Looking back on that visit now, I am particularly emotional, taking the high-speed train, from Nanchang to Hangzhou in four hours. At that time, I don't know how many times I changed the car, the train had to turn, the car had to turn, along the way through Shangrao, Hangzhou, Ningbo, all stayed for one night, spent a few days and nights on the train, I can't remember.

Huddled in the narrow space of the aisle, it seemed that it took two days to reach Shangrao, which might not take so long if it was at a normal speed, but the train often had to stop while it was moving, waiting for other trains to pass by.

This was a common phenomenon in railway transportation at that time, due to the small number of railways, most of which were formed into separate lines, and they had to wait for avoidance where there were at least two railways. In the late 90s, after graduating from the military academy, he was assigned to Zhangzhou, Fujian, and he still encountered such a problem when he went home to visit his relatives.

Social progress, national development, is now unimaginable. Not long after the turn of the century, Fujian such a famous deep mountain range, also opened up a number of railways, the train arrival time, from a few days all the way shortened, the fastest only a few hours.

The longest stay on the Yingtan train is about half a day. My father held me up and looked out the window at the largest railway transportation hub in the country, and there were countless railroads lined up, trains waiting to depart, some full of passengers like us, some cars full of coal or other goods, and some empty and empty, and there were many individual traction locomotives, some silent and some spewing smoke.

The eldest son of the eldest uncle seems to have retired from the army in this year, and the assigned work unit is at Yingtan Railway Station, the type of work is railway maintenance, holding a railway work card, and you can take the train for free wherever you go.

Whether he was already working in Yingtan at that time, I don't remember it very clearly, I didn't get off the car when I passed Yingtan back and forth, it should be no.

Stopping all the way, we arrived at Shangrao, stayed in a guest house for one night, found the long-distance bus station early the next morning, and started to set off for Lead Mountain.

There is not much feeling about the customs of the other place, the deepest feeling is a car trip, first of all, it takes a long time, starting in the morning and arriving in the evening, fortunately in the county town of Leadshan to the sand sellers, there are private buses like bathing, the same crowded, and arrived at the sand sellers before the evening.

The second is that the mountain road is too steep and too long, the car has been climbing in the deep mountains, the mountain does not know how much higher than the mountain, the cliff does not know how many times more frightened than under the bath, looking down from the car window, I feel dizzy.

Going to the sand dealer again, it is already after the army has been transferred, after nearly 30 years, I drove a private car, got off the highway near Sanqing Mountain, and reached it directly through a curved and narrow mountain road that runs through the mountains, as if there were two or three miles of highway, although the curve was relatively flat, and there was not a big steep slope.

After this time, the eldest uncle moved to the dormitory of the Shangrao Public Security Bureau, and once made an appointment with his cousin in Zhejiang to visit, during which he drove to Wuyi Mountain, a steep mountain road, according to rare memories of the year, maybe this road was taken before. I can't be sure, because after a large amount of downhill and bending transformation, there are stout guardrails on the side of the road, only to see its steepness but not its danger, such a thrilling process, can only be the memory of the times can not be reproduced.

Just like the dream situation on the train, when I got off the train, I met the third eldest uncle who was nearby, and the letter had already said that he was coming, so he may have been waiting here from time to time, and he was extremely excited to see us appear, and while taking us home, he shouted loudly to inform the eldest uncle and aunt.

The eldest uncle was full of white hair, and the eldest aunt was a little thin but very energetic, and the two greeted them at the door with a smile, full of smiles, extremely cordial and kind. My aunt is a local and has always cared for me since the day she met me, and when she visits her, she still warmly grabs my hand and asks me questions.

However, the scenery is completely different from the dream, there is a sulfur mine next to it, the mountain is dug and devastated, there is no vegetation to complete the dew, and the yellow soil exudes a pungent smell of sulfur, and I only went to see it at close range with my father once during the visit.

The third son of the eldest uncle did not take me around the mountains as in a dream, but I had just arrived and took me into his room, to see some of his collections, and a few small objects that I had taken a fancy to, and when I left, I searched them away in his reluctant eyes.

The eldest son of the great uncle did not see it, and went to visit his second son during this time. With a meager income and three sons who could not raise them, the second child was given to a farming family deep in the mountains shortly after his birth, where he grew up.

This made me understand why my father was so grateful to my uncle, you must know that during the same period, my father was in high school, and later he was admitted to university, and the tuition and living expenses were provided by the eldest uncle, and his own son was given away, and he also had to fulfill his promise to his grandparents to support his youngest brother to study.

The mountain road was only a narrow path, the distance was still relatively long, and it was undulating in the mountains, with no obvious slopes or obvious ridges, and was lined with low shrubs on both sides.

When I arrived, it was almost noon, and I was very happy and enthusiastic to see that I was young and married, and I was sent out of foster care since I was a child.

I remember that he talked about his plans and intentions, his words were simple and passionate, saying that he had contracted hundreds of acres of mountains and forests and was ready to plant saplings.

At my uncle's house, I saw his study, which was full of books. My uncle also had a bookshelf with many books, but it was significantly inferior to my uncle's books, which were all political and my uncle's books were novels.

I once coveted my uncle's novels, and he regarded them as treasures, which he could only read in his room, and he could not take them out of his room. It's a stubborn age, but I don't even dare to move my uncle's writings.

A few days later, with the reluctance of several relatives, my father took my sister and me on the journey, passing through Hangzhou, Ningbo, Ninghai, staying for a few nights, taking several trains and cars, and arriving at the final destination of the trip, the town where the fourth uncle lived, called Dajiahe.

The fourth uncle's family also lived in a bungalow, similar to a Kenmin dormitory, his eldest son was serving in the army, and only he and his youngest son were in the family, this cousin was still a stunned young man at the time, thin but tall, the tallest of our family.

is different from the eldest uncle's family, although enthusiastic, but the scene is a little cold, there are no housewives, two big men who grew up since childhood, they don't talk much, they don't have the mother's love to ask for warmth, and there is less to inquire about the recent situation and convey greetings between concubines.

I can't see the husband and wife in and out, or gather around to talk and laugh, or busy with the outside, the fifties have seen the tiredness of old age, through the smile can see the loneliness and loneliness, there is no housewife at home, the color is gone, and the painted wall is even more pale.

The journey is tiring, but there is always family affection, always there is happiness with you, after the bungalow is the sea, not waiting for the end of the hustle and bustle between my father and the fourth uncle, we can't wait to run to the sea.

The youngest son of the fourth uncle, the whole body exudes the excitement of seeing relatives in his hometown, no matter where we are going, he is full of smiles and follows the guide, tall and full of strong youthful atmosphere, down jacket leggings, long rolls with black bright and dense, fashionable and trendy, always undiminished enthusiasm.

The first time I saw the sea, the endless waves stretched as far as the eye could see, there was a small island in the distance, covered by green trees, there was a slight fog and shadows, and there were huge steamers moving, and from time to time the whistle of "woo" sounded. There are also fishing boats, with wheels installed on them, and the sound of "sudden" is endless, just like our mood, happily passing through the waves.

The beach by the sea, with fine gravel, seems to be deliberately paved, slightly inclined under the waves, smooth without even a trace of destruction, the sun shines, shining with a holy silver light, bright and dazzling.

Running on it, the sister who is usually a little restrained, at this time also let out bursts of silver-like laughter, like me, a bloated cotton shirt and cotton pants, a pair of thick cotton shoes, a real peasant child, endless joy fixed at that moment, and that moment of the beach.

The beach is not as described in the books, there are beautiful shells everywhere, and a few are found here and there, all of them are very small scallops, almost as ordinary as the shells picked up in the farmland at home.

The really beautiful ones are the shells left by the conch, but fortunately, there is a cousin who followed him, and he rummaged through and picked them up, and found a few for us, which we took home as treasures, and showed off in front of our friends.

There is also a steamer moored on the seaside, rusty, seems to have been abandoned, I don't know the use, it is difficult to judge whether it is a freighter or a fishing boat, I saw it with my own eyes, only to think that the ferry in my hometown is so small, a ferry boat, not even a corner of it.

The thick deck, there are a few uneven places, a little rain deposits, walking on it is more solid than the ground, there is no muffled sound when you stomp your feet hard, the residual rain is difficult to make waves, the bow has a thick cable scattered, and the material is also made of hemp, which may be as thick as an adult's small feet.

There were also wooden boats, about the size of the ferry boat in my hometown, and I saw one stranded on the beach, with two oars on the hull laid cross, and a low canopy bulging in the middle, just enough to sit in it.

My cousin got a camera out of nowhere, and he followed us all the way to take pictures, and on the cloaked boat, he and my sister and brother left a group photo, and when they returned, my father embedded it in a frame hanging on the wall.

The fourth uncle's family is not a fisherman, although it is on the seaside, it is rare to see seafood, there are fish on the seaside, there is a fish with very thick skin, often seen jumping from the sea to the beach, the local people call it skinned fish, there is the size of an adult's palm, but no one has ever picked it up to eat.

This made us curious, and my cousin just said it wasn't tasty, so no one picked it up. But he thought of a way to show us a few seafood, no cooking, no seasoning, and jerky, my sister and I didn't like to eat it.

Among them, there is a kind of shellfish called blood clams, shaped like a small snail in the hometown, dipped in vinegar and eaten raw directly, there is a little blood when it is cut out, especially with this bit of blood is precious, numb and gallant to taste one, and then dare not eat the second one.

A few years later, when Zhangzhou was in service, he also ate it, and only then did he know that blood clams are expensive and one of the best seafood. It was only then that I felt the kindness of my cousin, and they didn't see much better at that time, and I don't know how much effort he put into it, and how much money he spent.

Happy time, on the occasion of separation, my cousin made an amazing move, he took a few young people, drove off a part of the full car of people on the bus, vacated a few seats, let us easily get on the bus, and easily sat in the position.

After the episode, he embarked on the journey home, although his behavior was extreme, but it most strongly reflected his importance to family affection and attachment to his distant hometown.

A few years later, he returned to his hometown for the first time, and was received by his parents very warmly, his hometown is not spicy and not a dish, and now I still remember that he was spicy and angry, and smiled and said that his mother did not want to see him.

My father calculated the time to leave, wanted to arrive home before Chinese New Year's Eve, who knew that the return journey was more crowded, the number of train stops and waiting on the way increased significantly, the time increased significantly, and for several days, Chinese New Year's Eve was spent on the train, and he hurried to return home on the first day of the new year.