" and "setting off a new upsurge of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution" became the slogans and actions of the people of the whole country, and on July 16 every year, a wave of 9.6 million square kilometers of land sprang up across the rivers, lakes and seas. I remember there was a song at that time that was sung like this:
The waves of the Yangtze River roll,
A red sun rises in the middle of the river.
Chairman Mao waved his hand to break the great waves,
It was followed by seven hundred million people.
Seven hundred million people are united,
Follow Chairman Mao forward,
Don't be afraid of the wind and the waves,
Meritorious service to the people.
Yangtze River water, rolling waves,
Ahhhhh——,hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Long live Chairman Mao,
Long live Chairman Mao, long live,
All continents rejoice!
At that time, I was an avid "demander of progress", and I naturally participated in such activities actively and enthusiastically. Since 1971, I have participated in the "7.16" activities of crossing the Fushun Gangfang Reservoir every year. Despite participating every year, the day that I remember the most is July 16, 1976. On this day, I did not participate in the crossing of the Gangfang Reservoir.
In 1976, I was in Xuzhou to support the construction of the third line, that is, to participate in the construction of the national key project , from the Shengli Oilfield in Shandong to Shanghai to lay an oil pipeline. On the day of July 16, which coincided with the tenth anniversary of Chairman Mao's swimming in the Yangtze River, Xuzhou City's thousands of empty alleys all went to cross the Grand Canal. The car guys in our motorcade can't let go of such an opportunity to feast their eyes and enjoy their eyes, calling for friends to lead classes, shouting and screaming, and scrambling to see the snow-white thighs of female college students.
But I couldn't go. There are four cars ready to go to Luoyang, and I have to repair the carriages. That morning, the red sun was scorching. In the courtyard of the vast repair workshop, quietly, I was alone, holding a welding torch, climbing up and down to busy. Originally, the convoy was supposed to give me an assistant, but the man also followed everyone to the Grand Canal to see the girl, and no one cared about it, and no one paid any attention to me. At that time, there were no such convenient gas stations on the off-road roads, and most of the long-distance buses had to carry their own oil. When the four cars went to Luoyang, one car had to pull four barrels full of gasoline and follow them. Now, the car is parked right next to it.
I was concentrating on cutting a remnant of a screw, and when I was not careful, there was a "bang", and a piece of cut steel slag collapsed on the lid of the gasoline barrel with the fire, and with a cry, the fire jumped up. It will not take long, the oil barrel is heated, it may explode, the oil depot is in the yard, and the consequence will be... I am still a battle-hardened, and my mind is still relatively calm. Saying that it was too late and fast, I immediately turned off the welding gun, stomped to the side, grabbed a piece of grass bag with my hand, and threw it up with the straw bag, rolled on the oil drum, and suppressed the fire.
A safety accident that was likely to be earth-shattering was nipped in the bud by me. When the fire was extinguished, my heart calmed down, and I felt powerless, and I didn't want to do anything, and even vaguely afraid. Sitting on the wooden pier smoking a cigarette, drinking tea, meditating for a moment, I scolded with hatred, fuck, don't do anything! I got into the cab, roared, started the machine, stepped on the clutch, hung up the second gear, lifted the clutch, refueled, released the hand brake, hit the steering, and the great liberation whizzed out of the yard, and the wind sped toward the dormitory.
There was a car on the other side, the two cars met, I skillfully hit the steering wheel, and the two cars passed each other. I felt as if it were a car driven by Vice Captain Li Mingqing. I thought to myself, maybe it's going to be a stall. Outside the motorcade, the repairman is driving casually, as long as you do not have an accident, everyone will turn a blind eye to the past, no one cares. However, a few stupid repairmen in our convoy were so poor in driving skills that they were knocked down several times by the gates that were almost two cars wide. The team leader was angry, so he ordered that the repairman should not be allowed to drive! Fines for violators. Today, I'm definitely on the muzzle of the gun.
Sure enough, the next morning, Liu Yuzhen, a branch member and my squad leader, lifted my mosquito net and quietly said to me: "Yesterday, did you drive?" ”
I told him about yesterday. He pondered a little and said, "In a moment, I'll go talk to the team." Yesterday, Captain Lee saw you driving, and the team wanted to punish you. ”
I said, "Punish, I admit it." ”
In the afternoon, we had a meeting under a large locust tree in the yard. Captain Wang Chenghou first put on my top hat: "Yesterday was the day to commemorate Chairman Mao's swimming in the Yangtze River, which is very meaningful. However, Comrade Xiao Zhang drove his car privately yesterday, violating the regulations of the motorcade and should be fined. Comrade Xiao Zhang's consciousness is very high, and he still needs to take the initiative to make a review...", as soon as I listened, when did I say that I wanted to review it? Less come with me in this set. I stood up, picked up the bench, and said loudly, "Captain Wang, don't come with me to this set." To fight or scold you, review, I haven't thought about it yet. Say I violated the rules, what are you all doing? With that, I strode off, rubbed it, and went back to the dormitory. Throw down the big guys, you look at me, I look at you, big eyes and small eyes, all stunned there. For half a day, Captain Wang Chenghou waved his hand helplessly and said, "Forget it, let's adjourn the meeting." ”
That month, I was fined ten dollars. At that time, my monthly salary was seventy-eight yuan, a second-class worker.
Now thirty-six years have passed, and the leaders of that year are basically dead, and I have changed from a hairy boy to a bald man. Many things have been forgotten, but this matter is always haunting and unforgettable.
Speaking of which, I really envy the children of today. In the memory of children now, July 16 is a very ordinary day. There is wind and rain, the sun rises, the moon sets, computers, games, ice cream, backpacking to travel, hot three-volt days, long and pleasant holidays... As we grow older, our former ideals are shattered, and new ideals are being nurtured... That's how I grew up. There is no longer any need to follow the trend to commemorate "7.21", "5.7", "6.26", "7.16" and other empty, hypocritical, boring, and fooling festivals, and life gradually becomes normal, flat, and original.