Wang Xiaoyin original 丨 Xinghua Yu (prose)

Apricot rain

Author/Wang Xiaoyin

Reading/Wang Xiaoyin

I especially like March, I like the spring rain in March, and I like the apricot blossoms in the rain. Because of these, I have added bright colors to my thirty -year -old life, and also formed a deep relationship with the barren and vast land of Zhanhua. Although this was the past twenty -eight years ago, part of my life has been deeply integrated into the yellow land called Shandong's "North Wilderness".

In March 1994, Quancheng Jinan was already a strong spring season. A Xiaoxiaochun rain sprinkled, red apricot buds on the banks of Daming Lake, and the moat rivers, and Liu Si contained smoke. Just at this time, the provincial government agencies arranged a group of cadres to send a group of cadres under the arrangement of the Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government. At that time, the employee education part of my employee was part of the place, and the leaders found me in the case of several comrades. At that time, my daughter was only four years old, but I quickly obeyed the organization arrangement and became the only woman among the eight cadres of the company. Everyone's life coordinate system should have several "highlights", but this point cannot appear in ease and mediocre, and can only shine in hardships and tempering. Although it is more difficult to send the job, it can be seen through the storm, seeing the world, enriching knowledge, and growing talents. I remember on the day of departure, in the many men composed of men, I seemed to be very eye -catching. Along with the flowers and gongs and drums that were delivered, full of care and expectations of the organization, I was like a spring swallow, flying to the place called Shandong's "North Wilderness".

At that time, Zhanhua was a national poverty -stricken county. It was located in the Yellow River Delta. A large area of ​​saline -alkali land could not see a crop. The road to ten miles could not see a village. Many villages did not even have a tree. The outside scene of the desert is lonely. Nature often shows us such a philosophical and style: the simplest and most essential; the most vast and most magnificent. One and a half years in Zhanhua's work and life, my perception of my life surpassed the sum of the previous thirty years. After I got to Zhanhua, the "title" was the deputy director of the business room of the county insurance company. As soon as I got there, I devoted myself to my wholeheartedly, so that I entered the "role" as soon as possible. The precious thing is that through the test and baptism of the difficult environment, the "Jiao Girl" spirit and meat from the provincial capital have undergone profound changes. Once, the fishing boat of Fengjiaxiang's bail house was damaged in the large pulse flow of the Yellow River in Haikou. Several comrades of the county insurance mutual assistance association rushed there, first went to the damaged fishing boat to carefully verify the loss, and then returned to the fishery team to eat. This place is said to be a "fishery team", which is actually very desolate. There is no tree in the residential area. The windows of the house are nailed with plastic cloth. There is no small bench in the team. Only the willow basket is the "dining table". What is even more annoying is that there are a lot of flies, and the white steamed buns look dark. At that time, I was driving away the flies full of carelessly, picking up the steamed buns, holding pickles, drinking bitter water, and like an authentic "village aunt" and "mountain girl". The director of the county government office who went to the same thing was very emotional: "The little king of others came from a big city, it is not easy to be so." When I heard their praise, I can integrate it emotionally with the land and the folks there. I am proud of it. Later, over time, this spiritual change became more obvious. In June of that year, Zhanhua County was attacked for three consecutive times in a row, crops were affected in large areas, and many farm houses and communication lines were destroyed. In order to resume the production as soon as possible and rebuild the homeland, the male comrades of the company are like high temperature, cool heat, and muddy, walking in the village to understand the disaster, and to investigate damaged cotton in the field. Sometimes you have to run for dozens of miles a day, and you can eat in the morning at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. The villagers saw that a thin female comrade such as me was not afraid of suffering, not afraid of tiredness, and was very moved.

As a knowledgeable woman, especially at the age of "thirty". I want to fight for strong people in my career, but also want to be warm and enrichment emotionally. However, the old saying goes "loyalty and filial piety cannot be done." In more than a year, I also deepened the meaning of this sentence. On one occasion, when I was preparing to pay back from Jinan, my daughter's stomach had severe stomach and was accompanied by vomiting. She flashed a pair of tears and said to me, "Mom, don't leave today." At that time, I was responsible for the company's nuclear approach work, and the time was tight. In order not to affect the work, I immediately called my lover and asked him to send his daughter to the hospital. He just embarked on the journey of Hu Zhanhua with tears. Another time, I received a call from Jinan, saying that my mother had a high fever and was hanging the needle in the hospital, which meant to let me go back. But at that time, the company's leaders had arranged for me to investigate a scene in a foreign country. I didn't talk about my mother's hospitalization. After the work was done, I used to visit my mother on Sunday. Thinking of my family, I always feel guilty, but I am very pleased. Because my mother, lover, and nanny all understand and support me, this is also a spiritual force I have achieved fruitful results in the next post. After the next post was over, I was rated as an excellent subordinate cadre in Zhanhua County, and the same year was rated as a provincial advanced individual.

Time is like clouds, and life is picturesque.Looking back at the next year and a half of the duty of life, I did have some kind of "home feel" and "home sense". It seemed to find some highlights and complexes of life, so that I had a sense of rural consciousness and local feelings in my childhood.Strongly recovered.And this kind of perception is so fresh and valuable in the impetuous and prosperous downtown.For this reason, I can't help but miss the spring rain in March 28 years ago. It was the flower buds in my soul and brewing the fragrance of my career.Oh, rain in March, apricot flowers ...

[Introduction to the Author, Reader] Wang Xiaoyin (female), net name: Storm and rain, member of the Shandong Provincial Recitation Artists Association, retired in provincial state -owned financial enterprises, senior economists; there is love in my heart, good in the industry, and strive to be a self -made self.People with sunlight.

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