Yellow River Beach, my distant hometown.

Yellow River Beach, my distant hometown.

Yellow River Beach, my distant hometown, is the memory of many of our parents. The boldness of vision of the Yellow River Beach is still magnificent, and there are also many feelings. Writers of past dynasties also like to describe the Yellow River Beach. Let me share an article on the Yellow River Beach in my distant hometown.

Yellow River Beach, my distant hometown, 1, the blood of the Yellow River flows in my veins, and the waves of the Yellow River surge in my emotional waves. Am I from the Yellow River Beach? Is the Yellow River Beach my hometown? Yes, there is no doubt that although I was born in an ancient county town on the Weibei Plateau, my parents, grandparents and grandparents actually grew up and lived in the Yellow River Beach. Their home was originally in the Yellow River Beach, and there is no doubt that they are from the Yellow River Beach.

The living customs and lifestyles of people in the Yellow River Beach have been branded in their thoughts and behaviors like carved flowers on clay tires. Even if life changes, this formed lifestyle and lifestyle are still difficult to change. Naturally, I was deeply influenced by them.

When I was a child, my friend joked that "you are from the Yellow River Beach". It seems that in the children's concept, they are also deeply influenced by their parents' words and deeds. How else would they know that "we are from the Yellow River Beach"? Needless to say, the children's opinions have aroused our thinking, that is, the concept of "Yellow River Beach" is often inseparable from the topics of our parents and grandparents. Yellow River Beach, my distant hometown, has been deeply imprinted in our minds since childhood.

I've been curious about what the Yellow River Beach looks like since I was a child. Later, when we were in the fourth grade of primary school, there was a meeting in the village. When my parents came back in the evening, they discussed the things on the beach. Because of the strong curiosity about the Yellow River beach and the heartfelt yearning for the Yellow River, there was still a little desire to go to the beach in the young mind at that time. During the day, the topics discussed by adults continue to each other, and everyone seems to be preparing separately.

There are many households in the Yellow River Beach in the village, all of which are concentrated in the east of the village, with eight or nine households. Due to the geographical relationship, these families have been very close since childhood, but we also get along well with the villagers here. The former owner of the hole we bought also belongs to the Yellow River Beach, and people have already gone down to the beach before us. At that time, I thought my parents might decide to go out to the beach. Later, I still didn't go to the seaside. The reason is that no immigrant in our village has decided to go to the seaside. Everyone canceled the decision. However, in a short time, I heard that menstruation's family had gone to the seaside.

"The Yellow River Beach has high income and good land. They are all sand, which is expected to be twice a year, but people are hard and have a lot of work. " Old people often say that. At that time, production quotas had been settled for five or six years. In recent years, the weather has been favorable. Even in the arid plateau of Weibei, after the implementation of production quotas, the life of every household has improved, unlike those years, when wheat flour buns were often eaten. Because of this, everyone's enthusiasm for going to the seaside is not high. Isn't there an old saying that "move to poverty for three years!" The villagers who were used to a stable life finally decided not to go to the seaside. After this accident, my wish to go back to my hometown, Yellow River Beach, was buried forever. The beautiful Yellow River Beach has become my distant hometown, and I can never go back. However, due to my love for literature, the Yellow River in the literary sense surges up in my mind from time to time.

Sometimes, I laugh at myself silently: I am a child of the Yellow River, and the waves of the Yellow River surge in my heart. Yes, the Yellow River, the great river of literature, has always made me admire and admire. Whenever I recite Li Bai's poem "You didn't see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return", I am proud that I am a member of the Yellow River. The reason is probably to seek a literary totem in my heart and pray for the Yellow River to give me an inspiration. Yes, whenever my thoughts are exhausted and my inspiration is delayed, I think of the rushing Yellow River and my inner heroism arises spontaneously. Tired thinking seems to be stimulated again, and the writing suddenly gurgles.

When I was a child, I had a desire to see the Yellow River beach. The imaginary Yellow River Beach must be a good place, endless and plain. There, a beautiful river surrounds it. Looking north, you can't see the margin; Looking south, Pingsha is endless. Later, when I had the opportunity to go to the beach, I was very excited. When the car bypassed the undulating mountain road and suddenly turned a corner, the driver told me: This is the Yellow River Beach. This is just another world. Vilen can't see the end, and the roadside is a ridge of neat farmland. I was shocked. I have never seen such a flat land, such a vast land. I thought it was comparable to the grassland. When I came to the village, the cement paved road was very clean. Neat farmhouses, one after another. The two-story gatehouse with red walls and blue tiles shows that people's lives are very rich. I visited Jianping, whom I haven't seen for years. His yard is full of corn and corn cobs are everywhere. Jianping's life is very good There are modern agricultural machinery such as agricultural vehicles and threshers at home, which is a typical embodiment of agricultural modernization. It can be seen that the Yellow River Beach is a land of fish and rice. Jianping said: "Every year during the busy farming season, migrant workers come here to pick cotton and dig peanuts. Their family has a lot of hands and recruits migrant workers every year. " I said I wanted to see the Yellow River. Jianping took me out of the house and walked to the village head. He pointed to the east and said, "There are still more than ten miles from here to the Yellow River. If you want to go, you have to ride a motorcycle to see if I have time. " I guess there was not enough time, so I cancelled the plan. Although I didn't see the Yellow River, I finally saw the Yellow River Beach. This more or less satisfied my little wish.

On the way back from Luoyang, the car passed by Shaanxi County. Through the window, I suddenly saw a beautiful scenery: in a Yellow River Bay, egrets are flying, trees are dense, and the Yellow River water is shining in the sun. Some people say: This is the Yellow River Natural Scenic Area. What a beautiful place! Under the careful protection of people, the Yellow River has really become more and more beautiful. I yearn for the Yellow River, and I yearn for the Yellow River Beach. Yellow River Beach, my distant hometown!

The Yellow River Beach, my distant hometown, is a rich organ derived from the Yellow River, just like I am a part of the village. Going south from the village, crossing the Yellow River levee, fertile land in front of the levee and a wilderness along the Yellow River all belong to the category of the Yellow River beach. The yellow river beach, once undulating, has been restored in an orderly manner by villagers, lacking ups and downs, and now it is as flat as a rock. Every time in late autumn and early winter, green wheat seedlings drill out of the soil, and the Yellow River beach is like a green blanket spread on the south of the dike.

When a railway crosses the Yellow River beach, it breaks the original order and vision, which is the invasion and occupation of traditional agriculture by modern industry. When standing on the Yellow River levee overlooking, new contents and elements have been added to the limit vision.

Unpredictable things are usually like this. When I left the village and the Yellow River beach, when everything in the city was like a whirlpool when the Yellow River rose, I recalled an image that was going away. With the growth of age and the accumulation of experience, I will understand the importance of this image and things that have passed away to my life. Because it was just a spark-like moment of calcium carbide, and then it disappeared and became the ashes after the mosquito-repellent incense burned out. When the spark of calcium carbide gradually cools down and disappears like a piece of ice in the scorching sun, I will feel the ripples on my forehead, and the annual rings of life will begin.

If I really want to find a metaphor associated with the Yellow River Beach, then the Yellow River Beach is the classroom of my life, not heaven (it is impossible for me to have such a luxurious metaphor in my poor childhood).

Summer sowing and autumn harvest, when I was a child, I would take small farm tools and work with my parents on the Yellow River beach. Wheat is harvested in summer and soybeans, corn and peanuts are harvested in autumn. One of the insights that the Yellow River Beach gave me is that the real thing is the labor of sweat and the harvest of harvest. Here, the Yellow River Beach is simply a mirror, where all the flashy and hypocritical things show their true colors. There is land near the border, but there is no harvest near the border. Autumn is the season to repay the villagers' labor.

At that time, agricultural production was relatively backward, and labor was basically by hand. Shelf trucks are the main means of transportation. There is a Yellow River levee between the field and the threshing floor, and the harvested wheat should be pulled to the north of the levee by a shelf truck to dry. In addition, the roads on the embankment slope are all soil, and there is no hardening at all. Pulling a load of grain from the south to the north of the levee requires the strength and soul of the whole family, which embodies the spirit of Qi Xin's cooperation and is also a kind of happiness of Qi Xin's cooperation. When the truck came, the whole family, old and young, put down their sickles and went to catch the river bank together. Halfway through the levee, the road is relatively flat. Halfway through, the slope of the levee suddenly increased, which increased the difficulty of driving the levee. Because many wheels are wandering around here, the hard road surface here has been destroyed, desertification is serious and sand is accumulating more and more. At the thickest time, the sand can be buried to the ankle. There is still a wheel block stone hidden in the sand. People will sprain their feet if they step on it carelessly. In the face of difficulties, people can always exert their physical strength to the limit, which is what I realized when I saw rushing to the embankment. Hold the main force of the handlebar of the shelf, put the belt into the shoulder and hold the handlebar tightly with both hands. The car body forms an angle of 30 degrees with the embankment slope. The rest of the drivers also have their hips tilted and their toes buckled in the soil. The shelf car full of crops climbed up the embankment little by little like an old cow. When the truck climbed to the top of the embankment like a snail, the driver and the driver were both legs.

Of course, it's lucky to be able to hang a full luggage cart to the top of the embankment. Many vehicles will overturn because of improper loading or limited manpower, and the crops full of vehicles will fall on the embankment slope, which is a mess. When the harvest season comes, in many understaffed families, family members will feel so sad that they want to cry.

After a hard day's work, when you drag your tired body home, you can also experience the beautiful side left by the Yellow River beach on the way. Near dusk, the heavens and the earth are shrouded in hazy fog. Between heaven and earth, Ran Ran, a bonfire burning weeds and sundries in the field, rises side by side and stretches for thousands of meters, graceful as chrysanthemums. Due to the intervention of fire, the distance between heaven and earth suddenly narrowed. Smoke lingers in the treetops, like milk, like a fairy skirt. When the Yellow River Beach gave me the dignity of being a human being, it did not forget to give me the poetry of literature.

On the eve of National Day this year, I went back to the Yellow River Beach to help my parents harvest crops. Although the heavy work is squeezing my strength and interest, I am still very happy. When I stood on the levee of the Yellow River, watching the silvery Yellow River meander eastward, watching the farmland and lush trees nestled beside the Yellow River, I thought about the cycle of my life journey for a long time. Been away from home for a long time, looking for something outside. In the end, the Yellow River Beach is my final destination.

After the autumn harvest, then sow wheat. When the wheat seedlings drill out of the ground, the cold frost marks come, thin clouds float in the sky, and the geese moving south sing and fly by. Rich food gives my parents the capital to spend the winter and the courage to fight against nature. My heart is stuck in a solemn silence.

When can we meet again, my dear and amiable Yellow River Beach.