Believe it! There is no wind and waves on the ground of the heart, and there are green mountains and green trees with it; there is breeding in the sex sky, and fish jump and fly everywhere you touch.
- "Vegetable Root Tan"
(i)
The whole of northern Anhui, a horse Pingchuan.
The terrain of Anhui is quite poetic. Bounded by water, the whole section is divided into staggered areas: north of the Huai River, is the endless Huaibei Plain; north of the Yangtze River, south of the Huai River, referred to as between the Jianghuai River, belongs to the transition landform from the plain to the mountainous area, is a slowly undulating hill; and south of the Yangtze River, it is full of green mountains, green water, and belongs to the beautiful mountainous Jiangnan.
As far as northern Anhui is concerned, it can be collectively called Huaibei in a geographical sense. Wheat and rice are abundant here, and corn and soybeans are harvested every other stubble, as well as red taro and sorghum. Fruits are also monotonous, nothing more than grapes and pears. Even the tea you drink is a straight-through lollipop tea, the most intense, the most real, the most intense taste.
The so-called water and soil, the most common saying is "one side of the water and soil, raise one side of the people." It should have two meanings: one is that this side of the water and soil has created the innate disposition and acquired temperament of one party; the other is that the people who were born in Si, grew up in Si, and eventually grew up in Si, are branded here and everywhere, so that they raise their hands and feet, live in the world, and eat customs, all of which are inseparable from this complex and habit. For example, the noodles in Huaibei are renovated and fragrant, especially nourishing the appetite of the people who have grown up in this land.
Huaibei in the geographical sense is very large. Containing the territory of northern Jiangsu, Lunan, eastern Henan and northern Anhui, this is a natural granary, of course, it is a place where soldiers and families of all dynasties must fight.
It was also seventy years ago that an unprecedented and vast war shocked this scorched earth. Hundreds of miles away, 6 million soldiers and civilians with clear faces and resolute but enthusiastic faces surrounded 800,000 Kuomintang troops here, and the blood soaked the land under their feet. They used millet plus rifle equipment to fight the relatively well-equipped national army and won the landmark decisive victory of the Chinese Liberation War. From here, the People's Liberation Army marched all the way to Jianghuai and crossed the Yangtze River until it liberated all of China.
Seventy years later, in the brightest spring light, I had the privilege of coming to this magical place and walking into a small village with a pilgrimage. Its name is Taiping.
In the 1970s, I was born in northern Anhui, a small village in Huaibei in the geographical sense. Before leaving, I repeatedly surveyed on the map I was familiar with in my heart, and there was a straight-line distance of three hundred miles from the Huaibei village where I was born and raised to the village I wanted to enter. Perhaps, because of the same lineage and the same river water, across this long time and space, I walked into Taiping Village this spring, without the slightest strange feeling. It's like going back to your hometown. The baked bread I ate in the morning still strongly supplied me with the energy to run.
Our generation was lucky to catch up with the best of times. There is no famine, no war, just understand things, catch up with the reform and opening up, have been resonating with the times, and enjoy the fruits of the bloody struggle of the predecessors. It has been witnessing that a country, a nation, a region, a party of water and soil, its changes and growth.
Spring to Taiping. I stood at the mouth of the neat and clean village and took a deep breath. The afternoon sun was shining, and in the aroma of rape flowers, begonia flowers, and magnolia flowers competing, I felt as if I had returned to my hometown. It's familiar and unfamiliar, familiar, and dreamlike. Look at the white wall flowers and trees, listen to the sound of the countryside, and feel like a paradise. This night and night, here and there, is it youth or middle age, dream or fairyland. I had to sigh in my heart, drunk?
(ii)
Taiping Village, Nanping Town, Suixi County, Huaibei City. It's a little bit. Embedded in the Huaibei Plain, it is like a pearl. Silently, vaguely, quietly and serenely, vicissitudes and fashion.
Above the fertile soil, rivers meet. The term "water and soil" comes from this. Where is the aura without water; without soil, where is the thickness? Huaibei Hanzi is rough, thick, heroic, wise; Huaibei women, all thick and kind, once married, it is a warm northern sister-in-law, simple and simple, for women, for wives, for mothers, they have only one belief: selfless, dedicated, inclusive. Straight to every boy who recalls the women around him, tears all their lives. That touch is called life. The rich word "love", around a "righteousness" word, is deduced on this side of the water and soil, and it is endless.
Baidu, the river canals in Suixi County are longitudinal, and the 8 backbone rivers in the territory of Xiaotan New River, Laotan River, Wang Yin River, Ba River, Nantuo River, Baohuan River, Li River and Beishui River belong to the Huai River system. There are also 115 large ditches, which are connected and have a length of 980 kilometers.
The so-called scenery should have mountains and water, or dangerous or strange. If measured by this standard, Huaibei will not have the best scenic spots. However, there is a more beautiful scenery, that is, the world and the origin of history. It is precisely because of the abundant production of grain, the flat terrain, the abundant water system, coupled with the moderate temperature and extremely pleasant habitat, huaibei is densely populated and easy to reproduce.
Since the Spring and Autumn Warring States established the county more than 200 years ago, it has been in a bustling bustle. Water a ride, a road ride, all the way to today. This thickness, this long, plus today's spring and Jingming, wheat waves, green water, red flowers and green trees, purple and red, isn't this the best scenery?
Scenic spots in the narrow sense are not suitable for livability. That is to say, the beautiful scenery in the scenic spot can only be walked once, and then, aftertaste. You can't live in the view. Or the mountains are dangerous and the water is rushing, and the clouds are swirling; or the people in the paintings, the land is scarce, but the scenery is only a scenery, which is only suitable for distant viewing, but not suitable for life.
There is a passage where a few people in the city go on vacation to the scenic area in the mountains, but when they see the mountains and rivers, the trees are verdant, they don't feel relaxed and happy, and they feast their eyes. During this time, he met an old native farmer who came down the mountain, so he went forward to talk and admired: "Old uncle, how happy you should be every day in and out of this picturesque scenery full of birds and flowers!" The old farmer wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, took a breath, pointed to the yellow dog running around him, and said quietly: "You mean it, only it is so happy." When the old farmer finished speaking, he climbed the mountain again with great difficulty to plant the small terraced field.
Where are the plots of cultivated land in the mountains? If you roughly flatten the land, you should also mine it into terraces according to local conditions, and plant a piece of melon and fruit grain that can be exchanged for rations. After all, the people eat for heaven. In the Huaibei Plain, there is farming everywhere.
When I walked in Taiping Village, I saw that behind the house, there were rapeseed, broad beans, and more evergreen ornamental plants and unnamed flowers. The former is a habit of cultivating vegetables nearby, which is convenient for eating and picking, which has become an agricultural custom for many years. Planting grass and flowers is undoubtedly a kind of progress and sublimation of the living standards of farmers, and when there is enough food and clothing, what is more in demand is pleasing to the eye. From material to spiritual, this is an aesthetic path that conforms to the law of objective development.
I followed a group of poets, and followed suit, surprised by the afternoon in a quiet village. Outside a courtyard in the southwest corner of the village, I was sniffing a flower, not wanting to be bumped into by the peasant sister-in-law who came out of the courtyard. She smiled and groaned and proudly pulled up the family routine with me: "This village is not worse than the city, it is very clean." She gently put a bag of garbage into the chest-high green bin in front of the door, expecting my affirmation. I smiled and thought she was like the neighbor sister-in-law of the village, and I said to her, the quiet of the village, and the fragrance of flowers, so that people really want to live here, the nap must be very beautiful. She giggled and once again couldn't help but proudly praise: the biggest advantage is that it is better than the air in the city!
I suddenly got up, and every day the mobile phone weather forecast would push the air PM2 index. The oxygen-rich ions in Taiping Village are so abundant that the sunlight seems to be gilted. I fell behind the crowd and waved goodbye to my sister-in-law, and I couldn't help but greedily take another deep breath.
(iii)
Stepping into Nanping, it was the dusk of mid-spring. The streets are flat and vertical, forming a tic-tac-toe shape. It was the weekend, the lanterns were on, and the sunset of the western sky was spread on the wheat waves in the suburbs, and the city and the countryside were also workers and farmers. "The warm breeze makes tourists drunk, and it treats Nanping as a dream." Following a group of poets from all over northern Anhui, I also came up with a poem.
Poets from northern Anhui, centered in Huaibei, were invited to come. Came to Nanping early on the same day to live. With the message of spring in Mengcheng, Lixin, Sixian, Zhongshan, Xiaoxian and other places, everyone gathered together. Woyang's poets also brought their own poetry newspapers and periodicals to distribute in Nanping. In the evening, the small canteen of the Nanping Town Government specially prepared the local characteristics of "bar steamed buns" for everyone.
The so-called "bar bun", I got it in my hand, and I saw it at a glance. It is very thick like the thickness of the bar used for work in the farmland of Huaibei, with burnt on one side and gluten on three sides. Pure handmade, the fragrance of wheat is refreshing. The poets scattered in several hotels in the town, and everyone scattered and rested early. I walked down the street without tiredness.
"The shouts were recorded and played repeatedly in the loudspeaker at the entrance of the shop. That voice is high-pitched and powerful, which is the tone of a typical Huaibei sister-in-law. It makes people feel that this kind of food is affordable, dedicated, and kind.
Moving to the next intersection, between the changes in the traffic lights, I heard the recorded shouting and selling, still a female voice, with only two words: "Big bun, big bun -" The simple people of Huaibei, early and big bun, late also big bun, only let people feel that in addition to the real, or real.
Moving on, there was another shout: "Branding, branding--" or a female voice, a small store, with glass windows, and similar machine operations. Later, I specifically asked the local friends who accompanied me and introduced that this was a machine-made steamed bun, so it could be sold wholesale.
What leaves the tooth behind is the taste of steamed buns. This is the purest food smell. The saying that teaches children in Huaibei is: "Raising people is still coarse tea and rice, durable cloth or coarse cloth, and marrying a wife is still from childhood." "It's a bit like the most reasonable quote in "Cai Gen Tan". Telling the story, in this and the other, with the small and the large, the circumstantial evidence, and finally touching on the most sensitive topics: love and marriage, emotions and family.
Regarding love, it has been argued to have been commented on and praised and hurt and intoxicated for thousands of years, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, running across the road. But the final foothold, but can not escape three meals a day, have children, wet and dry, wash and shabu. In the end, it is just a variety of tricks to make flour, such as the bar steamed bun in Nanping, the big steamed bun, and the water steamed bun. Diet men and women, no one can be excluded. Even if you flee to Jiangnan, you will only make rice into egg fried rice, or evolve into vegetable wrapped rice. Wheat and rice, each with its own tricks, are just renovated. Just as between people and people, no matter what kind of fate, the most fundamental red thread is sincerity, is the duty, is the enthusiasm, is the care, is the love.
Returning to the original topic, whether we come from all over the world or from the cities and villages of the Great Plains on the north bank of the Huai River in northern Anhui, one side of the water and soil nurtures the other, we have the same qualities: hospitality, enthusiasm, and kindness; especially to meet friends with poetry, adding a wisp of literary elegance. Focus on Taiping and meet Nanping. A hundred years of repair to cross the same boat, carry a basket spring light tour Taiping. How many years should it take to cultivate this fate in a number of worlds?
(iv)
Mountains are not high, there are immortals are named; water is not deep, there are dragons and spirits. Si is a small village, Lying Immortal Hidden Dragon, a hundred miles in all directions, all called "Taiping".
The above paragraph is one of the reasons for collecting wind.
Let's start with two stories.
One is the origin of Taiping Village. Taiping Village, originally a market, called Zhu Town Market. Like all the surrounding market towns, it has market days and rush days every three to five minutes. The largest gathering day of this Chu Machi set is the first day of March every year. At that time, there was a Taishan Temple in the southwest of Zhu Maji. The temple is dedicated to the god of medicine Hua Tuo, the god of water Dayu, the god of wealth Zhao Gongming, as well as the fire god Zhu Rong, as well as the goddess of the three stars, the eighteen arhats who guard peace and other gods. There were also more than three hundred monks coming and going.
It is said that the gods and immortals in this temple are particularly psychic and almost responsive. Like asking for a son, which makes the villagers the most sensitive and heart-wrenching thing, often a pillar of incense burns down, after three heads prostrate, in the heart acquiescence to the wish, the women will soon return home, will be surprised to find out that they are pregnant, nine months later, indeed gave birth to a big fat son. Then they would beat gongs and drums, and come to the monastery for more than a hundred miles to make a wish. There are also some sick people in the family, who have not been cured for a long time, come to the monastery to seek immortals, often healed without medical treatment, and their magical name has spread more and more widely. As a result, the Chucho market has become more and more lively. Since the Xianfeng period of the Qing Dynasty, people have customarily rushed to the first day of March every year to help the elderly and young people collectively offer incense to various gods and immortals. Even in ordinary times, major illnesses and minor disasters, and the request for children and daughters are also individual appeals, and the spiritual experience is just that. What is miraculous is that during the war years, the fire god in the temple actually showed his incomparable magical powers, which was awe-inspiring.
During the Republic of China period, warlords were in scuffles, bandits ran rampant, they robbed their homes, they harmed the people, and the people did not have a good life. Zhang Zuolin and Wu Peifu fought fiercely here, because they had long heard of the prestige of the Taishan Temple, they were afraid of retribution, both sides did not also love the war here, and withdrew to Jiang Lake, more than ten miles away, and the place was peaceful and peaceful.
During the war of aggression against China, the Japanese devils implemented the "three lights" policy in the land of Huanghuai and set a fire in the west of Zhudingji, with the intention of burning people's houses. At that time, the fire took advantage of the wind, from west to east, and the houses of each family became a sea of fire, but when they burned to the Taishan Temple, they stopped abruptly. When the little devil saw this, he fled, and the concentrated part of Zhu Machi was saved. Since then, The Chu Town Set has been renamed "Taiping Village". This refers to the apparition of the fire god.
There's another story. There is also a water god here. Whenever there is a drought, the local people spontaneously flock to the Taishan Temple to collectively kneel and beg for rain. There is almost a response, and the timely rain to alleviate the drought will fall out of thin air in less than three days. When there is a flood, often in the time of the storm, a huge black python will descend from the sky, circle the statue in front of the temple three times, and then plunge into a well in front of the temple to drink water, in a few moments, the wind and rain stop, the sun is shining. And this python also turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared into the sky.
In order to facilitate the pilgrims who came from afar to drink water, the monks used wooden barrels from this well to draw water. Serve it with a gourd, and the water is cool and sweet, and the people compete to drink it. However, when Wu Peifu and Zhang Zuolin were fighting a tug-of-war between the two soldiers, they also went to this well to get water to drink, but they were as bitter as huang lian. When this news came out, the two armies were in an uproar and withdrew from the camp for more than a dozen miles. The same Japanese devils also took water from this well to drink, and the well water sent to them clearly turned into a smelly and smoky blood water, and the Japanese devils immediately collapsed into an army and scattered and fled, fearing the tiger. The name "Taiping" is even more widespread.
For this reason, the villagers of Taiping Village specially donated money to set up a monument, which is known as "all good and return together", and this monument still exists today. This well also exists.
A small village, with such a loud legend, attracted merchants thousands of miles away to settle here. So far, the villagers of Taiping Village have zhu, wang, li, zhao and other surnames, and their ancestral homes are all over the country.
At a time when Taiping Village is widely populated, there are 13 natural villages scattered around Taiping Village, with a total of 5,000 villagers.
(5)
There are stories about the Taishan Temple in Taiping Village, which involves the Nanping Set, which was famous during the Battle of Huaihai. The leader of the Nationalist army, Huang Wei, was captured, and the locals said that "Huang Wei fell in the Yellow Ditch." "At the Huaihai Battle Memorial Hall, we listened in detail to the details of Huang Wei's capture here.
On November 22, 1948, after the People's Liberation Army annihilated the Huang Baitao Corps, the Central Revolutionary Military Commission of the Communist Party of China and the General Front Committee of the Huaihai Front of the Communist Party of China, according to the battlefield situation and several consultations, determined that the second target of annihilation should be the Huang Wei Corps, which was advancing alone from the Mengcheng area to Suxian County. The 4th Column of the Central Plains Field Army stubbornly resisted, and in order to lure the enemy to go deeper, it abandoned the Nanpingji position that night. On the morning of the 24th, Huang Wei's corps forcibly crossed the Xun River and advanced to the Dongpingji, Renjiaji, Qiliqiao, and Zhukou areas, and entered the pocket-shaped position preset by the Central Plains Field Army. Huang Wei found himself in an unfavorable situation, so he ordered the various departments to shrink south in the afternoon, preparing to advance along the south bank of the Hu river towards Hugou Ji and Guzhen, first meeting Li Yannian's corps, and then advancing north along the Jinpu Road (Tianjin to Pukou). At dusk that day, the Central Plains Field Army attacked in full swing, and by the morning of the 25th, the Huang Wei Corps was surrounded in an area of about 7.5 kilometers southwest of SuXian County, centered on the Double Stack.
By the beginning of December, the defensive area of the Huang Wei Corps had been further reduced, and only seven or eight regiments could maneuver and attack, and they were in the predicament of lack of food and ammunition. On December 15, the enemy commander Huang Wei issued the order to break through and fight a final dying struggle. At about 12:00 p.m., Xue Zhenying and battalion instructors of a certain unit of the People's Liberation Army led some people to patrol the village entrance, and suddenly they heard some noise in the fields outside the village, and vaguely saw several people moving. The instructor asked him to take two people to see, and Xue Zhenying touched it with two correspondents from the battalion headquarters with guns. When they were about to go to the front, the people noticed them, so Xue Zhenying stopped and shouted 'password'. The people's liberation army's password that night was 'Li Lou', and the person on the other side could not answer it, only saying 'his own person'.
Because it was dark and could not see clearly, coupled with the fact that the other party could not answer the password, Xue Zhenying suspected that eighty percent of the enemy was the enemy, so he asked for a password loudly, and also deliberately pulled the gun chain, heard the gun chain, the people on the opposite side seemed to mutter a few words, and suddenly ran away, and the two correspondents immediately chased after it. Xue Zhenying also chased after him with a gun, and when he ran to the place where those people were standing just now, he suddenly found that there was still a person lying on his stomach in the ditch under his feet. Because it was a ploughed crop field, the ditch was relatively deep, if it were not for the person wearing white clothes, if he did not pay attention in the dark night, Xue Zhenying would not be able to find it at once. Xue Zhenying went straight to the person who was crawling in the ridge and shouted at him with a gun: "Get up", but the person did not react, lying there motionless, Xue Zhenying kicked him, and did not move. Xue Zhenying thought that he was a dead man, so he touched his body, and touched the hot body, this winter is cold, if a dead person's body is cold and hard, where is the reason for the heat. So he knew that he was deliberately pretending to be dead, and Xue Zhenying was not polite, and after taking a kick at him, he ordered him: "Get up! If you don't get up again, I'll shoot you. The man had no choice but to slowly get up from the ground and stand in front of him with his head bowed. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, not very tall, and very stocky-looking. Asked for his identity, he only said "I am a clerk of the Thirtieth Army" and refused to speak again.
The battalion commander Yang Zhenhai and the instructor Fan Tianshu interrogated him, and he insisted that he was a clerk of the Thirtieth Army. The next day the march changed, and he followed, carrying a small steel gun mount for the soldiers, and it was not until the third day that the battalion sent him to the regiment with other prisoners, and he was locked up in the regiment for three days, and he did not reveal his identity. Later, the regiment sent him to the division again, and when he arrived at the division, someone identified him, and this was the case. The person who identified him was once Huang Wei's groom.
The double-stacked battlefield is only half an hour's drive from Nanping Town. The reason why an official as big as Huang Wei was taken prisoner was, in the words of the local people, that the God of Taishan Temple in Taiping Village appeared. This is called Huang Wei falling in the yellow ditch. This is a fateful fate. Huang Wei was one of the last war criminals of our party to be pardoned. Although Huang Wei, who was born in the Huangpu Class, paid many attention to him, he was also specially granted funds to support him to engage in various invention research. But until his death, Huang Wei was not successfully transformed, and finally ended up on the mainland.
It is worth specially recorded that in the Taiping Village of Nanpingji in that year, it belonged to the rear hospital of the Huaihai Campaign, where an average of 1200 wounded people received emergency treatment every day. Taiping villagers consciously shouldered the heavy responsibility of stretcher bearers, and when the hospital was transferred away after the victory of the war, Taiping Village took in the remains of more than 1,200 martyrs, who were buried in this hot land. Every year, Meng Chun Qingming, the fathers and fellow villagers of Taiping Village, would brave the gentle drizzle to burn paper and set off cannons for those heroic spirits who were buried here for a long time, and comfort them to rest in peace. It was not until the completion of the Shuangduiji Martyrs' Cemetery that they were moved to the Evergreen Memorial Mausoleum along with more than 5,000 bones scattered throughout the county.
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In the Battle of Huaihai, not only the 600,000 People's Liberation Army won the Battle of Huaihai, but also the 5.38 million local villagers who were eager to live a peaceful and politically clear life. In those 66 days and nights of gunfire and bullets, more than 80% of the PLA's equipment and grain and grass were pushed to the front line by 880,000 small carts. Standing on this scorched earth, Mr. Chen Yi once summed it up affectionately: "The victory in the Huaihai Campaign was pushed out by the masses of the people with a small cart. "On average, behind every PLA, there are 9 local villagers standing to escort and help.
In 1978, the Huaihai Battle Double Pile Memorial Hall broke ground, and all the heroic spirits who remained in this yellow land forever watched the Taiping together with the local people. Under the care of party committees and governments at all levels, the memorial hall has been continuously improved, and almost every day people from all walks of life from all over the country and the world come to pay respects to the heroes and martyrs and remember the miracle of war that shocked home and abroad.
In the spring of 1949, the villagers around Taiping Village welcomed the mighty spring breeze and reclaimed the land on the land where there was still the residual temperature of artillery fire, sowing the seeds of happiness and hope. 70 spring and autumn have passed, and generation after generation of villagers who are eager for peace, under the sunshine and rain of the party, the sesame blossoms are as brilliant and bright as the festival.
Spring to Taiping, never far away. The spring wind stands, the cycle rotates, year after year, changing the heavens and the earth. From a few hundred small villages in those days to the current number of 5,000 and 13 villages, the Taiping people are closely united under the leadership of the party and keep pace with the times. Taiping Village set up a general party branch, under the jurisdiction of two party branches. The general branch of the party and the village committee are co-located, and have a special office building of the general branch of the party and the village committee.
The party flag hunting and hunting display, sickle and hammer shine together. The poets and writers of the province's northern Anhui film train and recharge in the spacious and bright conference room. At the gathering mobilization meeting, the poets were deeply inspired and infected. Feeling kind, they listened intently to the deepest call of this hot land and felt the most simple feelings of the local people.
Zhu Chuanbei, 83 years old, and 8 other elderly people rushed from the village to the village headquarters. Surrounded by poets, they relished the past and present dynasties of Taiping Village. The old people were like a number of family treasures, Taishan Temple, bar steamed buns; ancient wells gushing jade, black reckless rain; and in the gunfire of the Huaihai Campaign, they witnessed their fathers pushing wheelbarrows, running day and night on the front line of the People's Liberation Army advancing into the smoke-filled battlefield. From the central government to the provinces and municipalities, from the past to today, the caring eyes of the people of the whole country have always focused on this yellow land soaked with the blood of the martyrs.
Taiping Village lives up to its name and deserves its name!
Taiping Village not only has Taiping, but also contains more "Taiping elements" behind the rising happiness index. Near the former site of the Taishan Temple, almost every household has college students coming out of the village. Among them, the largest one came out of five college students, and their brothers and sisters, with the feeling of home and country of praying for peace, contributed to the construction of the motherland in different jobs. A total of 37 college students came out of the village.
There are also 33 young people over one million yuan, who have become well-known entrepreneurs, distributed in various cities across the country. They are proud of Taiping Village, and Taiping Village is proud of them!
The wind gathering activities are always in the surging passion, and the spring tide is like a surge that makes people unable to calm down for a long time. The most memorable thing is the villagers of Taiping Village, who interpret kindness and enthusiasm in their own unique way, showing wisdom and talent. On the same day, the whole village staged a welcome literary and art evening with 16 programs and a length of nearly three hours in the Taiping Village People's Square.
I have the impression that the nights in the countryside are always dark. On this night in Taiping Village, there are fire trees and honeysuckles, and the fathers and villagers of the Eight Villages of Ten Mile rush to watch, as if they have returned to the scene of the movie tour in that year. Dances, songs, allegro, coupled with poets and artists from time to time cameo instant performances, so that the climax of the party is repeated and can not be dispersed for a long time.
The most worth mentioning is that a big aunt in the village who said Allegro, wrote and directed herself, went on stage with sonorous and powerful sentences, said and spoke, and even moved Wang Jian, the general secretary of the village party branch and the director of the village committee, into the lines. The applause was thunderous, and Wang Jian, who was busy helping to run the drama on the stage, was also ashamed. Repeatedly in the corner of the curtain, bowed to everyone.
Regarding the leader of Taiping Village, it is said that he broke out in the field and also got the first pot of gold. However, in the face of the high votes of the party members in the election, he did not hesitate and did not hesitate to choose to stay in his hometown and serve his fathers and fellow villagers. When Wang Jian sat down to introduce the wind collection activities of the day, the most central topic was actually rice. He did not hesitate to take advantage of this opportunity of spring and snow to advertise a kind of upland rice promoted by the villagers. This simple Huaibei Hanzi is more reticent. The two words he said the most were "gratitude."
Spring to Taiping. Spring.
Prosperous China, into Taiping.
It was as if I had walked back to the road of my own growth, and every touch I had in Taiping was integrated into my own warm true love for the motherland, for history, and for the fathers and villagers of the Huaibei Plain, whose blood was thicker than water and was deeply rooted. It is the people who live and work endlessly in this yellow land, and the peace of the world is their highest admiration. They have paid too much, too much, but with the tradition of "only asking about cultivation, not asking about harvest" in traditional Chinese culture, they still step on this thick soil and work silently.
The breeze and the bright moon, the loess and the blood, only dedication, not taking. They are happy and tolerant.
So happy, so happy.
Believe, be grateful, be moved!
Mr. Nie Xuejian
Nie Xuejian, after 70, cooked Wen Yiqing, cooked characters to heal wounds. He has published five collections of essays and long-form reportage. He is a member of Anhui Writers Association. Since 2004, he has been the station manager of Anhui Legal Daily in Fuyang.
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