After Gao Jialin entered the county seat, his emotions could not calm down for several days, and everything seemed to be a dream. He was madly drunk, but a little uneasy. He had come to the city from the field again, but this time he had come in differently. When he came to the county seat, he was basically a country boy, timid and frightened in front of the city. After several years of active school life, he gradually integrated his thoughts, feelings and living habits with the city. He quickly transformed himself from the inside out into a city man. For him, the countryside has become indifferent. Sometimes it has become a scene on the stage of life, and he only re-appreciates the fun during the winter and summer vacations. Just when he was inseparable from the city, the city sent him out mercilessly. After graduating from high school and failing to get into college, he had to return to a land that he was already a little unfamiliar with. The pain at that time was conceivable and understandable for such a young man with high aspirations. But this is not what is usually said to be at the mercy of fate. The country is currently in a difficult period and it is impossible to meet the wishes and demands of all its citizens.

If all aspects of society are healthy, they will undoubtedly be correctly guided to understand the relationship between the interests of the whole country and the future of the individual. We can recall the solution of similar social problems in our country in the fifties and early sixties. Regrettably, we have people like Ma Zhansheng and Gao Minglou in our real life today. They do it for personal gain. Sometimes they give these people who are hovering at the crossroads of life a slap in the face, making them more pessimistic about life; Sometimes, still for personal purposes, they push these people into the tailwind of life all at once. In the blink of an eye, these people were happy at the same time, but they also felt a little dazed.

The reason why Gogarin was so happy and drunk now was that he realized that this time he entered the county seat, he was no longer a hurried passer-by; He has become a member of the county, and of course, once he reaches such a situation, he will not be satisfied with staying here for the rest of his life. However, for now, he is completely satisfied to occupy a place in this city. What's more, his current position is so remarkable in this city! The communications officer is the "reporter" in the county; I interviewed everywhere, wrote articles and took pictures, and my name could be published in newspapers. The county held a meeting, with a camera, and dared to go out on the solemn and sacred rostrum! He knew that he was relying on Comrade Ma Zhansheng for all of this today. His uncle sincerely refused to do anything for him! However, he didn't do it, someone else did it for him. It was only from the general changes in his own world and heaven that he specifically experienced what a "back door" was.

The back door is really more powerful than the front door! Thinking that he came in through the "back door", I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy: now there is anti-this thing everywhere!

But he soon thought again: what has been found out is a minority! Zhan Sheng said, which cat is fishy! He reassured him and said that something had happened! So he tried not to think about it. He felt that since he had become a state cadre, he had to work hard and make achievements. This sentiment is also real. He sometimes attributed his changes to his concern, made up his mind to work hard for the party -- and solemnly thought: Well, write it into the party application next year!

His leader's name is Jing Ruohong. Lao Jing was more than ten years older than him, tall and thin, and wore a pair of white-rimmed glasses. He graduated from the Chinese Department of the Provincial Normal University in the year the Cultural Revolution began. Before Gao Jialin came, Lao Jing was the only communications officer in the county.

When Lao Jing first met, he gave people a very kind impression, not much to say on the surface, but when he opened his mouth, he was very knowledgeable and his personality was also very deep. Gao Garin quickly fell in love with him and called him Teacher Jing. Although Lao Jing did not appoint any officials, it is needless to say that he is his natural leader. For the first day or two after going to work, Lao Jing didn't let him work; Let him tidy up his outfit and office first, and go out to play when he has nothing to do.

He and Lao Jing's office is in the courtyard of the county party committee's guest room, surrounded by walls and open separately. He and Lao Jing alone occupy a cave with a high cost standard. The remaining five-hole caves are the highest level of "hotels" in the county, and only the leaders of the provincial and prefectural party committees come once in a while to stay for a few days. The fact that the communications officer has been assigned to work here shows that the leaders of the county party committee attach great importance to the work of publicizing public opinion. It's a good place, it's quiet, and it's good for writing articles.

Gogarin finished drying the covers outside and put the boxes away. Lao Jing took him to the county party committee office to get a set of office utensils. Tables, chairs, benches, and briefcases had been set up the day before he came. After all this was done, Gogarin walked around the kiln alone, looking here and there, and could not help humming a Soviet song he loved, "The Dnieper is surging"; Or take a look at your own vibrant face in the mirror. It's all very refreshing! The westerly sunlight shone in through the large glass window room, sprinkled on the pale yellow writing desk, a bright light, and a perfect harmony with his state of mind. After all the arrangements were made, and after having lunch on the big stove of the county party committee, he went out for a walk leisurely -- first to his alma mater, the county middle school.

It's the holidays, and there's not much on campus. As he wandered in this intimate and familiar place, all the things of his past life came to mind, the intoxicating sound of the accordion, the laughter of the school sports day, and the noise of Weibian. The faces of the students back then are vividly vivid. In the end, the sail of his memories stopped beside Huang Yaping. What issues he and she discussed and what they said in which place are clear to me now.

He sat or lay down in the same position as he had been in several places he frequented, and could not hold back his tears. All the grass and trees that I experienced in my youth will be very fond of a person's memory at any time, and the thought of it makes people's nose sour!

After leaving school, he went to the county stadium - he was a sports enthusiast and a member of many of the school's sports teams. Especially basketball, he and Kenan are the main players of the varsity team. He has spent many exciting evenings here!

He turned out of the stadium, walked through the streets, and traveled around the main places in the anti-ugly like a parade, and finally climbed to the east hill.

Donggang is full of small forests, some of which were planted by them on the Qingming Festival. On the top of the hill is the Martyrs' Cemetery, where more than 100 soldiers who died to liberate the county are buried. The stone stele, which is already a little mottled, tells people that more than 30 years have passed since then.

This is the most scenic place in the county. The general civic interest is in theaters and stadiums. Most of the people who come here are middle school teachers and doctors in hospitals. The hill is very large, few people come, and it seems very quiet. Gogarin sat under a large locust tree. Through the gaps in the woods, you can see the whole county seat. Everything is similar to when he left three years ago, except that a few new three- and four-story buildings have been added to the street, which looks a little "foreign". A magnificent bridge was erected over the county river, connecting the main roads leading to the county seat from several communes across the river at one end, and directly to the gate of the county stadium at the other end.

The sun was sinking in the west, and the red glow of the setting sun was brushing the blue of the building. The city at this moment gives an unusually glorious sight. The boundless mountains of the Loess Plateau outside the city, like undulating waves, surged to the distant horizon...... When the sparkling lights were lit up in the city, Gao Garin stood up and went down to Donggang. Along the way, he couldn't help but open his arms feverishly, facing the glittering county town, and muttered, "I can never leave you again......"

A storm in the south of the county gave Gogarin his first chance to work. Heavy rain began in the morning. The rain in the city was not light, but according to the telephone report, the place with the heaviest rain was Nam Ma Ha commune. At that time, several villages were flooded. According to preliminary statistics, more than 30 people were swept away by the flood, and there is no trace of them so far; Caves and houses were washed away by the water, leaving many homeless; Intensive relief activities have been launched throughout the commune...... In order to report the disaster relief situation in a timely manner, Jing Ruohong, who was suffering from a cold, decided to go to Nanmahe Commune in person that day. Gogarin resolutely refused to let Lao Jing go; Because the rain was still falling, Lao Jing had a very heavy cold, and it was not good to get drenched in the rain at all.

Garin insisted on not letting Lao Jing go, but asked Lao Jing to let him go. He told Lao Jing that the first time he went out to work, this is an old test, that is, if the manuscript is not written well, he can also collect the materials and let Lao Jing write. Jing Ruohong had no choice but to agree.

Gogarin didn't ride a bicycle because he had heard that most of the road along the Nam Ma River had been washed away. He wore a public raincoat and trousers pulled up on the half-leg handlebars, and rushed to the Nam Ma River commune in the rain. His blood was boiling along the way. There is an adventurous spirit in his personality - or heroism. This spirit is pathetic in a boring brawl, but it is very valuable in such a situation.

At such a time, he is full of energy, mental concentration, quick movements, clear thinking, and he will sacrifice whatever needs to be sacrificed in a moment!

He set out just before dusk, and within a few miles of walking out of the city, it was getting dark.

The rain was pouring over his head, and it was so dark that he couldn't see the slap when he stretched out his hand. Although he was unfamiliar with the road, he still walked almost trotting towards the Nanma River. He was so thirsty that he wanted to boil water, so he casually crouched down in the puddle by the water of the road and drank a few sips. I don't know when my foot broke, and even my bones hurt. But all this only added to his pleasant mood - and this is by no means an exaggeration! Really, Gogarin was moved to really look like a journalist at the moment. Although he didn't work as a journalist for a day, he understood that the glory of the profession lies in the fearless dedication it requires. He had read some of the information and knew that in the heat of the battlefield, many reporters were charging with the commandos -- sending out telegrams from the positions they had just conquered. How beautiful!

Gogarin was the first cadre in the county to arrive at the Nam Ma River commune. The disaster relief team led by the deputy secretary of the county party committee arrived five hours behind him -- it was already approaching dawn. When Garin arrived at the Nam Ma River, none of the commune cadres knew him. He himself introduced to them that he was the new communications officer in the county and had come to cover and report on the disaster relief. When everyone saw that this young man in his early twenties was covered in mud and bleeding from his feet, they were immediately deeply moved and hurried to cook for him. The commune cadres had just returned from one of the most stricken brigades, and after eating, they were ready to get up and go to other brigades. They were all drenched, and their faces were so muddy that only two eyes were exposed. Liu Yuhai, the secretary of the commune, was wounded in seven wounds, all wrapped in gauze, as if he had just come down from the firing line of the war.

They forced Garin to change his clothes, bandage his feet, and then the commune clerk reported to him at home, and the rest of the people went out to do relief work.

Garin resolutely refused to follow and insisted on going with everyone. He only took out a notebook and a pen in a plastic bag from his bag, and forcibly followed them. The commune clerk joked that he would first write a report to the county communications officer praising his work spirit. Halfway through, the mud-covered team divided into several groups and went to several brigades to check the situation and organize disaster relief.

Gao Jialin and the clerk Pony went to the temple Buddha brigade with the secretary Liu Yuhai. Along the way, none of them could see anyone, and they groped their way forward. The roar of the torrent in the river was deafening, and the rain was still pouring down. While stumbling and crawling, the commune clerk told him about the known damage to the commune and the commune's relief measures. Gogarin recorded it in his heart. Secretary Liu Yuhai didn't say a word and walked in front.

After arriving at the temple and Buddha brigade, as soon as they settled, many people came to the village, crying one by one, and told Liu Yuhai how many kilns had collapsed, how many livestock had been washed away, and how many crops had been destroyed...... Liu Yuhai's arms and legs were wrapped in gauze, his face was dark, and he asked the team cadres loudly: "How are people?" Everyone replied, "Everyone is here!" ”

Liu Yuhai's uninjured left arm slashed, and he roared and shouted: "As long as there are people, don't be afraid of anything!" ”

This sound immediately lifted everyone's spirits. Liu Yuhai immediately pulled the team cadres in the stove of the public kiln, and formed a circle on the ground to discuss the emergency solution. Gao Jialin was also strongly shaken by Liu Yuhai's shout. He turned his head sideways and saw Liu Yuhai crouching among the croppers, as rough and bold as Zhu Laozhong in "Red Flag Spectrum". He was very moved to see that he was covered in injuries and was still worried about the affairs of the common people. There are treacherous cadres like Ma Zhansheng and Gao Minglou in life, and there are also good cadres like Liu Yuhai! Although Ma Zhansheng gave him the back door, he didn't like him in his heart. Although Liu Yuhai met for the first time, he was strongly attracted to this person.

He remembered Lao Liu's shout just now, and inspiration immediately came. He pulled his notebook and pen out of a plastic bag and wrote the title of his first report: "As long as there are people, there is no fear of catastrophe."

He wrote the report intently by the faint light in the kiln. The pouring rain outside and the noise of the torrents in the river became a loud noise, but he couldn't hear it. He trembled with excitement and wrote quickly in his notebook. He knew all the ways and means of the news -- he read the newspaper a lot, and he was already familiar with all kinds of things in his heart. After writing the manuscript, he went to the disaster relief site with Liu Yuhai, and worked with everyone in the mud and water. The next morning, he delivered his report to the postman of the commune. In the evening, he returned to the commune with Liu Yuhai and Wenwen to attend an emergency meeting. At the meeting, the cadres who came back from each team reported the situation separately. It was the first time that Gogarin had attended such a meeting, but he was unrestrained in asking questions to many people, gathering concrete information and some heroic and exemplary deeds.

After the meeting, in addition to the staff on duty, Liu Yuhai arranged a three-hour sleep time for everyone, and then prepared to set off in the middle of the night.

Gogarin did not sleep. He wrote three more short newsletters and a comprehensive report under the kerosene lamp. When he finished writing, he came out and stood in front of the commune and stretched his arms and legs.

At this time, the prefectural cable radio began to broadcast. First of all, the county program, the radio reported Huang Yeping's mellow and loud Mandarin: "...... Comrades, now please listen to the report written by Jia Lincai: "As long as there are people, there is no fear of catastrophe" ......" Yaping's voice sounded a little excited, especially when she read Liu Yuhai's deeds, she was very emotional; The broadcast also seems to be a little faster than usual.

Gao Jialin stood under the eaves of the kiln, his heart pounding, and he listened to his first report - the respected teacher Jing didn't even change a word!

A feeling of happiness immediately welled up in Gogarin's heart, and he could not help whistling softly on a rainy night.

The next day, Garin received a note from Lao Jing with a few words written on it; You've done a great job. Waiting for your next batch of reports. It's up to you when to go back to the county seat...... In accordance with Lao Jing's instructions, Gao Jialin sent back one report after another on the disaster relief of the Nanma River. In the evening and morning, Huang Yaping's mellow and loud Mandarin voice came from time to time on the cable radio: "...... Now broadcast the report that Garin wrote from the front line of the Nanma River disaster fight...... "It was not until the fifth day that Gogarin returned to the city with the condolence group of the county party committee.