(xxvii)

The whole bag walks through time and space, crying sadness, complicated and simple

Ling Feng returned home full of hope and told his parents that he wanted to go to Qiqihar with his classmates, but his mother objected, on the grounds that they were all old enough to get married, and their main task was to find a partner, get married, and have children, rather than to go to work, and he was still a temporary worker.

Ling Feng knew his mother's thoughts, because he was afraid that his son would not eat well when he went out alone, would not be able to dress warmly, and would be bullied again.

Ling Feng patiently laid out the facts and reasoned with his mother one question at a time, and finally promised to only go out for this year, and he would definitely go home for the New Year. The mother knew her son's psychology and her son's situation, and she was afraid of hurting her son's heart if she didn't let her son go, so she reluctantly agreed.

With his mother's consent, Ling Feng was extremely happy. Early the next morning, the first thing Ling Feng did when he arrived at the unit was to inform Honghao of agreeing to go to Qiqihar. And Honghao took advantage of his work to call his cousin to finalize the matter, and then notified Ling Feng. Ling Feng received Honghao's notice and immediately took action, wrote a letter of resignation, ran to the personnel department, and after everything was done, Ling Feng began to pack up his belongings, and he was a little reluctant to pack up.

Ling Feng walked out of the hot repair class and first glanced into the rest room of the fire control class, the large iron table covered with discarded belts looked so kind at this time. Ling Feng walked down the stairs to the basement, stopping to watch the sweaty firefighters work, holding a blowtorch to burn the nozzle to remove the tar, isn't it the same as last year? The poems, as well as the words "The Pursuit of the Eight Masters of Tempering Fire", are reflecting the self who has just entered the tempering class. Ling Feng touched the words that were still bright red, and his heart once again appeared when he raised his pen and waved it.

Ling Feng walked through the basement and came to the exchange room, where he remembered the hard work day and night, and the five years of work were still rewarding in addition to money and love.

Walking out of the exchange room and coming to the outside of the coke oven, Ling Feng stared at the four-story dark green gas cabinet that was basically raised in the storage and distribution station for a long time. It was a place that Ling Feng had always wanted to go up but never dared to go up, and he must fulfill his wish today.

As soon as Ling Feng entered the gate of the storage and distribution station, he happened to meet Yulin, who had just come out of the office building.

"Brother Feng, why are you so leisurely today. Yulin said hello first.

"I'm going up there. Ling Feng pointed to the gas cabinet.

"Coincidentally, I was just about to go up to inspect the water seal, together. Yu Lin said and walked up to Ling Feng.

Yu Lin took the lead, and after Ling Feng Palace, he climbed to the gas cabinet step by step. The bottom diameter of the gas cabinet of the storage and distribution station is more than 40 meters, and the first layer is as high as 15 meters, which is also the highest height that Ling Feng has ever climbed. But this time, with Yulin's encouragement and encouragement in his heart, Ling Feng finally climbed to the top of the gas cabinet.

Standing at the highest point of the gas cabinet, Ling Feng had a bird's-eye view of the whole factory, and a sense of pride rose from his heart, as if he had stood at the highest peak of his life.

When he walked down from the gas cabinet, Ling Feng's mood was not good again, and the five years of life and tribulations flashed in front of him like a movie. Walking to the ground, Ling Feng took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which was densely filled with words, which was Ling Feng's thoughts when he was working the night shift in the exchange room, and it was also Ling Feng's torture of his soul. In the face of youth, Ling Feng has no regrets, and the sweat can be regarded as a contribution to the construction of his hometown. Faced with his dream, Ling Feng was very confused, what should his hometown look like in his dream?

The hometown of dreams

I'm a little drop of water that loves to travel

I was born in Yangcaogou, Mudanjiang City

It's a desolate place, but it's a beautiful place

I love my hometown where I spent a happy childhood

When someone settled in the ditch, I decided to go on a trip

I walked along the creek through the ravines and bumps

The grass and wildflowers are in the middle of the road to bid me farewell

Fawns and hares jumped and waved at me

All the way to the east, I merged into the clear Mudanjiang River

I'm about to go far I looked back with joy

The green mountains of my hometown, the clear water of my hometown, and the blue sky above my hometown

It's so beautiful

A few years after I left home, I was amazed when I first went back to my hometown

The people who settled in the ditch developed into a village

Chickens crow, dogs bark, and smoke fills the air

In the middle of the ravine, a bluestone dam connects the peaks

The ash storage site is also sparkling like a lake

On the mountain peak near the mouth of the ditch, the black line pulled by the iron tower

Like a sharp sword, it cut through the blue sky

After visiting the idyllic scenery of my hometown, I went out of the house again

I followed the river that had been carried back all the way east

The ditches and bumps along the way were covered with ash stains

The grass and wildflowers waved at me from afar

The fawn, the hare, was gone

In the sigh, the somewhat turbid water of the Mudanjiang River accepted me

It's time to go, I looked back again with affection

Ah, artificially carved landscapes

It has a different kind of poetry and painting

Ten years ago, when I went back to my hometown for the second time, I was disappointed

The ash storage pond barred by the stone dam also has no beauty on the surface of the lake

Cracked fly ash spoils the continuous green

The submerged mountains and rivers are like sores that gouge out people's eyes

During the monsoon season, it is dusty

I am gone, the green mountains are gone, the clear water is gone, and the blue sky in my heart is gone

There is no stopping at all, and I am in a hurry to embark on a long journey

After crossing the stone dam, I found it unexpectedly

The passage of the water is so straight and regular

Looking sideways, the doubts were dispelled

It turned out that there was already a factory at Mizokou that had not yet been put into production

There's no time to think, just a rush to browse

Fly ash enveloped me

All the way east to the dusk Mudanjiang River

It's going to be separated again I looked back with great affection

Beautiful office buildings, tall factories, vertical and horizontal pipes

and the bare yellow sand and rocky mountains left over from the opening of the mountains

I don't recognize my hometown

Today, homesickness pushes me to despair when I return to my hometown

The dams have increased a lot, the ash ponds have become much larger, and the greenness has decreased a lot

If the original stone dam is still a landscape

Today's stone dam has lost its former grandeur

Why are the trucks busy in the ash pool?

Why is a truckload of fly ash unloaded on the stone dam?

Fly ash covers the stone dam thickly

It seems that the dam has been strengthened, but how can it withstand the baptism of heavy rain

The destruction of the ash field has been shocking

The hazards of factories are heartbreaking

It was originally a factory built to improve the urban environment

But it is doubling down on the environment

Wastewater, exhaust gases, and waste are discharged endlessly

The green space was blackened, the blue sky was yellowed, and my homesickness became hazy and obscure

In the face of the crying hometown, there is nothing I can do

The only way to escape is to ride the black water

Sorrow and tears accompanied me all the way east

Mudanjiang in a black dress Why are you sighing

Is it a pity for the lost beautiful gauze skirt?

Silently set off, not having the courage to look back again

Close my eyes and let me walk in with you again

The green hills of my hometown, the clear water of my hometown, and the beautiful sky above my hometown

Tomorrow where I will go to spend my old age

Where will there be the green mountains of the hometown, the clear water of the hometown, and the blue sky of the hometown

Never again

The tranquility of hometown, the beauty of hometown, can only be in dreams

Because of the years of wandering, I have already made it clear

The landscape elsewhere is changing just like home