Go to see the windmill and talk about it.

I have a wild child's heart and always like to wander around.

When I was in primary school, I liked to walk in the fields of Shan Ye.

When I was in junior high school, I liked wandering in the street.

When I was in high school, I liked hanging out on the school playground.

When I was in college, I liked to linger on love in books.

I like to visit some interesting places after work.

Not all other places are suitable for hanging out. Famous scenic spots are suitable for tourism, exquisite resorts are suitable for leisure, high-rise buildings are suitable for addiction, and pavilions are suitable for addiction.

None of these places is suitable for wandering around.

A place suitable for wandering must have stories, feelings, charm, fun and freedom of mind and body.

Xuwen county, the southernmost tip of Chinese mainland, is such a place worth visiting.

Zero introduction-the fate of life

In the summer of 2000, I just graduated from normal school and came to a corner of xuwen county to be a people's teacher. I stayed for four years. Then, the reality of life and distant dreams made me bid farewell to this hot land.

During the summer vacation of 20 14, after the huge typhoon, we stayed in Xuwen, Hainan for a day to visit road trip.

That kind of mess is still imprinted in my mind, which is unforgettable.

After a lapse of three years, in the summer vacation center of 20 17, we once again set foot on Xuwen's red land.

All the way south, once again set foot on the red land.

On the evening of July 20th, I was already in my hometown, chatting with my old friend Pang Wechat, from Xuwen Nanhua Farm. I said, I'm going to marry the Tong family tomorrow. Are you scared?

Pang is not only not "afraid", but also full of joy. In fact, just after the summer vacation, she invited us to play.

My old friend came at a convenient time.

2 1 afternoon, after running for more than two hours, I drove to Suixi, made a slight left turn on the expressway and went straight south.

Shenyang-haikou expressway Xu Zhan section is gentle and elegant, just like a ribbon embedded in a green carpet. There were few cars along the way, and it was calm. The breeze on the left is blowing, and the sunset on the right is all over the sky. Sitting in the cab, as if his right foot hadn't stepped on it. Inadvertently, the speed of the dial slipped to 140Km, and the artistic conception of "spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease" was very pleasant.

On both sides along the way, pieces of sugar cane and bananas passed by, and trees and neem trees quickly moved backwards. Signs with familiar place names such as Cheng Yue, Kelu, Urumqi, Longmen and Yingli flashed through their eyes.

Green country roads are waiting for us, and hospitable old friends are waiting for us.

My heart is surging, and I am jumping forward.

Near 19, two white words appeared on the blue sign on the right: Xia Qiao.

Excited! The wife and children in the back seat of the car are also laughing.

Leave the highway, turn left and enter the ramp. 207 national highway will take us through Xia Qiao Town.

South China is near!

From Xia Qiao Town to Nanhua Farm, you have to take a winding county road like a narrow intestine. I was driving and walking briskly in the red light of the sunset glow. Green sugarcane fields, green rubber forests and blue pineapple rows are still so eye-catching, so familiar and so charming.

When I drove to the edge of a company, I found through the window that the golden sunset in the left rear was in harmony with the green vegetation, like a huge oil painting standing in front of me. I couldn't help but stop and take some photos with my mobile phone to feed my eyes.

When we came to the field next to Ah Pang's house, the sunset was still shining golden on the western skyline.

As soon as I got off the bus, I apologized and said, "I'm late."

Pang smiled and said angrily, "It's good to be here. I thought you stood me up. "

No sooner had I packed my luggage than a delicious seafood dinner was set on the table.

We are together again!

Eat, chat, be free and have fun!

Ernanhua, a place full of dreams.

Visit the old place again and meet old friends again. Excited, as if doping in the blood.

Following the pulse of chatting, my memory has regressed for seventeen years and returned to the summer of 2000.

That year, we just graduated from college. For love, we decided to stay in Xuwen, a fiery red land. I am in Warrior, and she is in South China. A year later, she became my wife; A year later, I applied to be transferred to South China and finally got together.

Our arrival surprised the farm school. Some people admire it, others doubt it.

Our love became the story of our alma mater's younger brothers and sisters. Some people sigh, some people wonder.

However, no matter what the outside world is like, we still have experienced ups and downs.

In the past, everything will be a story!

Chatting at the dinner table, I occasionally mentioned my old colleague A Qiang in Nanhua Middle School. Pang said that he was married, had children and moved to a new home. He suggested that he go and talk.

This is exactly what I want. We are also looking forward to it.

After dinner, we didn't feel tired after running for a long time. Dabao and his sister are studying painting in the room, and Pang is walking with us. Putting on sports shoes and pushing a stroller, we walked in the familiar and unfamiliar streets against the evening breeze, chatting while walking, and walked in the direction of A Qiang's house.

Yes, because we have worked and lived here for four years and traveled all over the streets (in fact, there are not many streets, haha).

Strange, because many changes have taken place here in the past thirteen years. The original old building was demolished and a new house was built; Rows of villas have been built in the original sugarcane fields; The original middle school has been renovated, and the original police station belongs to the local government (no longer belongs to the agricultural reclamation system).

Unconsciously, we came to the gate of the middle school. I saw a brand-new teacher downstairs, brightly lit, with a soft voice, sitting or standing, enjoying the cool breeze on this summer night.

The eagle-eyed wife immediately recognized A Qiang's parents. They are playing poker with a group of friends. A Qiang smiled under the small tree.

"Mr Xian and Mr Li are back."

13 years later, they still recognize us and are deeply moved. A Qiang is still so gentle and thin, with strong parents and elegant manners, and her appearance hasn't changed much.

After a while, Director Qin passed by with a basketball and was surprised to see us.

A group of friends sat down to chat with other colleagues about the recent situation and the past year.

It's quiet around. Although there is no moonlight in the sky, it's just as sultry.

Time flies, some things will change, but some things will never change.

Three wind farms-windmill world in the countryside

I fell asleep and woke up at 7 o'clock the next day.

I boarded the platform on the third floor, looking at the prospect in the morning breeze, and I was full of thoughts.

In silence, I remembered the asphalt road between the Warriors and South China.

On that road, I walked in the sun, in the wind and rain, in the morning light and in the night.

That road witnessed my footsteps, my thoughts, my reluctance and my haste.

That road has been printed on my mind map and will never be erased.

At noon on July 22, a student from Pang's normal college and a group of four people also drove to South China. At Pang's home, we had a big lunch together.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, all of us will go to see windmills, large power generation windmills on red soil.

I remember that the strong typhoon Wilson swept through Xuwen in the summer vacation of 20 14 and blew down many newly assembled windmills. At that time, we stayed in Xuwen for a day, and Pang took time to take us to Warrior Wind Farm (the electric field where windmills were first installed). The car went straight along the winding cement road in the field, and some of the big windmills on both sides and in the distance were beheaded, some of the leaves fell off, and some of the roots were twisted and messy. Being in it, there is a sense of vicissitudes of entering Yuanmingyuan, and I can't bear to see more.

Now, the fallen windmill has stood up tenaciously, and more and more beautiful windmills are dotted in this boundless countryside.

A group of nine people, driving three cars, set off from South China Field, along the winding cement road, turned to the wind farm through Warrior Field, and met the sea breeze blowing from the south.

Warrior Wind Farm is the first wind farm project in a nearby farm, which is built on the undulating countryside.

We turned to a fork in the road with a steep slope and stopped beside a huge windmill. We got out of the car with a smile and greedily enjoyed the surrounding scenery. Overlooking, pineapple slices are continuous and windmills stand tall; Close up, pineapple is sweet, windmill hunting.

Fat classmates lined up in a row, and I helped take pictures as a souvenir. Our family of four also left a sweet image beside the pineapple field under this magnificent windmill.

People often refer to the Netherlands in the westerly belt as "the country of windmills". By the end of18th century, there were 12000 windmills in the Netherlands, each with 6000 horsepower. People use the kinetic energy generated by these windmills to grind grain, coarse salt, tobacco leaves, press oil, roll woolen cloth, felt, make paper and drain stagnant water in swamps. Since the 20th century, due to the development of steam engines, internal combustion engines and turbines, the ancient windmills that rely on wind power generation were once bleak and almost forgotten. However, because the windmill uses natural wind power, it is clean and pollution-free, so it is not only used by the Dutch people, but also a new energy source today. At present, there are about 2,000 windmills of various types left in Holland. Dutch people love their windmills very much, regard them as national symbols, and often praise windmills in folk songs and proverbs.

The windmill on Xu Wenhong's land does not convert wind energy into kinetic energy, which is directly used to process crops. Instead, it makes full use of the sea breeze blowing from the South China Sea and Beibu Gulf to convert wind energy into electric energy, which is stored and incorporated into the power grid for the benefit of the broad masses of people, enterprises and institutions. At the same time, the vast Yuan Ye, dotted with windmills, has become a beautiful landscape at the southernmost tip of Chinese mainland, attracting many tourists every year. We are one of them, haha.

After taking photos, I went back to the car, moved on, and headed for the next destination-Pineapple Sea.

to be continued

Please pay attention to the next part: (2) The ocean of pineapples.