My experience in Tancheng, Shandong Province

I hurried on my way.

There is no reason.

I'm just an ordinary person.

Money-driven prisoners

Busy for life every day.

As hard as foraging ants

Running north and south of the mountain

Tears increase loneliness and loneliness.

The bitterness on the road melts in the eyes.

Floating in the world like dead leaves.

I don't know the stars in my hometown.

Can you light my dragon?

A road/journey home

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On the afternoon of the first day of the first month of 2003, in Tancheng, Shandong Province, firecrackers exploded on both sides of the road, and people were immersed in a festive atmosphere! Far away, I have seen the tall chimney of Tancheng Chemical Fertilizer Plant.

If it weren't for the overtime pay of 500 yuan, I would spend the New Year at home with my parents, wife and children, with a warm stove, delicious food and happy laughter. If the old lady in Tancheng came out one minute late, or I came out two minutes earlier, the accident could have been avoided, but there are not so many ifs in this world.

For me as a cart driver, if someone asks what is the strongest substance in the world? I will definitely choose money without hesitation. It is definitely not an ethereal ideal to let a person who has been busy for a year still rush about on the road during the Spring Festival. It must be real money!

Usually one month's salary 1200, 500 for a trip during the Spring Festival. This condition is quite attractive. However, I haven't driven a big truck for so many years, usually from the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month to the fifth day of May. First, there are many people visiting relatives and friends during the Spring Festival, and the road is not easy to run. Second, going out to work in the first month is a bit excessive, but this time I was really fascinated by money, so I stubbornly went out!

When loading a car in a coal plant in Qinyang, Jiaozuo, it didn't go well, and I made countless phone calls. The loader driver just didn't want to come, and it was already afternoon when loading. A man drove in a hurry on the road, passing Xinxiang and Puyang. At dawn, he got on the highway in Dongming, running all the way. When he got off the expressway in Tancheng, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon and he ran for a whole day and a night. The restaurants on the road are closed, so you can only drink some mineral water and eat some steamed bread brought at home. People are sleepy and tired. Looking at the chimney of the fertilizer plant getting closer and closer, the throttle is inevitably heavier, and the speed has risen from 40 to 50.

When passing by the village entrance, an old lady came out of the intersection, wearing a headscarf and riding a tricycle. She lowered her head and rode across the road to the opposite side without looking. I released the throttle and filtered the brakes, and the speed slowed down immediately.

According to the situation at that time, the old lady could easily cross the road, and I drove normally from the right. Unexpectedly, however, when she rode to the center line, she twisted the handlebar and didn't look around. Suddenly, she turned around and caught me off guard. At this time, the waiting was very close to people, and there was no reaction time of one minute, and it hit in an instant. At this critical juncture, the instinct of human nature made me rush to the left to escape, but the centrifugal force of heavy vehicles was large and people and vehicles were too close. The angle of the direction must be too big. Before I could turn around, I heard a strange squeak of the car body, like the spring leaf on the left was crushed. The car suddenly turned to the left under the action of inertia, and a QQ came on the left road, thanks to the driver's eyes.

Poplar trees on the roadside have no leaves, their naked bodies tremble in the cold wind, and the road is deserted. I drove out and lay on the steering wheel, scared.

Snow came out of the window again, and small white spots fell on the charcoal block and melted at once. I turned my head and looked back. When the carriage was out of traction, a huge iron object hit the sleeper behind me, and the left rear corner of the cab was cut off by a brush, only a short distance from my seat. Man, sometimes I feel that life and death are an extremely long process, but now I know that it just passed me by.

The wayward old man who used the highway as his yard has long since disappeared. Maybe she didn't know that the overturned truck had something to do with what she did. She repeated the same action elsewhere.

On the first day of the first month of 2003, the night in Tancheng, Shandong Province was particularly cold. It was the first time in my life that I spent the Spring Festival outside. The firecrackers outside the window were cheerful and warm, and I curled up in the broken cab, cold and lonely. The cold north wind, coming in from the crack of the car body like a sharp knife, tortured the helpless wanderer.

Under the soft street lamp, smoke billowed from the chimney of the opposite house, and the glass on the window was blurred by the hot air. From that vague figure, an old man sat by the fire with his child in his arms, patting his small body and talking about something. The hostess is busy in the kitchen, the spatula rubs, and the vegetable meat crackles when it touches hot oil. Men often serve plates of delicious food.

Lying on the sleeper, there are half a pack of instant noodles and a little thin ice mineral water in the stall. They are all feeling the indifference of the Spring Festival like me. A layer of dust fell on the console, and the dashboard was sleepy under the cover of dust. I reached out my finger and wrote "Happy Spring Festival" on it. Four twisted words are like four little people. They looked at me as if to say: Are you really happy?

I put my cold fingers into the bed, put a black pillow on my head and stared at the top of my head. In the cracked gap, pieces of snowflakes flew from the distant sky, fluttering and jumping, falling on the roof of the car, dissolving into water drops, drop by drop, more and more, gradually merging into a small stream, winding along the deformed iron sheet, and then falling on my face drop by drop.