A dilapidated bus van stopped at the intersection not far from the gate of the Qiaotoupu Township Government, spit out a few gray-faced men and women, and ate a few equally dust-faced women and men, and lifted the dust away as if it were dust. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Cui Dalin got off the high-speed train from Beijing West Railway Station to the provincial capital, and got on the bus from the provincial capital to the county seat without having lunch. The autumn tiger in the Central Plains is indeed very powerful, the bus van has no air conditioning, the passengers on the bus are sweating, and a few passengers open the windows to enjoy the coolness, so that Cui Dalin and everyone have a feast of floating soil and dust on the hometown road.

The trolley box couldn't walk on the dirt road in the countryside, so Cui Dalin had to carry it and strode home, hoping to see his grandfather for the last time.

It is only three miles away from the township government to Yanhe Village, first go east, then turn north, and walk for more than 20 minutes to get home.

In order to get home as soon as possible, Cui Dalin chose to walk diagonally along the embankment of the Qingliang River in a straight line. There is a pedestrian path that Cui Dalin used to be very familiar with on the embankment, and this pedestrian path has his lost footprints and his cherished memories.

In the past, the cool river, the river water is crystal clear, the fish and shrimp are vivid, when the weather is warm, the willow line on the bank hangs low, fluttering with the wind, like a girl's hair; When the weather is cold, the river is covered with snow and ice, and it is covered in silver, like a fairy tale world. Qingliang River is a flowing painting, and Qingliang River is a song without rhyme. The flowing water of the Qingliang River took away the childhood years of Cui Dalin and his friends, and also provided them with rich nutrition, allowing them to grow up day by day.

Now the cool river, the river water is black and stinky, whimpering, most of the trees on the bank have entered the stove, and they have long been wiped out, and the branches of a lonely willow tree have begun to dry up, and the yellow leaves that fall with the wind before the season are obituaries for people. There are also a few dried cattail zombies standing on the riverbed, and when you see them, you can recall the scene of plant growth in this place. Fish and shrimp have long been extinct, and the white foaming sewage can occasionally be seen in the figure, and the Qingliang River has been reduced to a mosquito kindergarten.

Qinglianghe left Cui Dalin with too many good memories, which made him haunted by dreams for many years and unforgettable. When he was tired of playing or tired from work, he and his friends cleared a piece of grass to make a bed on the slope of the river beach, tore off a cloud as a quilt, and closed his eyes to take a nap under the caress of the sun, and could even hear the heartbeat of Mother Earth. Don't they know that we live in a "single-parent family", and it is impossible for Mother Earth to give birth to a few earth brothers or earth sisters for us, abusing our mothers, that is, destroying our own homes for survival.

When he was studying in college, Cui Dalin was an environmental protection volunteer, he had been to many places to promote the significance of environmental protection, and also participated in a lot of environmental protection activities, and for the environmental protection of his hometown, he felt very sad, people often say, one side of the water and soil to raise one side of the people, one side of the people should also protect one side of the water and soil. One summer vacation, he went to the relevant leaders of the county government and the county environmental protection bureau, and on behalf of the old folks in his hometown, he argued with reason and demanded the closure of several small factories in the upper reaches of the Qingliang River. The relevant leaders of the county disdained the behavior of a college student and had no scruples in dousing his enthusiasm with a scoop of cold water that "the development of the local economy will have to pay the necessary price."

In recent years, the central and local governments have been very close to environmental governance, Cui Dalin does not know why his hometown has been slow to act on this issue, this time he has been home for a relatively short time, and it may be too late to report the problem of river water pollution to the county, and he will have to run for this matter in the future.

The crops on both sides of the Qingliang River are flourishing, the millet, soybeans, and corn are growing upwards like a race, and the strings have been adjusted on the earth in autumn, ready to play the music of the harvest, and the autumn has also prepared rich gifts for the farmers, ready to comfort them for the hardships of the year.

Cui Dalin's heart felt a little comforted.

He himself has also worked on this yellow earth for a long time, during the busy farming season, the children in the city can write homework and play games after school, go to the park to go shopping, and the children in the countryside after school, throw down their schoolbags and run to the field, help the adults, enjoy the sunbath while working, rinse the sweat shower while working, and sow faint hope in every foot socket. Crops are now much stronger than in the past, chemical fertilizers are helping people achieve their dreams of abundant yields, there are far fewer weeds in the fields than in the past, and herbicides have helped people to reduce manual labor.

A few thatched trees with strong vitality on the side of the road poked their heads out of the ground, they also wanted to touch the warmth of the sun, and there were teardrops hanging on the tips of the tender green, which made Cui Dalin feel a little sympathy and cordiality.

In the past, when he came back from other places, Dalin would stand quietly by the cool river for a while every time, his heart was surging, his thoughts were thousands, and he remembered the past by hanging on the passing years, because this time he had an urgent matter to go home as soon as possible, and he had no thoughts about the past.

After walking briskly for about ten minutes, Cui Dalin saw the two vermilion painted doors of his house, and the big poplar tree at the door was still standing in the old place, waving branches and leaves to welcome him, and he involuntarily increased the frequency of his foot movement.

The peasants in the countryside, a family is an independent kingdom, monopolizing a piece of land and enjoying a single piece of sky, not at all like the people in the city, in the towering buildings made of steel and concrete, cut up and down vertically and horizontally into spaces of different sizes, and numbering each space, so that there are one home after another.

The yard of Cui Dalin's house is relatively large, but the house is dilapidated. One of the three halls lives in the east of the grandfather and his younger brother Erlin, the west one lives in the grandmother alone, the two east houses live in the father and mother, the west side of the yard is a kitchen on the north side, and the pigsty and toilet on the south side of the yard, which is also the yard for the family's miscellaneous items, and it is also the base camp for flies and mosquitoes. When the house is cooking, the smell of the kitchen is on par with the smell of the pigsty, and they compete for air supremacy on the top of the yard, but their victory or defeat is determined by the direction of the wind, the north wind makes you want to eat, and the south wind makes you want to vomit.

The walls of several houses had partially peeled off, revealing adobe walls, and a few dog-tailed grasses in the gray tiles of the roofs were like soldiers occupying the commanding heights of the enemy's positions, waving flag-like velvet tassels excitedly. Not a single tree was planted in the yard for the sake of drying, and a crooked-necked elm tree in the west neighborhood, despite the stench, poked its head over the earthen wall on the other side of the pigsty and peeked curiously in this direction.

Cui Dalin entered the courtyard, without the greetings and laughter of his family, Erlin heard movement in the courtyard, walked out of the house, took the suitcase in his brother's hand, and motioned with his hand to go to the east room of the hall to visit his grandfather first.

In the room where the grandfather lived, there were seven or eight people standing or sitting, and Cui Changxing, who was sitting at the head of the grandfather's bed, saw Dalin enter the house, and quickly stood up and gave up his place to the eldest son. Dalin saw his grandfather lying quietly on the wooden bed, shaped like a withered tree, and his breath was like a gossamer. The old man's life has come to an end, just like some games seen on TV, the referee is counting down with his arm raised: five, four, three, two------ he feels his throat tight, his eyes are astringent, he takes the old man's hand, and calls softly: "Grandpa, grandpa!" ”

The old man didn't react at all.

Cui Changxing pulled his eldest son aside and said to him softly: "Your grandfather is a matter of half a day, everything that should be prepared has been prepared, don't be too sad, people always have to leave when they live to a certain time, fortunately, the old man has not suffered much." Your grandmother's illness is getting worse and worse, and she's ------ these days."

Before Cui Changxing's words were finished, Cui Dalin heard his grandmother shouting weakly in the West House: "Changxing and his father, don't leave me alone, Changxing and his father ------"

Dalin hurriedly ran to his grandmother, took her hand and said, "Grandma, I'm Dalin, I'm coming back from Beijing to visit you!" (To be continued.) )