Qinglong river, which once brought us a happy childhood, has become a Taolin Lake with a "flower pond deep in thousands of feet" and the back hills are orchards. The fertile qinglong river in the east hit the small plain and was submerged at the bottom of the lake. My simple, kind and simple folks, with a strong Manchu accent, are scattered in many towns and villages. Where is my hometown?
In the spring of 20 years ago, a large number of strangers suddenly came to our small mountain village. The mountains here are always high and the emperor is always far away. Provincial, city and county relocation teams entered the village, and the village loudspeakers broadcast every day. In order to solve the industrial and agricultural water problems in Tangshan and Qinhuangdao, the province decided to build Taolinkou Reservoir, and the villagers needed to move. Hearing this news, the quiet mountain village is boiling, and everyone has many questions: where are we going to move? Can people in our village still be together? What about our land, orchards and houses?
Although the working group earnestly persuaded and promised many preferential conditions, the villagers were unmoved. The villagers have lived in this small mountain village for generations, with one mountain, one water, one grass, one brick, one stone and one tile. Can we use a simple word "deep affection" to describe it? The fragrant soil in the village and the blue brick and black tile house with cobblestone walls are their dreams. That kind of complex permeates their blood and bone marrow, which makes the villagers suddenly leave their homes and make them emotionally reluctant and heartbroken.
The old people are flustered. Where are we moving to? Can our sisters, old brothers and grandfathers who have been together for many years still be together? What should we do for the elderly? Middle-aged people's hearts are beating. What about our fruit trees and land when they move to a new place? Can you support your family? The children were frightened. Can we go to school when we arrive at a new place? Can I still play with my friends?
But no matter how many problems there are, whether willing or not, it is difficult to move. That is the government's decision. The working group persuaded the villagers to take the overall situation into consideration. The villagers said that our overall situation is to live a good life in a small mountain village. Our small village has mountains, water, land, Woods and orchards, and the air is so lively. Why are we moving?
Contradictions, seesaw, the work of the working group is difficult to carry out, but relocation is the general trend. The working group said that the higher authorities must be relocated, and all must be relocated before the flood season comes at the end of June. Relocation must not cause contradictions between cadres and masses, and there will be incidents such as dead people and petitions. Relocation is a hard and fast rule, and there is no room for discussion. The working group continued its investigation, detailed property registration, verification of compensation methods, and earnestly persuaded it to hold a forum for villagers' representatives in party member, and led a large number of young villagers to visit some towns and villages in Tangshan and Qinhuangdao by bus. Young people longing for the wonderful world outside were moved when they saw the smooth roads and scattered houses in the relocated village. After coming back, they kept persuading the old man who refused to move and introduced what they had seen and heard.
Under the patient and meticulous ideological and political work of the working group and the full implementation of the national property compensation policy, some county and township party and government leaders in Tangshan and Qinhuangdao went to small villages to preach preferential policies for settlement. After repeated inquiries, consultations, inquiries and understanding, the villagers, especially the old people, began to relax. Some old people get together and say: People say that relocation is a national policy, and the country lets us move, but our arms can't twist our thighs. Let's leave now.
Uncle Li Baoshan is an old party member and veteran cadre in the village. During War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's time, he was the captain of the village stretcher team. He is over 80 years old and is highly respected in the village. He cooperated with the working group and went door to door. He said that our village is an old revolutionary base area. At that time, we braved the bullets of the Japanese devils to rescue the wounded and sick of the Eighth Route Army. This is really a head pinned to the belt. It was the producer who called on us to resist Japan, and we drove away the Japanese devils. Now we have a better life. * * * The producer wants to build and solve the drinking water problem of Tangshan people in Qinhuangdao. Let's move. We are a small village. We can move hundreds of people out of our village and let millions of people drink the water from qinglong river in front of our door. It is worth moving.
People in our village listened to Uncle Li. Everyone says it's good for uncle Li Baoshan to talk, so move, or you can't move. Although some old people can't accept it, most of them have unified their thinking and gradually cooperated with the work of the working group.
The megaphone in the village announces the progress of the relocation work every day, and the villagers begin to make preparations before the relocation. Every day, those old people go to the east end of the village and the west end of the village, no matter how far or near, no matter whether they are surnamed Zhang, Zhao or Li, no matter whether they have a holiday in the past, when they enter the house, they all burst into tears when they see adults and children: I am over 80 years old, and we have moved away. I am here. Aunt Wang, a 75-year-old neighbor, is in poor health. She also went door to door and cried wherever she went. She said: Do I have to move out? I can only die now. When I die, I don't have to go. I was buried in the back of our small village, and I looked after our village. With these words, she burst into tears.
It's time to decide who will move where. The villagers are sitting under the old locust tree in the village. A large number of people from the working group, inspection team, notary office, public security bureau and other departments took out sealed bamboo sticks from a big iron box in front of the villagers, which was locked with four iron bars. The leader of the working group announced that please rest assured and supervise us. We are absolutely fair and open. If there is something wrong with the exhibition, we will be punished by party discipline and political discipline.
Every household sends talented people to the lottery table, and the bamboo sticks they draw are as precious as holding a newborn baby. When they opened the bamboo sticks anxiously and saw the moved place, almost the moved place, they jumped up with joy and shouted that my family had moved to a village, a good place. When the lottery draws a relatively inferior village, that kind of disappointment, frustration, want to cry without tears, that kind of helpless expression, hurts the bottom of my heart.
Less than a day's work, less than a day's work, the lottery is over, and every household has a new place to live. Our family painted Hugezhuang Town, Luannan County, Tangshan City. My brother has been there before, saying that it is a rice producing area, only 10 miles from the county seat. It's a good place. My brother, sister-in-law and children are all excited, but my 70-year-old mother is not. She asked my brothers: where is your father? (That was my father's death), just for the sake of our ancestors. We can't let you drown your father and your ancestors. If you want to do that, are you still human? With that, she burst into tears, tears streaming down her old cheeks like constantly cut threads. We also shed tears sadly.
At that time, the old people of every household brought wine, meat and snacks paper money, led their children and grandchildren to the ancestral grave, held the ancestral grave in their hands, and shouted to the sky: Ancestor, we are unfilial, and we will drown you in the water. Afterwards, we cried. They used a beautiful porcelain altar filled with old grave soil, which is the custom of Manchu people. Wherever they go, this altar old grave soil is their root, and this altar old grave soil protects them just like their ancestors.
To tear down the house, the small mountain village cried again and again. The house is the lifeblood of the villagers. Where there is a house, there is a home. According to the topography, mountains and hills, the villagers in the small village spontaneously planned to build a blue brick and black tile house with cobblestone walls. It is the painstaking efforts and sweat of several generations of Manchu villagers, and embodies the wisdom and cleverness of Manchu villagers. A few days before my house was demolished, my mother never touched water or rice. She scolded us. How can you have the heart to tear down the house your father and I built? On the day when the house was demolished, she set a table in the yard, burned three incense sticks, placed a tribute, bowed deeply for three times, and cried, my house, my home. . . . I fainted, woke up to see the wall of the house gone and cried.
On the day of loading, the old man came to the dilapidated village road, holding each other's rough veterans with tears in his eyes: We will definitely never see each other again in this life. Take care. How can I describe the tragic and tragic scenes in Where Are You Going? How can I describe it?
Savages love soil, grass loves mountains, and they have moved for 20 years. The mountains and rivers in my hometown, the mountains and rivers on the slopes, and every grass and tree remain in the depths of my brain. Hometown, I love your tall and straight peaks, rolling mountains, winding mountain roads, qinglong river; Hometown, I love your beautiful house, kitchen smoke, beautiful mountains and fruitful orchards; In my hometown, I love hard-working, simple, kind, rough and full of local accent. No matter where you go, no matter how old you are, the complex of your hometown cannot disappear. The small mountain village will always be my beloved hometown until the end of my life!