The morning sun of Shangbai Village

　　At about six o'clock in the morning, I came to the gate of the town government as promised, but I did not see Secretary Zhu, only a row of swallows who got up earlier than me, standing on the power line across the road, enjoying the cool morning of the town, listening to the sweet breath from the field during the busy season of farming.

　　Secretary Zhu is a cadre of the Youth League and Municipal Committee of Zhaoqing City, who was sent to Paisha Town in 2016 to participate in poverty alleviation work, and worked with a teammate to help four scattered villages, a total of more than 100 scattered poor households. In addition to the provincial poverty villages, other villages that need help are called scattered villages. After the Spring Festival this year, the third round of poverty alleviation work ended, and when the cadres stationed in the village began to rotate, Secretary Zhu insisted on staying, but the task was much lighter, and only helped two scattered villages and more than fifty poor households.

　　Except for the rain, Secretary Zhu would walk on the mountain road of Shangbai Village every morning, nearly seven kilometers back and forth.

　　Yesterday I met Secretary Zhu, so I met him tomorrow morning to go to Shangbai Village to see the scenery there and feel the romance and beauty of the sunrise.

　　More than three months ago, he sent me several beautiful pictures of the first rise of the sun in Shangbai Village. Looking at the bright red morning sun standing in the middle of the mountains, living in harmony with the sky, and relying on the clouds, I was deeply attracted at that time, and I wanted to take a day to go into Shangbai Village with him to see the rising sun. Secretary Zhu said that when you go to Shangbai Village in autumn, you can see the sunrise as beautiful as the picture.

　　But during this time, I always think of the sunrise in Shangbai Village, although it is not yet autumn, but I can't wait, I think I have to go up once anyway, stand in Shangbai Village to see the sunrise in July, and satisfy my selfish desires.

　　Shangbai Village is a small natural village of the Bengxi Village Committee, there used to be more than two dozen households, and now most of them have moved down the mountain, and only two or three families remain in the village to continue to watch the bright red sunrise.

　　At about 6:15, I saw Secretary Zhu hurrying toward me.

　　The two of us went one after the other, in unison, and marched along the mountain road to the white village. When we came to Baitian Village, we saw a thin layer of morning mist, holding the tranquil mountain forest tightly in our arms, like relatives who had been reunited for a long time. The terraces at the foot of the mountain, the golden rice, have been pocketed by the industrious and kind villagers, the peanuts have been pulled out, and a few seedlings have emerged from the seedlings, which has become a beautiful talk in the woods. The village is very quiet, there is no shadow, only the of the mountain brother's family, lying by the courtyard door, looking at each other with a small pumpkin picked yesterday, silently accompanying each other for one night.

　　The saw us, and she didn't see us, still motionless, her eyes looking straight at us, occasionally wagging her tail, looking a little loose, but very likable.

　　We often go to Brother Shan's house to install mountain spring water and use it as drinking water, and naturally we are familiar with his.

　　Starting from Baitian Village, the mountain road into Baicun is a dirt road, and there is still a lot of water on the road at this time; on the road surface that is rolled by the wheels, two clear tooth marks are left, which appear to be potholed and unremarkable.

　　I followed Secretary Zhu and carefully stepped on the footprints he had left behind, heading up the hill. On the mountain and down the mountain, in addition to the woods is a dense bamboo forest, if you encounter a valley, the floating clouds will unfold soft under your own eyes.

　　After a while, a white pheasant, dragging a long tail, climbed down the hillside, but as soon as it saw us, it immediately turned around and disappeared into the deep mountain forest, and could no longer be seen; and there were a few faint birds, chasing us all the way, as if it was going to enter the paradise with us, to see the rise of the rising sun.

　　Halfway down the road, the mountain spring water that runs down from the mountain, like a white belt, floats to the bottomless valley, and her hearty laughter nourishes all living beings and makes us reminisce for a long time.

　　When passing through Xiabai Village, Secretary Zhu pointed to a small mountain road and told me that this road could lead to Xiabai Village. I looked curiously at the mountain road flooded by the grass, and suddenly felt a faint hanging, I really doubted whether such a steep and narrow mountain road was taken by people, but I was afraid that the beasts would be afraid of three points when they saw it. Since it is a road, whether it is flat or steep, I still look at it carefully with a heart of worship, only to see that on the road, no new footprints have been found, which shows that this road has not been walked for many years. I think that the villagers of Xiabai Village went up and down the mountain, and now they should take a spacious and bright road.

　　According to Secretary Zhu, there are still dozens of families living in Xiabai Village.

　　When I was about to arrive at Shangbai Village, I saw that Chaoyang had climbed up from the mountain, and the shaky head seemed powerless, no matter how much I appreciated it, it was not as good as the pictures that Secretary Zhu sent me, and I felt that I was deceived by Shangbai Village.

　　However, in addition to disappointment, when we approached Shangbai Village, and then looked back at the valley not far from us, the clouds were steaming and foggy, and if we encountered a fairyland, we couldn't help but be amazed, which somewhat compensated for some complaining emotions.

　　When you enter Shangbai Village, the morning light shines on the dappled walls of the houses, emitting a golden yellow light. The fruit trees and vegetable fields in front of and behind the house are also vibrant because of the caresses of the morning sun, showing us the infinite charm of green life.

　　Secretary Zhu looked at the valley and told me that when the autumn sun rose, it was like a golden jewel embedded in it, which was very beautiful. But this is not autumn, and the morning sun can only climb up from the top of the mountain.

　　Because we were in a hurry to go down the mountain, we only stayed for a moment and went down the mountain with some regrets.

　　When he returned to a vegetable patch on the side of the town government road, Secretary Zhu greeted a seventy-year-old peasant woman. He told me that she was a villager who had moved down from Shangbai Village.

　　At this time, the peasant woman was reaching out to pick the pumpkin hanging in the melon shed, and this pumpkin, revealing its yellow belly, was like a pearl embedded in the vegetable field, which could not help but remind me of autumn, embedded in the valley of Shangbai Village.