Stones from other mountains/those spring days.

Spring in the mountains is very simple, just like people in this mountain. Without noise and flattery, the trees on the mountain can't see green. Only the wild cherries scattered on the banks of the ditch in Shan Ye suddenly burst into white flowers, standing wantonly and irregularly in the spring breeze. A caterpillar crawled slowly on the village road. I don't know when it came out of the soil, but it clearly tells me that this mountain is gradually waking up. Hehe, how time flies. This is my fourth spring in this mountain village with the resident team.

It's raining, the breeze is wrapped in fog, and I feel a little cold in the humid atmosphere. Here comes an old farmer, an old acquaintance of mine. He said happily, this rain is good, this rain is good! I have been working all winter. I asked if it was time to plant corn. He said that it will take another month in this high mountain area, and the land should be sown in time, otherwise the seeds will rot and wait. Yes, the players and I are waiting, too. Each of us has missed many "seasons", but it seems to be forgotten by spring, and we can't wait for news. I kicked an empty water bottle on the side of the road and clanged far away.

I know that at this time, the world under the mountain is holding a grand flower show. Those rare or ordinary, potted or wild, woody or herbal flowers are blooming, and even the fake flowers on the county trees are swaying shamelessly, creating a gorgeous illusion. For a time, real, fake, tall and short, all kinds of flowers and trees are confused with each other, and they all try their best to complete their glory in spring, expecting people's favor. Some people simply parachuted flowers and trees from other places and joined the ranks of striving for spring. Therefore, in this season, the result of competition is doomed to be that several families are happy and several families are sad.

I am just a grass, destined not to bloom. I'm tired of the excitement of those flowers and think about the past spring quietly. Those springs exude the fragrance of rural soil, bloom the purity of rural nature, present the simple feelings of the villagers, and leave a memory worth cherishing for a lifetime.

In those spring, the mountain road is still covered with thick fallen leaves, and occasionally there are residual snow. The mountain is high and the road is far, so we have the courage to go on. We shoulder the task of lifting 70% farmers out of poverty in the village. In this remote mountain village, the pressure is even greater than the mountain in front of us. In the renovation, demolition and reconstruction of dangerous houses and the relocation of immigrants, we broke our feet and rubbed our mouths to mobilize the masses to help each other.

In those spring, the celebration of the Spring Festival is still going on. From time to time, lively firecrackers sounded in the distant mountains and nearby. We mobilized from door to door to go out to work and develop industries. We can't help but burst into tears when we see our relatives reluctant to leave migrant workers and the deep footprints left by migrant workers in the snow, but we firmly believe that they will not live up to their family's expectations. Feng's cows calved again, and the birth of calves brought the number of breeding in his family to 8. He's pig cooperative finally survived the depressed market and paid dividends to the farmers who invested in the cooperative ... In the past few years in the depths of this mountain, the masses have never entered the ranks of monitoring households because of the decline in income, and the per capita net income has increased year by year.

In those spring, for the village roads, electricity, drinking water, civil affairs special assistance, we ran around and tried every means to make the project funds land; The transformation of human settlement environment, we do it ourselves and demonstrate it to farmers; Epidemic prevention and control, we work overtime, patrol and stand by; Medical insurance, old-age insurance, we flew to Daiyue, talked about policies at home, held meetings and publicized, and finally got the understanding and support of the masses ... We came from different units, namely, post-60 s, post-70 s, post-80 s and post-90 s, but we all helped each other. For more than a thousand days and nights, we were comrades-in-arms and brothers! Tang endured the pain of losing his son and stayed in the village for four years; Jiao Xiao, from a big city, left her young daughter behind and went home once every one or two months for three years, and devoted all her energy to the poverty alleviation work in the village. The wife of Xiao Yang, the first secretary, is in hospital for surgery. When her condition stabilized slightly, she hurried back to the village. After 90, Xiao Zhang repeatedly postponed the wedding date. During my illness and hospitalization, they took the initiative to undertake my work to ensure that all poverty alleviation tasks were completed on schedule.

In those spring days, we also felt endless warmth. A cup of boiling corn wine is the habit of greeting people in every family in the mountains. Every time we go to a house, we are always surrounded by such enthusiasm. One sip is enough for us to remember for life. Before and after beginning of spring, every household had to kill Nian pig, and farmers rushed to invite them. The steaming farmhouse banquet is their boiling heart and affection, and we have no reason to refuse.

This spring, many farmers in the mountains are building new buildings, and with the buildings under construction, more than ten buildings have sprung up. Old farmer, an old friend of mine took my hand and said, when you came, there was no car in the village. Now, there are over 30 cars in the village. I really dare not think about it. I heard that you are leaving this year, and we are really not used to it when you leave. Finally, he stressed that I am not the only one who said this. Everyone says so. I said, I haven't left yet. Even if I leave, I will often come to see it. Then I'll drink the first bite of corn wine you cooked yourself. He said, what's wrong with that?

The flowers at the foot of the mountain may still be blooming, but spring is vast, and it will definitely give every life a chance to bloom and give every bud its due place. My team members and I are just grass in Shan Ye. Although we can't blossom, we don't envy all kinds of colors, because we are a touch of green and a touch of new green in Shan Ye, bringing warm hope to the villagers, family and friends.