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"Dolou Mountain"

Author: Wang Hua

Publishing House: Shandong Literature and Art Publishing House

Publishing time: April 2022

The story of the native

Text/Wang Hua

I planted it seriously at the age of six. That land is about the same as ordinary computer keyboard. Because it was born under a huge saponin tree, it is not a adult, so I chose it. Children cannot go to the land of adults, and they are considered to be troubled, and they are scolded and beaten. I stole the seeds of coriander from the wall and sowed in my land. I kept the land every day, watched the coriander stand out, and watched them grow up day by day. One day, I picked a parsley and sent them to the eyes of the mother who was cooking. The mother was surprised because the mouth was not the season for coriander. It is conceivable how happy she was when she saw the small piece of coriander I planted. She was happy, and I was blooming. Many years later, when my story was praised and loved by the people in my hometown, I was also full of heart. They said, you write like it. They said, you have n’t been at home all over the years, and you know these things? When they said this, they were surprised, because when they were sure of those things around them, they were standing next to them, not me.

Over the years, I have been writing my hometown and writing. Because I can't write other places at all, and I can't write others. It can even be said that the original intention of my writing was to get close to the place where I raised me, and those who grew up with me. I love that place, love those people, so I chose this career -tell their story.

In November 2020, I accepted the tasks of the provincial work associations to write those who died in the battle of poverty alleviation. That is to say, I want to write a heroic genealogy. But I want to say that they are really not a hero. They are a group of ordinary people. They are like ordinary people like us, and they look for the daily meaning in daily work like us. Just because the division of labor is different, they have been pushed to the front line of this battle. They do the most daily work of grass -roots cadres every day. Send rice cookers and send everything as a lack of poverty alleviation households. This work has a professional term called "supplement shortcomings". In my interview object, a sinking cadre was sacrificed on the way to send beds for the households.

Each sinking cadre has its own pair of households, usually two households. Among his households, one of the households belongs to the poor households, and both elderly people belong to people with low intelligence and low living ability. If such people want to get rid of poverty, many things have to do it with their own hands, such as painting houses, organizing houses, and even sanitation outside the house. He brushed the house for the old man and packed the house decently, and felt that they were missing a decent bed. So he decided to give them a bed that day.

The journey from the village committee to this family is not very far away, but it has to go through a steep slope. It was just raining the night before, and there were yellow mud on the hardening road. Anyone who knew the mountain road knew that the yellow mud was soaked in the water as the soap soaked in the water. For the first time, he failed to rush to the steep slope, retreated halfway, and changed the gear again. This time, he still couldn't rush up. The wheels were slippery, and the car began to get out of control. He could only try everything up. But in the end he couldn't rush up. The road was too slippery, this was something he grew up in a city. After he worked three times, the pickup truck lost the cliff.

This process was inferred by his colleagues afterwards based on the traces he stayed on that road. They told me where it should be the first time when it slipped down, and where was the second seal that rushed up. Finally, they were enough to look at the bottom of the cliff with their necks. Rotten stone, he fell out of the car and fell directly to the pile of chaos. The bed was hung on the cliff. There was a bush there, and it stopped there.

He is a middle school teacher, a special teacher, and the fight against poverty alleviation. He took the initiative to apply for sinking. He is still quite young. He has less than two years of adults. He just had a little daughter. His life can be very long and long ...

My interview was very difficult, not because of anything else, just because of those tears that couldn't help it. Those young and light wives don't want to cry in front of me. They talk about their husbands like Lajia often, how they know each other, how they love each other, say a certain quarrel, say those interesting things in their daily life Essence When they said, they were always smiling, but with the smile, the tears that could not stop. The tears were wiped again, and there was it, just like their eyes, the eyes of both eyes.

They did not say that their husband was a hero and never.

Therefore, there are no heroes in "Dalou Mountain", and some are just a group of ordinary grass -roots cadres. They are the rough words around you. The young guy who loves to be joking is the shy girl who is blushing around you, the father with a bad temper next to your family, you will not wear it. Slightly rustic mother.

They are not heroes.

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