Let the seeds of literature take root in Pingyi
Editor's note: The wind rises on the bank of the Jun River, and the heart field of the city of Wenzhong Yi. Since the beginning of this year, the Pingyi County Writers Association has added many new members, adding literary power to Yicheng. The so-called new works do not refer to their age, but to the fact that they are new members of the writers' guild. The works of these members have accumulated and benefited a lot after reading them. Today's article by Hu Meikang, a senior teacher at Pingyi Cyber Middle School, is published for readers.
That Year Divided Fish (essay)
Hundreds of people have a hundred tempers, and my father does not know how to speak.
I remember that Hadron's father bought a shiny bicycle and drove us to the streets. Hadron sat on his side on the girder talking and laughing, and I sat in the back seat in silence. His dad bought a bottle of calcium candy tablets and a bottle of cod liver oil pills, and gave me two to taste.
I once remember that my father was a coal miner in elementary school, and every time I came home to visit her at school, this time it was a multi-layered stationery box that automatically closes, and next time it was two boxes of delicate little crayons, as well as beautiful folding fans and bows that spread their wings.
My partners, my peers, and many companions have fathers who take care of them and make them praise them endlessly. I also have a father, who was called big at that time, but it was different from other people's.
When I was young, my father used to be the head of the village, then called the director of the revolutionary committee, and before the Spring Festival, he took dozens of young and middle-aged people to the big river south of the village to fish. A large net tens of meters long, pulled upstream along the two banks downstream, those fish jumped in a hurry; The crowd on the shore was full of shouts, moving upstream as the nets were crowded.
When the nets were closed, the fishermen scrambled to catch fish that were longer than an adult's arm, carp, silver carp, crucian carp, and fish that could not be named, and threw them one by one into large baskets. The black loach, the shrimp jumping around, the crab running amok, the adults don't care to catch, and the children standing close can pick up a leak and get excited for a while.
"This year's harvest is good!" "Live a fat adult." The fellow villagers were elated and congratulated each other: "Ho, three baskets and five baskets." ”
When the fish were divided, there were about 200 households in the village, and according to the regulations before fishing for fish, two elderly people with five insurance households who had no children took the lead, and those who had been tight for many days gave the scales fattened, and the few collars were shorter. The eyebrows of the fish fluttered, and they hummed a little song and went home. Those who have not yet been assigned listen to the accountant's call with their ears sideways. My brother is in a hurry to drill around in the crowd, plus two sisters and parents, seven people should lead a big fish, now even the middle one is gone, did Dad forget? It's time to wake up.
Finally squeezed to the scale, Dad grimaced and yelled at my brother: "Go to the side first, don't you see that people are busy?" My brother hurriedly reminded: "Our family hasn't received it yet!" ”
"I know that there is not enough to fight, but more than enough. How can a cadre compete with the members? My brother left in ashes and unwillingly, muttering in his heart: Cadres just work without dividing things?
In the end, we will return empty-handed, because there are more people and fewer fish. Dad came home and was choked by mom. Dad held his breath for a long time, and patiently explained: "We are cadres, if we lead it first, what will people think of us, and how will we lead the family in the future?" ”
Just after the Spring Festival, in response to the instructions of the higher authorities on water conservancy construction, Dad took dozens of laborers in the village to participate in the construction of the Tangcun Reservoir expansion. Dad's identity is "pipe belt", as the name implies, it is to manage and bring, arrange tasks, check the construction situation, and be responsible for attendance and work scores. But he was good, and when he saw that pushing a wheelbarrow to climb a hill was difficult, he hurried to help pull a section; When he saw the shoveler, he picked up a shovel to help load the soil.
At one time, artillery needed to be fired during construction. Hammering explosives and lighting fuses, people ran far away, looking for nests to hide. Ten seconds, dozens of seconds passed, a minute, two passed, and no explosion was heard. "I'm afraid the lead is damp, so it's not lit." A migrant worker muttered, wanting to see what happened.
My dad yelled, "Don't move, it could be a squib." When he thought that the project was tight and dozens of people could not nest work, he hesitated to look. Ten meters away from the muzzle, he saw the lead of the "thorn" on fire, and before he could finish saying "not good", with a "boom", a large mass of rubble and earth flew into the sky with black pressure.
Although my father fell to the ground, he also suffered multiple injuries on his body and could not save his left eye. I remember that in those days, many people came and went at home, taking canned food and bringing snacks, and all praised "Lao Hu is a good person: he spares no effort in his work, he is willing to work responsibly, and the villagers obey him." "Think about it, in those years, there were many movements, "three anti-five antis," "criticizing the rightists," "fighting the royalist," and the cadres who were criticized and rectified one after another, and Dad had no trouble except giving people the nickname "Old Blackface." The mother was half relieved and half complained: "It's not a fluke, your father has been in the team for many years, and he doesn't even take the grass stick from the public family, what do people use to fight him?" ”
Dad is as strong as an ox, and can push thousands of pounds of furnace coal with a wheelbarrow, and drive two or three hundred miles of hillside roads two days and nights; Dad was as stubborn as a donkey, and once led the militia to twist villagers who did not honor the elderly to the police station; Dad Geng was as straight as a song, telling my brother to "pay workers on time", to "don't mistake other people's children", and to my younger brother to "don't be ostentatious when life is better". Dad was so silent that as soon as my siblings came home, they asked, "What about Daddy, Mommy?" ”
Dad had three major surgeries, and I accompanied him for dozens of days and nights, but I saw five or six tubes inserted into his body, and I didn't hear him moan; My brother and sister are married to five, and they have only been given a handful of chopsticks and bowls, and now they are all happy.
Holding "Chinese Theme Learning, Baiwei Life", I learned that Jia Pingwo had encountered big trouble on the road of literature, his father came from the countryside, accompanied him to drink half a bottle of wine, and patiently enlightened: "It's okay, let's not look for things, if something happens, don't be afraid of things, what others say, you must have an opinion in your heart." Life is three sections and four verses, how can you always walk the flat road? "I think that's what my father was saying, and I can understand it by looking for that look." To conclude with the words of Su Tong's "Father": If fatherly love does not use words, then let us bathe in this wordless love forever.
Hu Meikang, male, Han nationality, born in November 1966, from Pingyi, Shandong Province, bachelor degree, member of the Communist Party of China. Member of Pingyi County Writers Association, senior teacher of Cyber Middle School, county teaching expert, top ten pacesetters in moral education, advanced scientific and technological workers, advanced individuals in teaching work, and excellent class teachers. He has published more than 20 literary works, 10 teaching and research papers in more than 10 newspapers and periodicals at or above the provincial level, published 6 essays in "Learning to Strengthen the Country", edited 10 educational and teaching aids, and won more than 10 second prizes in essay competitions organized by provinces, cities and counties. Now he is responsible for Mengshansong Campus Literature Club, participates in education and publicity work, and publishes more than 10 articles in Lunan Business Daily and Qilu.com.
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