Qian Er's consciousness fluctuated again, as if he was working hard, trying to climb a black mountain.

The majestic Changbai Mountains, lofty mountains, layers upon layers, mountain waves and peaks, clouds and mist linger. Motianling, the highest mountain in a radius of 100 miles, stands like a giant among the mountains.

On the Sky Ridge, there stands a watchtower made of steel and iron that rises from the ground.

On the iron tower, a father and son climbed high and looked into the distance.

The mountain wind was cold, and his father Qian Hua took off his cotton jacket and draped it on the body of his eight-year-old son Qian Duoduo. The little guy jumped and jumped excitedly on the iron plate, looking around, pointing and pointing, and from time to time carrying his face that was frozen like a red apple, and kept asking this and that.

"Dad, why is this watchtower built on such a high mountain?"

"Because Motianling is the highest mountain here, climb high and look far away, you can see a long distance from here, in the past this is a signal tower to fight Japanese devils, and when you find that the little devils are coming, you will put down the branches tied to the spire. Now, it's an observation tower for forest protection and fire prevention. When he found a place in the mountains and forests that was on fire, he shook the telephone and told the people in the village to put out the fire. ”

"Dad, I know that this tower was built to protect the village and the forest. ”

"Yes, Duoduo has grown up, and he has to protect the village, the forest, and the country. The father touched his son's head and remembered those eventful years.

"Dad, I still have to protect this earth, if aliens invade the earth, I will beat him away. Qian Duoduo clenched his little fist and looked at his father with his immature little head and said.

"Well, Duoduo should practice his skills well and protect the earth when he grows up. ”

"I don't know if I still have to protect the universe," Qian Duoduo added, shaking his head and muttering in a low voice.

"Dad, Dad, you see it's our village, it's so small, it seems?"

"Like what," said the father, looking lovingly at his son.

"It's like a flat boat in the sea. ”

The father smiled, "Have you ever seen the sea?"

The son said, "The book says that the sea is so big, it is formed by the convergence of countless rivers. Dad, how far do you think the river here flows to the sea?"

"I don't know the exact number of kilometers, but I know that you have to go through the mountains, you have to go through the plains, you have to go through the small mountain villages, you have to go through the big cities, you have to go through a long, long distance," the father said. Along the way, you have to go through many, many hardships and obstacles to get there. ”

The son said, "Dad, when I grow up, I must go and see the sea." ”

"Okay, you don't have to go again when you grow up, next year is the summer vacation, and Dad will definitely take Duoduo to see the sea." ”

"Yes, yes, look at the sea. Qian Duoduo jumped up happily, "Talking counts, dad will pull the hook: pull the hook, hang yourself, and it will not change for a hundred years." ”

The father nodded and said, "Son, I promised you to go to see the sea, can you recite a few poems about climbing to me?"

Qian Duoduo raised his neck and said proudly: "This is not difficult for me, my sister has taught me many poems." ”

Qian Duoduo thought about it, followed the example of an adult, and coughed a few times, "cough cough cough - cough cough," and said with a serious back hand: "Dad, you listen well." ”

"The first poem: "Wangyue", Tang Du Fu, how is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qing is not finished, the creation of Zhong Shenxiu, Yin and Yang cut the dawn. Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. ”

There is also a second song is Wang Zhilian's "Climbing the Stork's Tower", Climbing the Stork's Tower, Tang Wang Zhilian. At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to be poor, go to the next level. ”

"Dad, I remembered another song, "Ascending the Flying Peak", Song Wang Anshi. Fly to the mountain to find the tower, and hear that the rooster cries to see the sunrise. is not afraid of clouds to cover his eyes, and he is at the top by chance. ”

The poems are well memorized, so do you know their meanings? Qian Hua lowered his body and asked his son.

Of course I do. The first poem, "Wangyue", the front is written about the scenery, the back sentence, will be the top of the mountain, a glance at the mountains lowercase is bound to climb the peak of Mount Tai, overlooking the mountains, pride and ambition, expressing the author's feelings. The second poem, "Climbing the Stork's Tower", mainly describes the poet's extraordinary ambition in ascending to the heights and looking into the distance, reflecting the positive and enterprising spirit of the people. The third poem "Ascending Feilai Peak" means that I heard that on the extremely high tower of Feilai Peak, you can see the rising sun when the rooster crows. I'm not afraid that the clouds will obscure my vision, just because I'm at the top now. It expresses that the author has climbed high and far-sighted, broad-minded, and today my father and I climbed high and looked far on this skyscraper, and I feel that my mood has also increased a lot.

Qian Duoduo put his hands behind his back and explained sentence by sentence like a little adult, although he didn't understand so many big truths, but he also had a clear eye.

"Duoduo expressed it too well, and Duoduo will definitely be a broad-minded man in the future." Qian Hua looked at his son with relief, bent down, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

The Changbai Mountains in early autumn are rendered in five colors, and the mountains are stacked and green. The hazy distant mountains, the jungle is like the sea, the waves are rolling, as if shrouded in a layer of mist, the shadows are sufficient, in the misty clouds and smoke, only reckless, reckless. It was like a few rough strokes of thick ink, smeared heavily on the blue sky.

The father and son on the Sky Ridge are as small as a leaf in the autumn jungle.

The following year, Qian Hua did not have time to take his son to see the sea, and died in a battle to fight a forest fire in early spring.

It was one night, Qian Er dreamed of a fire, which ignited the withered yellow leaves on the ground, and the jumping flames spread, and climbed to a birch tree, crackling and noisy, scrambling upwards, one tree, two trees, three trees. Ah, fire, fire, fire, Daddy, the forest is on fire!

In the early autumn of the following year, Qian Duoduo, a second-grade elementary school student, took a copy of "Xinhua Dictionary", climbed to the skyscraper, and finished writing the proposition essay "My Hometown".

I love my hometown.

My hometown, like a bright pearl, is embedded in the majestic Changbai Mountain Range. Skyling, a mountain like a giant, guards its hometown with the men of the village. There is a small stream in front of the village, which flows through with mischievous waves, and it is to rush over and run to the sea with the big river. You don't see it, the water of Songjiang comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. The legendary Songhua River has written a mythical story, sometimes the waves are surging, sometimes the blue waves are rippling, rushing endlessly, wandering in the lofty mountains.

......

My father, the man who was as majestic as the Sky Ridge, missed his appointment for the first and last time, and instead of taking me to see the sea, he left in a battle to fight a forest fire, and I promised him to protect my hometown.

......

At the age of eighteen, Qian Er put on a green military uniform, put on a big red flower, saluted on his back, and bid farewell to the villagers who were sent to the entrance of the village under his mother's instructions. Qian Er saw his uncle in the crowd, leaning on crutches, leaning under the big elm tree at the entrance of the village, with half a cigarette in his mouth, seeing Qian Er looking back at himself, waving his hand and saying, Go, go, go!

Walked to the intersection of the road leading to Motianling, Qian Er thought for a while, turned around and turned in.

On the Sky Ridge, the watchtower is rusty.

Qian Er rolled up his sleeves and climbed to the top of the tower with a sigh.

Looking at the distant mountains, the green mountains are still the same, and the people have gone west.

Qian Er put his hands to his mouth and shouted: Dad, I'm a soldier, I'm leaving. The valley reverberated with overlapping sounds, reverberating layer by layer like a big bell, and it lasted for a long time.

Dad, I'm a soldier, I'm leaving!

I'm leaving~ I'm leaving!

I'll be back to see you!

Come back and see you~ Look at yours!

I will protect my hometown, don't worry!

You can rest assured~ rest assured!

The son has grown up!

It's grown up~ It's grown up!

At this moment, Qian Er suddenly felt that his father had never left, and his father's body had merged into the mountain. Qian Er experienced the feeling of his father, his heart and lungs resonated with the mountain, his emotions and soul stirred in the valley, he was the mountain, and the mountain was his father.