Exploring the Red Uprising Road and opening a new chapter in the old district

The sunshine in May was warm and genial. A group of 21 of us met to explore the red road in the old revolutionary area of ????Tingpang.

On May 26, 1928, the first red political power in Zhejiang Province was established in Tingpang Town. From then on, "the first red flag in Zhejiang flew" in the land of eastern Zhejiang.

Red culture is the strongest cultural imprint of Tingpang Town, but it has not formed widespread awareness in the minds of consumers. In order to increase visibility, the villagers took advantage of the source of red culture and spontaneously opened up a new red journey. line, allowing us to more intuitively feel the revolutionary atmosphere of that year.

We are the first private donkey team to come here, and Captain Baodao said he is deeply honored. At this time, a woman came over and distributed "trekking poles" to us who were bare-handed. Baodao told everyone that this was the female officer of the village, and she would lead us on the red journey this time. We all exclaimed: "Wow, such a young female cadre is so capable!"

The female cadre smiled heartily: "She is not young anymore, my daughter is already twenty years old."

"I thought you were only in your thirties!" Amidst the constant joking, everyone eliminated the sense of strangeness and became unrestrained.

We started from Danqiu Temple and headed deep into the mountains.

I followed closely behind the female officer. She was carrying a travel bag and holding a bag in her hand, which contained slogans and street signs. She was leading the way while working, and her face was tightly wrapped with a silk scarf. Yes, she told me that she had been busy in the mountains for more than half a month and the sun was too strong. She was almost tanned and looked more than ten years older.

When I paid tribute to her, she waved her hand and said: "We have a team. Under the leadership of Secretary Shan Genshao, the two village committees and villagers actively participated. Everyone has a clear division of labor. I just grind. All the hard work is done by the villagers. The government did not allocate funds for this donkey line. We built it voluntarily. The villagers worked hard every day regardless of compensation. Look, the road sign in my bag. I asked my classmates for the plastic board, and team leader Ren spent his evening typing and spray-painting it. Each street sign costs 10 yuan, and the advertising company charges 30 yuan for one!"

Travel to Lingfeng! Mountains, looking around, you can see blue sky, white clouds, and lush vegetation. The female clerk said that if you come in April, the azaleas on the slopes here will be in full bloom, and they will be so prosperous that they don’t know how to stop.

Listening to her words, I seemed to see azalea burning like a torch, burning in the deep forest, burning on the path where the rebels passed, and burning in the footsteps of those who were full of passion because of the revolution. ...

I couldn't help but hum softly: Why is the battle flag so beautiful, and the heroes' blood donation dyes it red? Why is spring always present on the earth, and the heroes' lives bloom with flowers... The green hills are sprinkled with the blood of heroes , makes every spring red, this red color makes people's blood boiling and their morale high.

When we arrived at the Lion Peak, we were already sweating. The captain asked everyone to take a rest and enjoy the scenery beside the pavilion. The beautiful new rural area is surrounded by mountains. In the past, traffic was blocked and the economy was backward. Now it is a prosperous scene.

The female officer described to us a blueprint for the future: build a viewing platform here, build a plank road below, and build a pavilion over there... This mountain is like a cornucopia, with a blueberry base and a mulberry base. Yangmeilin, even the ubiquitous black rice leaves, made into black rice mochi, are a rare delicacy. Pick a piece and put it into your mouth, chew it carefully, it's sour, it can produce fluid and quench your thirst!

There is nothing special about the plants and trees here, but because it is the land of my hometown, every branch and leaf is full of old feelings, and the fragrance every year is intoxicating.

Looking far into the distance, I can feel the mountains and forests flowing and rejoicing. This sleeping lion wakes up and is about to run!

In ancient times, there was Yu Old Man who moved mountains, but now there are villagers digging rivers and digging roads. To learn from Yu Old Man is to learn from his spirit of "digging mountains by one's own efforts". The essence of Yu Old Man's spirit of moving mountains is faith, belief and hard work. The people in the old revolutionary base areas are vividly aware of this. perfectly interprets this spirit.

The female officer pointed at the man who was digging in the river and said: "This is my husband. He gets up early every day and is more active than me. I owe my work to his support!" They stood together and talked. A few words, ordinary and simple, the sun shines on them through the bamboo forest, the whole picture is so moving in my eyes.

The female officer greeted the villagers along the way, saying "Thank you for your hard work!" She repeatedly told us that she was just talking. I said: "This commander is very important. If you have no authority and give random orders everywhere, who will listen to you?"

The villagers nearby echoed: "Yes, the leader commanded well, we "On the way down the mountain, we got into a young man's car. The female clerk said: "This is the director of our village supervisory committee. He is responsible for transportation. This car belongs to him. I feel bad for working as a tractor. In order for the villagers to live a good life, everyone contributed everything they could." She pointed to the bayberry trees on both sides and said, "When the time comes, eat bayberries." If you come here again, you can eat them for free. Our bayberries are not treated with any medicine.

After more than three hours of climbing over mountains and ridges, we arrived at the final destination, Shangenshao Village. The bright red couplets on both sides of the entrance were particularly eye-catching: Take the Uprising Road next to Tingbang again, and start a new chapter in the revitalization of the old district. Through this donkey walk, I can't help but pay tribute to the martyrs in my heart again, thank them for using their lives and blood to buy our happy life today!

What’s even more gratifying is that I saw the demeanor of rural leaders and young pioneers, which overturned my previous stereotype of village cadres. For those of us who grew up in mountain villages, such donkey lines are very common in our hometown, but because of their dedication and hard work, we can see another kind of beauty beyond the ordinary scenery.

I saw these white wild flowers in the mountains, floating among the green bushes. They are not carved but have tenacious vitality. They are not charming or ostentatious, but bloom simply and enthusiastically. For this Adding beauty to the world, isn’t this a reflection of these people who silently devote all their wisdom and strength?

I wish the Red Road will be repaired and completed soon, and I believe that the future of the old revolutionary base will be better and better!