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Staying at home, depressed and bored, I turned on the computer and wanted to listen to a familiar song, and God made a ghostly place, and I ordered a song "On the Field of Hope". This song was popular in the 1980s, lyrics Chen Xiaoguang, composer Shi Guangnan, original singer Yang Shuqing, in 1984 National Day "35th Anniversary of the Founding of the People's Republic of China" activities, it as a collective dance song, overnight, popular all over the country.
"Our hometown, in the field of hope." As I hummed to the melody of the song, I looked at the lyrics that I had already known. "Cooking smoke wafts over newly built houses and small rivers flow by beautiful villages". In the past, most of the adobe houses in the village were hidden in the red glow of the sunset, which was a very decaying scene. However, after the implementation of the household contract responsibility system, the peasants' enthusiasm for production was aroused, the waist poles of the villagers stood up, the pockets of the peasants were gradually bulging day by day, and the people in the village pushed the adobe houses and built one green brick and tile house after another.
It was spring and the sun was shining. I still remember that the third uncle built a tile house and married a beautiful and capable third aunt, and his face was smiling every day. His steps were brisk and joyful, and he walked two steps away, even wanting to jump, in the words of the villagers, "walking on tiptoes." There is hope for the life of the farmers, and the standard of living is also "sesame blossoming - higher and higher".
"A piece of winter wheat, a piece of sorghum; ten miles of lotus pond, ten miles of fruit." To the south of the village is a turquoise lotus pond. Spring came, "the little lotus only showed its sharp horns", and we were a group of bare-ass hairy children, squatting on the edge of the lotus pond to catch fish. In the bright sunshine, I sat on the shore, holding my homemade fishing tackle in my hand, staring intently at the float in the water, not moving.
The float moved a little, I did not swing the fishing rod, this is the fish is tentative; the float moved a few more times, and then calmed down, which means that the fish is about to bite the hook. Sure enough, the float suddenly sank, the fish was biting the hook, and if the rod was pulled late, the fish would swallow the bait, spit out the hook, and grease the soles of the feet - slip away. I decisively pulled up the fishing rod, and a silvery carp was thrown ashore and bounced on the shore. I took the hook from its mouth, threw it into the bucket, and then sat down on the shore again, sitting motionless, waiting for the next target...
"Our ideals, in the fields of hope. Grass seedlings are drawn in the sweat of the farmers, and cattle and sheep grow in the flutes of the shepherds. "Summer has arrived, the grass in the small river next to the village is green and lovely, and when it comes to summer vacation, we will lead the sheep from our families to the river to herd sheep." We lay in the shade of willows, on the grass, sniffing the scent of grass, sucking in the fresh air, flipping through exquisite picture books, not even knowing that the sheep had run to the crops and nibbled on the corn.
The working adults roared, and we got up from the grass, blew up the sheep whip, and chased the sheep, and the scattered sheep were soon pulled into the ditch again. It was so hot that we sweated profusely, so we tied the sheep to the willow tree and burrowed into the water like water ducks. That feels so good! Just like the Eight Precepts of the Pig stole ginseng fruit, forty-eight thousand sweat pores on his body were exploding comfortably. By the time they got ashore, the sheep had already nibbled the willow bark to the ground. That's it! When I got home, I couldn't help but be scolded...
"Our future, in the field of hope, people live in the bright sunshine, living in people's labor changes." The economy of my hometown has developed rapidly in the course of reform and opening up, and the people's living standards are improving every day. More than forty years ago, my father worked all his life, the salary was only 17 yuan and 8 jiao, until he retired, it was only 45 yuan; now, I have reached the age of my father, but the salary has been more than 7,000 yuan, and people of the same age have received tens of thousands of yuan. People sing in the song, "Life has changed in people's labor", and it is really not wrong!
However, people at that time were afraid that they would never be able to predict today's situation in which the country is rich and the people are strong, the changes in the vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry fields, and the rapid development; at the beginning of the land contract responsibility system and the reform and opening up, who would have thought of the situation of life in today's information age? Who would know about mobile phones and computers that go into thousands of homes? Well, people at that time did think that the country would develop well in the future, but they couldn't imagine what the current well-off life would look like.
We have lived, worked, and struggled on this field for generations, and what we have pursued for generations is not the happy, carefree life in the "Peach Blossom Garden"? Today's motherland, the country is rich and the people are strong, the country is safe, more beautiful than the peach blossom garden, but also richer. We ordinary people are blessed, but all this is due to the leadership of the party and the party's policy of reform and opening up.
Remembering the story of "Peach Blossom Origin", I couldn't help but click on the next song - "Where the Peach Blossoms Bloomed", the hometown is "lovely", "charming", and "the place that will last a lifetime" - spring has arrived, it is the time when the peach red willows are green, and the pink peach blossoms burn like fire in the peach forest, burning the burning hope in the hearts of the people, burning the bright spring color of the hometown fields, and burning the people's high morale against the epidemic. In the midst of a raging tree, I saw the hope of the Chinese nation.
Our hometown, in the field of hope.
About the author: Zhang Fuxian, formerly known as Zhang Huifeng, is a geography teacher at Chengwu Bole No.1 Middle School in Shandong Province, an insignificant little author. He likes to record the joys and sorrows of life with poetry, and use words to describe the good, evil, beauty and ugliness of the world. Knowing that the writing is clumsy, although the top kung fu is done, it is a skill of the end, and I sincerely hope that the teacher and friend will be correct. He is a contracted writer of original Chinese novels, and has written the novella "Auspicious and His Companions", which has millions of words of poetry, prose and novels, which are scattered on various online platforms.
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