Distant homesickness: In a few years, the history of manually picking rivers will be completely over, all of which are mechanical dredging.

The fourth series of "water-carrying stories"

A paradise in a flower and a world in a grass; A tree, a bodhi, a thought and a Buddha; There is pure land on one side, and there is a dusty relationship between smiles; One thought and one purity, one heart and one lotus.

Your beauty is like your face. Leave it alone, your heart is like a lotus, time flies and the lotus is in full bloom. You are the pillar of my life.

Turning around and looking back, some time passed. Meet late, meet late. When we are in the mountains and flowing water, we show our life. You are like a lotus, you can see it from a distance. You are like a mountain, handsome and tall.

Time will leave eventually, and we still have to move on. Perhaps, life is not absolutely good or bad. There are blessings to rely on, and there are blessings to lurk. Flowers bloom and fall, and you can understand the impermanence of the world.

If the heart is like a lotus, have a beautiful journey. You grow flowers, and your life will be very fragrant.

The last "crossing the river adventure" was several years later.

I was married at that time, and my eldest son was born less than a year ago. He has been able to stand up trembling, but he can't walk yet.

When I left, I was reluctant to part with this little rabbit as thin as a monkey.

But digging a river ditch is like joining the army at the front.

It's your turn to go. You can only bite the bullet and go. No one else will take your place.

Thinking that it might be easier to cook in the kitchen before, I applied to go to the kitchen; An old man who took us to dig a river actually agreed.

However, I was wrong that time, and my mistake was a bit outrageous.

This time, it is also in a place seven or eight miles away from my hometown, near the suburbs of Liaocheng, a place called Yan Temple.

This time, only forty or fifty members of our brigade carried the river.

Because there are fewer people, it's just me and my uncle in the kitchen.

When digging a river that autumn, it happened to catch up with the weather of "autumn Lala" (dialect: continuous autumn rain).

There is already some water in the branch canal we are going to dig; Coupled with the rain, there is no way to dig mud.

Although we all went into the river several times in long water shoes, we didn't get out a few shovels of mud.

Therefore, the "project" will stop to have a rest.

For half a month, everyone basically didn't really work for a few days, and most of the time they were hiding in the kitchen and chatting.

This time, my uncle and I both suffered.

Although migrant workers don't have to work, they still have to eat three meals a day.

I'm too tired to be your father. My legs cramp when I sleep every day.

Because we don't dig rivers often, everyone hides in the kitchen and gossips. There are many idle people, so I apply to go home and see my son who can't walk yet.

Members are not allowed to go home when digging rivers.

But because the task of digging the river was easy, the grandfather who led the team agreed and asked others to help me cook for two days.

I was surprised to see that my son had learned to walk when I went back that time.

When I leave, the little guy can only stand and dare not go alone.

But that time, when I went back, the little guy stood under the jujube tree at home and saw me at home. I actually staggered a few steps with my little hand.

Then, throw yourself into my arms.

The joy at that time was beyond words.

After 26 years, I returned to my hometown town from my distant hometown.

I see my granddaughter Zhang Changxi is one year old, and she needs someone to lead her to walk.

A few days later, when I went to see the baby again, she was able to walk a few steps by herself, and then she jumped into my arms.

Looking at her little granddaughter who can only walk in her arms reminds her of her father's staggered walk 26 years ago.

But now, my son has become a man more than one meter tall.

That year's "river-digging project" came to an end.

Later, we watched other brigade members "camp overnight" and we packed our bags together.

I put everything on the tractor overnight and ran back quietly.

The uncles who have been digging rivers all the year round said, "This kind of river digging project is not too big, and there is still water in the river. Many times, it is impossible to call it a day according to the routine project. In the end, it all went away. Those who run back will not shout back to rework; But if you don't run honestly, you still have to wait until the end of the construction period to come back. "

In the last year of river digging, the first generation of handwritten ID cards has been popularized all over the country.

When I got my ID card, I saw that the age on it was two years older than the actual age. My sister is also two years older. I don't know which careless statistician counted it.

At that time, I also wanted to go to the village to talk about it and modify my age.

An old man saw it and said, "Hey, you are so stupid!" " If you are two years older on your ID card, you won't dig a river two years ahead of schedule! How much less effort it takes to dig a river in two years! "

At that time, I thought grandpa's words were really reasonable.

I'm already scared to think that I've only been digging a river for two years. If we can dig rivers for two years less in this life, it's really cost-effective.

So, I came back with my ID card.

However, a few years later, the history of manual river-lifting was completely over, and it was completely replaced by mechanized river-lifting.

The excavator squats on the river slope, and its "long arm" swings into the bottom of the river, so it can dig a shovel of silt vigorously. As soon as the long arm was thrown, several faces of silt were thrown to the river bank.

With this shovel, we can catch up with the labors who have been working for half a day.

In this scene, the men who participated in the river crossing at that time were dumbfounded.

And digging a river with an excavator is called thoroughness.

When a shovel is dug down, the silt and accumulated water in the river can be thrown out of the river banks and banks. The bottom of the river is clean and tidy, as neat as a knife.

It's not like when we try to fool a shovel and never move more.

When I told the children about digging a river again, many children twisted their necks: "Hey! When did it happen? I still brought ... "

Since then, the picture of thousands of people crowded into a river for construction has never appeared again.

The negatives of those pictures can only be found in the depths of memory.

In fact, I also understand that wait-and-see is an ability; Let nature take its course is a kind of happiness.

Nowadays, there is no concept of "digging rivers and digging ditches" in children's minds. For them, this is great happiness.

For a thousand-year-old child, only making money can cure all emotions. ...