The Flower of Civilization in the Deep Mountains

Wang Gaoqin

"Smoke curled up from kitchen chimneys, a small village, a rut on the road." This is the most poetic lyric of the song "I and my motherland.

Born in the countryside and growing up in the countryside, I naturally know that the object of this lyrics is the countryside.

I love this song, especially the lyrics. Whenever I hear this, my mind always flashes back to the scene of my life in my hometown when I was a teenager: the sun is setting, sitting on a slow ox cart to drive home, the cart is loaded with the fruits of a hard afternoon's work. On the muddy mountain road, two ruts rolled out by the passing cattle cars curved into the distance. The old cow is very sensible and walks slowly. He can always make the wheels walk along the rut. I lie prone on the car and doze off. I don't have to worry about the car leaving the rut. Occasionally, I came across a stone and "thumped", which woke me up, but I saw that the village not far away was surrounded by smoke from cooking chimneys-I could immediately eat the simple and delicious food made by my mother, and the fatigue of the day was immediately eliminated.

The author of the lyrics of "I and my motherland" must have a deep life experience and write the rural life scene so accurately. In this ode to the flesh-and-blood connection between the motherland and the people, this lyric makes me, a rural person, feel particularly cordial.

Earth walls, mud roads, firewood stacks, kitchen smoke, farmers busy in the fields-when it comes to the countryside, these elements seem to be indispensable.

Public toilets, theaters, streetlights, gardens, cars coming and going on the streets-for a long time, it seemed that they were owned only by the city.

Recently, I went to Xiaoxinzhai Village in Wenliu Township to collect customs, but it gave me a new feeling about today's countryside.

The bus was traveling through the mountains, farther and farther away from the county. Leaving the provincial highway, the road leading to Wen Liu became a bullet stone pavement. There is still a long way to go from the township government to Xiaocinzhai Village. I thought to myself that it would be fine if it were all bullet stone roads. I don't know when, I was surprised to find that the bullet stone road turned into a concrete road, and people driving along the street kept driving by motorcycles and agricultural vehicles. Seen from the window, the winding concrete road is like a belt, flickering in the shade of the mountains. In the depths of this mountain, there is a concrete road leading to a natural village. Looking back on the mountain roads that I walked in the countryside a few years ago, I can't help but feel a lot of emotion.

The car is close to Xiaocinzhai Village, and the plots beside the road are all lined with stones. Wheat seedlings, broad bean seedlings, rape, cabbage, and green vegetables are covered with green clothes for those large and small plots, presenting a vibrant scene.

It was time to make lunch, but no smoke was seen rising. If you look at the row of high-voltage lines that come over the mountains, of course, you will understand the reason why the smoke is no longer around.

Get out of the car, yo, what a big field! Isn't this just a street garden? There are trees, flowers, stone tables and stools. A few old men were sitting at a stone table, enjoying the rare sunshine in winter. An old man in his eighties introduced us that the one sitting under the opposite wall was the oldest old man in the village, who was 92 years old. I saw the old man holding a crutch, half closed eyes, bathed in the sun, very comfortable appearance. Almost a century of life experience, time should leave a rich mark on the elderly! I immediately paid tribute, but still did not bother the old man, let him quietly enjoy the warm sunshine.

On one side of the street garden is a small-scale villagers' activity room. At the door, there are two monuments of merit, one new and one old, which record the history of people donating money and materials when they renovated the streets and built the roads of Xiaocinzhai village twice. I see a lot of familiar names on the tablet. Those who go out from this mountain village, Do not forget your initiative mind, are still contributing to the construction of their hometown. Many of them became cadres, living in the city, but the heart of their hometown. Looking at these familiar names, a lyric in "Fathers and Folks"-"The tree is thousands of feet high and you can't forget the root"-naturally came to my mind.

I heard that there was an ancient monument not far away. Under the leadership of a villager, another literary friend and I came to the village and saw a stone monument inlaid in the mountain by the side of the road. The erosion of wind, frost, snow and rain had made the stone monument patchwork away. Closer and closer observation, you can vaguely see the words "Twenty-Two Years of the Republic of China", and you can also see that the content recorded on the monument is the history of the villagers and squires donating money to build roads at that time. The three stone tablets separated by more than 80 years made me feel a kind of simple culture and the inheritance of virtues. It seemed that seeing the villagers' adherence to loyalty and righteousness, my heart was moved.

There are no tall buildings in the village. Almost all the walls of the house, new or old, are made of stone blocks. From a distance, it is coordinated and neat, but from a close look, the stones embedded in the cement are grotesque, paving a pleasing pattern. In the depths of this mountain, the most lacking is the stone. Therefore, the villagers use local materials to pass on this architectural feature that I don't know when it was invented to the present, which is strong and environmentally friendly, and also reduces construction costs. The colored steel tiles on the roof, the TV antenna facing the blue sky, the wires passing through the house and the meter box hanging on the stone wall add a strong modern flavor to these traditional buildings.

The playground, the flower table, the flagpole, and the "Distance Education" slogan looming on the walls tell us that this used to be a school. Now, it has become a place for villagers' activities, and the classroom in the middle has been transformed into a decent stage. The village team leader said that there are three literary and art teams in the village, which perform here in turn, adding rich and colorful cultural content to the lives of the villagers.

Walking into the alley and strolling in the village at will, there is no such thing as the dirty and messy appearance of ordinary rural areas. You can't see firewood stacks, pigsty, or garbage, giving people a refreshing feeling. Walking, a white public toilet appeared in front of us. Is this in the countryside? I'm in a trance. Only the chickens and ducks that run past from time to time, and the dogs that see strangers barking, remind me that this is indeed in the countryside.

A fellow writer went to a family on the roadside to ask about the way to Monkey Climbing Rock. A young woman just introduced us and sent us out for a while. Seeing that we were on the right path, she turned back safely. When I came back, I passed a family. The male host, whom I had never known before, invited us to sit at home with a smile. The enthusiastic actions of these ordinary villagers filled my heart with warmth; small details reflected the simple civilization of the small mountain village.

It is not far from the village to the monkey climbing rock scenic spot, but it is not easy to walk on a muddy mountain road with large and small stones scattered on the road. The person in charge of the village group who went with us introduced us to the construction process of this mountain road. He confidently hopes that with the further implementation of the party's policy of enriching the people and the strengthening and expanding of the Puzhehei scenic spot, this mountain road will become a magnanimous thoroughfare in the near future.

Appreciating the cliff and the beautiful scenery of Monkey Climbing Rock and the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, standing on the top of the Monkey Climbing Rock Canyon and looking out, the layers of mountains are surrounded by gray and white villages. A gust of mountain wind blowing, mountaineering fatigue disappeared. In my mind, I kept playing back what I saw and heard in Xiaocinzhai Village, and my thoughts were myriad. Although the small new village in the depths of the mountains has not yet completely emerged from poverty, the style it presents makes me feel the fruitful results of the construction of "two civilizations" here. The spacious street square, the clean street, the stage where the three art teams perform in turn, the whitewashed public toilets, the simple and enthusiastic villagers, and the concrete road leading to the mountain, let me, a rural person, feel Different countryside.

New era, new atmosphere, new style. The Party Central Committee with Comrade Xi Jinping at the core has led the whole party and the people of all ethnic groups across the country to make great strides towards a well-off society, and the "precise poverty alleviation" campaign is in full swing. Under the correct guidance of the thought of socialism with Chinese characteristics in the new era, the construction of a new countryside is speeding up and changing with each passing day. The future of Xiaoxin Village will be better. In the near future, the flowers of "two civilizations" will bloom in every corner of the mountain.

With such thoughts, I left the small Xinzhai village deep in the mountains.