Anything that can be called a city must be the center of local economy, culture and politics, which is several miles, or dozens of miles, or even bigger in Fiona Fang.
Watershed meets these conditions.
Economy is the original site of Taohua Mangosteen Factory, the only enterprise in Taohuashan Town. Culture is the original site of Taohuashan Middle School, the only junior middle school in Taohuashan. Zheng is the seat of the former Taohuashan town government.
The watershed is the center of Taohua Mountain in Fiona Fang.
So in my pen, the watershed is the city.
But compared with other cities, the watershed can only be called a pocket-sized town.
Small, from the permanent population, there are only a dozen or twenty households, not more than 100 people, and the people living there, men, women and children, are unfamiliar.
Small, in terms of street scale, the straight-line distance between north and south of a T-shaped street is less than 100 meter, and there is no boundary between the old street and the new street.
Small, from a prosperous point of view, except for those state workers who have to work to eat and street residents who make a living by farming, few people come to work and go shopping. Occasionally, passers-by leave in a hurry and rarely look back.
But sparrows are small and complete. In this palm-sized place, many institutions thrive here. Almost an established town should be established, and none of them are left behind. Township Party committee, township government, township people's congress, several gold-plated plaques hung high in the only two-story building in the township government. The rest are power supply stations, police stations, finance offices, post offices, agricultural machinery stations and meat stations.
The only lively place may be Taohuashan Middle School. Although not as good as other middle schools, there are always some interesting places with more than 100 students.
Not only does the crisp sound of reading always attract some envious eyes, but even the occasional imposing teacher walks by, it will make people respect and imagine.
The watershed is such a small town.
But it is such a little-known place. In my childhood mind, it is no less than the Ganges in India in Buddhists' mind, the Vatican in Christians' mind and Mecca in Muslims' mind.
Thinking about it day and night, I must go to the place of pilgrimage.
I remember when I was 5 years old, my sister got meningitis and my parents were very worried. I held my sister in my arms for medical consultation, and the place that decided my sister's life and death was the watershed.
Although my sister didn't escape this robbery after all and died in the watershed, I found that I didn't hate it at all. I'm just more eager to have a chance to visit.
As for the stranger who occasionally comes to us from other places, as long as he hears that he is a watershed, he absolutely respects me, so he naturally becomes my idol in my dream at night, and I admire him many times.
In fact, it is only four miles from my hometown to the watershed, but a few kilometers, which makes me work hard throughout the primary school stage. It is precisely because I want to go to middle school in the watershed that I can see the watershed, feel its mystery and realize my ideal of being a watershed person.
The first time I saw the watershed, I unveiled her mystery. I was 1 1 years old. With a group of friends, carrying a report card, we set out at dawn, reported to Taohuashan Middle School, and went to Taohuashan Middle School to see the long-awaited watershed.
Excitement is written on the face. This road is an expressway. Although rugged, it is also spacious. Bamboo on both sides, green and dripping. The birds sang and laughed all the way. I have been working hard for more than ten years, and it seems that the time to step on my foot is only half an hour.
The school hasn't arrived at the office yet. The first thing to do is to see the watershed and climb the 100 stone steps behind the middle school. The watershed showed her graceful and gentle charm in front of me. The first thing that appeared in front of my eyes was the supply and marketing cooperative, which was a unique product of the planned economy in that socialist country. Although it has experienced vicissitudes, it is also rich compared with the thatched cottages and adobe walls in our hometown. It is not only tall, spacious and bright. What is more eye-catching is the goods placed inside, including colorful fabrics, mouth-watering but single-variety non-staple food, kerosene, matches, soap and other daily necessities. A few feet long counter is enough for me to linger all morning, or even longer. In fact, in the supply and marketing cooperatives, I often just look at the guests, look at them eagerly, and then run away in a hurry, afraid that the beautiful salesgirl and the handsome salesman will ask me, and I feel ashamed.
I just don't get it yet. How did Sun's brother, handsome brother of supply and marketing cooperatives, become a counter-revolutionary linked to Taiwan Province Province?
Turn left, followed by the supply and marketing cooperative canteen, commune health center, people's commune, commune canteen and Nanzhushan, which is the end.
Go to the right. There are no more houses in the grocery store, grain station, meat station, pig farm and wasteland.
The most greedy is the golden-toothed steamed stuffed bun and deep-filled fried dough sticks. It's golden and shiny. When you taste it, it tastes delicious and you will never forget it.
Jindia is a foreigner whose real name is Deng. There may be a golden character in his name, or he is very rich. The so-called "get rich first" kind of person is called Jin dia. He may be the first businessman who made a fortune here in the watershed.
Jin Er became a watershed and never lacked the best proof from the merchants.
The only thing that impressed me was that between the supply and marketing cooperative and the health center, there was a farmer named Chen with a mud wall in the middle, which was particularly conspicuous.
Perhaps his family is the earliest indigenous people in this watershed city.
Over time, the people's commune was changed to township, and Taohuashan commune was also changed to Taohuashan township. The watershed also ushered in the most glorious moment in history and experienced the biggest change. After a short period of construction, the original left turn and right turn were straightened, and a long dike was built from the township government to the original grain station, and the original grain station, meat station and pig farm were all removed.
As a result, the horses are noisy and bustling, just like the strong wind in spring. At night, the watershed has become the prototype of today's appearance. Nearly 20 farmers have transformed themselves into city dwellers, but they are still agricultural registered permanent residence, still fiddling with his acre of land.
I've heard that someone suggested before that watershed should learn from other towns and set up neighborhood committees, perhaps because there are too few people and too little land, but it didn't come true after all. If such a thing can really be realized, I think the watershed will definitely go down in history with the content of the smallest neighborhood committee in China.
Unfortunately, there is no such life in the watershed.
The most prosperous time of the watershed should be those years. There are two rows of uniform two-story buildings and a straight road. When dusk falls, the lights in the buildings on both sides replace the street lamps, and the watershed is also illuminated as day. Although there are few pedestrians, the voice from the east is still clear and pleasant even if it reaches the west, and it runs from south to north. Although vague, it is still so familiar and kind.
The whole basin has the connotation of an ideal city everywhere.
Streets and alleys, enchanting night scenes.
Brilliant, thick tiles and thick walls.
Police stations, finance offices, post offices, power supply stations, credit cooperatives, agricultural machinery stations, animal husbandry stations, and cultural stations, and the institutions dispatched by these counties are also found in the watershed, which is a treasure trove and can continue the bronze stove of incense.
For a time, people came and went at the watershed, and it really became a city with history, a city with reason, and a town of tomorrow.
The most surprising thing is that Taohua Mangosteen Factory, the first enterprise in Taohuashan Town, has been established. Using the abundant bamboo resources in Taohua Mountain and the surplus labor force brought by the reform and opening up, a bamboo factory of 100 people was set up. At that time, machines roared and guests came and went, which really made the watershed face a lot bigger and became famous.
Unfortunately, this enterprise is also managed by government departments. Just like many township enterprises, in a few years, it also died out and closed down.
Later, Taohuashan Township complied with the trend of social restructuring, withdrew from the township and merged into Dongshan Township, just like the people's commune changed to the township in the past. Overnight, all institutions withdrew from the watershed and moved to Saburo Weir in Dongshan. From then on, the watershed is no longer a city, no longer brilliant.
From 9 1 to 93, I was lucky enough to stay in the watershed and be a watershed person for nearly two years. I finally realized my dream of being a watershed person when I was a child.
Although there is no achievement, the memories so far are full of happiness.
From the place where I work, Taohua Mangosteen Factory, through the tallest building and four-story office building of the township government, and through the connecting levee of nearly 30 meters, is the most prosperous and lively street in the watershed.
There is a small shop opened by Uncle Jinhai's family; The meat case with the nickname four cunning; Some grain stations collapsed and stood up, and some stood up and fell down; Some supply and marketing cooperatives have changed, but Ji Dajie, who is still attractive, still sticks to her post; There is a carpenter's shop opened by Master Cai; In the dark, there is a food stall run by Aunt Yulan. There is a paper shop opened by Master Chen; There is a snack bar opened by Master Zhang; There is a breakfast shop opened by Master Yang, with pork liver broth and white bread steamed bread from his family, which is unforgettable so far. The veterinarian uncle also opened a restaurant in the building of the animal husbandry station, which finally gave us gluttonous diners a place to go; The highest point of the watershed is Master Wu's blacksmith's shop, which jingles day and night.
Along the way, almost all people I don't know greeted each other warmly. When I meet a particularly nice person, I always stop and sit by and talk for a long time. When I am thirsty, some people in the street will sieve a glass of water for you. When I am hungry, someone in the shop will grab a handful of melon seeds or peanuts. At lunch time, you can go to Master Yang and Master Zhang's shop to fry, or you can go to your uncle's shop to eat and drink. It doesn't matter if you have no money. Say hello, owe it first, and then give it when you have money. After work, I don't worry about places I haven't played. I invited three or five friends and walked into the house casually. Everyone can fight the midnight oil, but people in the street still don't change the old habits of country people, go to bed early and get up early, and don't make any noise, for fear of disturbing people's good dreams that have just begun.
In the past two years, I have bought fresh side dishes from Aunt Yulan's food stall countless times, worrying about three meals a day for the staff of the bamboo factory;
Countless times in Uncle Jinhai's shop, he boasted about mountains and chatted over tea at home.
I have also drunk wine, punched, talked about ambition and ideals in the shops of Master Zhang, Master Yang and Uncle Ao countless times. The only place I dare not go more is the paper binding shop of President Chen's house. Although President Chen is no longer the wise man he used to be, he looks old and smiling, which makes people feel more cordial, but because everything he binds is for the dead, paper men, paper horses, gongs, spirits, wreaths, roads and coffins.
/kloc-after 0/993, I left the bamboo factory and ran around. Even if I cross the watershed occasionally, I just pass by in a hurry, and I have almost no time to stay, let alone read carefully.
The watershed left in my heart is still a city, still so bustling and lively.
1998, I had to leave my hometown and come to Dongguan to make a living. Although I sometimes think of the watershed, the news about him is always negative. First, the township was removed and the town was merged, and the government department spent the night in the thin air. There is no watershed in the township government station, and I still have what I can be proud of. Then the tide of working came, and all the young and middle-aged people went out to make a living, leaving only some old people and children to look after the house. Later, the streets became more deserted, and fewer and fewer people went out. Later, another wind power station bought the former township government and health center, dismantled the wind power headquarters, and bought the bamboo factory to nearby farmers. The Chen family, who didn't make a watershed, was razed and built two two-story villas, which actually became a watershed. Later, Taohua Middle School disappeared and the original place was changed into a primary school. I heard that the primary school is almost gone, except for the most prosperous place in the watershed.
In short, the news that broke through the clouds and fell into my ears is always heavy and helpless.
In May this year, my cousin gave birth to a son and held a full moon banquet in his hometown. It happened that my cousin's house was in Fenshuiling Street, and she went home for a wedding banquet. I am lucky enough to walk through the watershed again, and I am deeply touched.
In the past twenty years, I have never really reached the watershed. I pass by occasionally, but only by car. The path less than 100 meter is only a few minutes' walk in front of modern transportation. I haven't recovered yet, but I have come a long way, leaving only the back of the increasingly thin watershed in my mind.
My wife is a foreigner and unfamiliar with the watershed. At dusk when the wind stopped and the rain stopped, the watershed was blue, clear and transparent, and her eyes were all new green, a little dazzling and a little dizzy. She walked slowly along the watershed street with her wife. There are few passers-by, the old building is locked all the way, and weeds grow all the way. There is a newly built house in a mess, and there is a car parked at the door, which makes it even more deserted. From one end to the other, I carefully identified the people I once knew, Master Yang, Master Zhang, Master Cai, Master Chen and Master Liu, but I didn't see an open door. I saw an aunt, but I thought about it for a long time, afraid to call, for fear of mistaking someone for me.
This is what you always call a watershed? The wife is asking questions,
Yes, how can there be no people coming and going, no shops, no wine flags, no feasts, and this is also a city?
I can only smile and ignore my wife. I know it should be me who is wrong. In my heart, the most prosperous and lively place should be the small town called watershed.
Suddenly, an old voice called my nickname. I turned around and found that the roadside was a little dark, and Aunt Yulan's food stall was still there.
The old man, like an antique, has become a symbol in some dilapidated watershed streets. Maybe she is not because of her life, but because of her love and persistence, but she doesn't have her eldest son uncle who lives with her day and night.
I know that my eldest son's uncle has been dead for many years, leaving her alone in the watershed street.
Perhaps because she was afraid of loneliness, she chose the watershed city.
Day, it began to get dark, and the number of people in the street began to increase. I know, they are all travelers like me, coming to my cousin's house for a wedding banquet.
The wind began to blow again, and the rain began to fall untimely.
Let's go! Stop looking. My wife is urging me. I looked back at the watershed that had begun to be surrounded by wind and rain, quietly followed my wife and walked into my cousin's good red shed.
Yes! What is there to see? The watershed is just a pocket town.
A town with an unknown name, tattered, no history and no future.
I don't know how to erase it from my memory. Make room for tomorrow and hope.
I can't get hurt.