Those memories from the dirt road to the Happy Road! My hometown is changing

The first foot calls, the last foot home! In the "Four good Rural Road" essay contest entry work "Hometown changes on the road", the author Gong Xinmin recalled the hometown road from dirt road to gravel road, then to cement road, and finally become a happy road changes. Below, we follow his memories of the road and home, and reflect on the changes in Xishui in these decades.

Hometown changes on the road/Wen Gong Xinmin

"Four good Rural Road" essay contest entries

Recently, returning home to visit my parents, walking on the flat and comfortable rural road, more than 30 kilometers of road, the blink of an eye home. The 83-year-old father said in surprise, "How can you call home and then come back?" I smiled and said: "Four good rural road repair in front of the house, I can take home at any time."

Looking back, those memories of the road appear as clear as a slide...

Dirt road

My hometown is a quiet and beautiful small village in Bahe Town. Where the terrain is flat, the fields are fertile, and a small river flows into the gate of the Qing Dynasty's top scholar Chen Hang described the Wangtian Lake of "thousands of people cast nets on the day and thousands of lights on the night." The only drawback is the lack of traffic, a winding, bumpy yellow dirt road is the main road to the outside. "Sunny a piece of copper, rain a bag of pus" image reflects the situation of the way out.

At that time, the "difficult road" was the most troublesome thing for the villagers. People who live there for a long time are always "gray on sunny days, mud on rainy days," and the clean clothes they have just changed will soon be dirty. As long as there are a few sunny days in a row, the road will be covered with dust, and the cars will run by and the dust will fly. If in a heavy rain, a foot down, the soles will be covered with mud, thick and heavy; The bicycle went up, the wheel quickly became thick and swollen, was mud card dead, this time must find a stick to clear the mud on the wheel, no way had to carry the bicycle to a slightly better section and then ride.

When I was in elementary school and junior high school, what I hated most was rainy days. A rain, dirt road like glutinous rice flour and warm water, become soft mud, every step, shoes will sink into the mud and not move legs, every step, I have to squat down to pull the shoes out with my hand, put a big step forward, step on, and then to pull another shoe, not a step is really not exaggerated at that time.

Gravel road

In the 1990s, the dirt road was paved with a layer of fine bone stone, transformed into a gravel road. The gravel road was smoother and wider, and I was delighted. But the good times are not long, the sand can not withstand the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow, not a few years, the sand and stone road was played back to the "original shape", the sand and stone below, the bumpy dirt road looming. The gravel road did not fundamentally solve people's "difficult road", and the villagers still complained.

"Small holes are often filled with water, and big ones can contain oxen." In those years, tractors and big trucks made the most of the roads. Sometimes the tractor filled with yellow sand, red bricks and other materials on the way to break down, black smoke, skidding on the road, the front two wheels in the road left two and a half wheel deep pit, climb out of the pit will take a lot of effort. A big truck or tractor pulling goods will slip into a pit if it is not careful, just like walking barefoot into a tribulus nest - a dilemma. The driver had to ask the nearby villagers to help, the villagers to find a stone or straw mat in the pit, Shouting "one two three" number, pulling the car from the pit after the push to "save" out.

At that time, walking a good road became a luxury. The bus ride is inconvenient because the road is not good. In 1992, when I was studying at Zema High School, I went home once a month. Every time I return to school, I have to get up early to catch the passenger bus that has only two trips a day, shake all the way to the passenger station in the county, and then buy a ticket to the horse washing bus, and shake all the way back and forth, like a swing, and finally reach the horse washing Street, but also have to walk a little way to school, most of the precious time spent on the road. On one occasion, returning home from the county seat, the bus was bumping like a drunk on the road, and the car suddenly stalled. The driver was repaired for most of the day. Twenty or thirty people had to walk home. I walked more than 20 miles to get home. It was dark.

After work, one Spring Festival, I took my wife and daughter happily back to my hometown for the New Year. When the bus went to the village near Zhao Ao, encountered traffic jams, waiting for more than two hours, or did not clear. So, in the snow, I carried my two-year-old daughter and walked home with an umbrella. Wife carrying bags and bags, braving wind and snow. Stumbling all the way, a deep foot, a shallow foot, home, a family of three in distress. At that time, how I wish I could have a decent road to go!