The Mercedes-Benz car looks unreal like a leaf in the wind, and the moment the eye touches the window, the various houses on both sides of the ring road are like toppled geometric building blocks, pouring backwards like a tsunami. The flow of time and space can have a catastrophic visual effect on still lifes. When the speed of the car slows down occasionally, the scenery outside the window immediately becomes soft and calm, and the forest of growing buildings and trees reaches into the sky, and the rolling hills are full of greenery. Compared to the harsh winter in the north, the winter in the south is a world of green trees and flowers. After several years of vicissitudes, this once wild land seems to have gathered all kinds of people from all corners of the earth. The black Africans with swarthy faces, the European and American white barbarians with big bellies and beards, the fat girls of the South Seas with brown and red eyes, and the Korean and Japanese men and women who are as cool as cicada wings ...... the modern voice, of course, most of them are people from all walks of life who are in a hurry with a southern and northern accent and dreaming of making a fortune! They make the wide street crowded, shoulder to shoulder, traffic ** at the intersection is difficult to choose their own smooth road, must helplessly accept the silent sign of the traffic light! 
On the last day of the 2010 Asian Games in Guangzhou, I sat high above the main venue in Haixinsha, overlooking the passionate crowd waving the national flag in the stands, holding glow sticks and smiling the brightest smiles of the night. Volunteers from colleges and universities are mobilizing the cheerleading team to practice with sign language, the mountains and tsunamis created by civilized human beings are uniform, and the tranquil Pearl River water is reflected by the electric light of science and technology into unpredictable turbulent waves, which seem to be engulfing the elated crowd and tearing them out of the colorful waves. **The arrival of the prime minister made Haixinsha's passionate night a small climax, and thousands of pairs of eyes were like blooming searchlights, condensed in the C seat of the guests at the bottom of the stands. From a distance, the light of the spotlight is soft and sweet, and it seems that he has seen nothing and nothing clearly, but I believe that countless people proudly declared that he had seen the prime minister of a big country in Haixinsha! When the mourning flowers in front of No. 80 Hongxing Road, Anhui Province bloomed into a sea of flowers, I tried my best to recall the vague figure of Haixinsha C, his pride and joy came from the prosperity of China, tired but belonged to himself who did his best, he used his tired body to wake up the clarion call for national rejuvenation and a happy future! Later performances have vague memories. I have enjoyed Mr. Li Shuangjiang's colorful red classics, and the popular or popular reputation is just a good name, just like a child playing at home. They will be twisted and deformed, and under their influence, I will often hear monkeys sighing in the trees and birds complaining in the sky for no reason. When the popular Korean pop star Rain and the Japanese kimono culture were showing, my consciousness artificially began to go into a dormant state, and I only focused on the grandest scene of this night in Asia, deliberately ignoring all the details in my consciousness! I will remember the last years of the 20s, when I was a very exemplary stair-climber, carrying my grandson downstairs and up the stairs every day. The first floor was climbed, a few years later it began to climb a sixth floor not far away, and two years later a new seventh floor was replaced. I have thought more than once about why the window city of reform and opening up still retains so many outdated staircases, which do not have modern garden-style community yards, and stand independently on both sides of the road, opening the iron gate on the ground floor, which is a busy road or street. I have been to the place of Xiatang several times, and it is full of black Africans, who wander the narrow streets in groups of three or five, and the smell of the smell is like entering a natural dye workshop. There is a winding line of old buildings, I tried to walk in, like entering a maze, only to really appreciate what is called and narrow and winding paths, what is called swimming dragons and snakes. I marveled at the imagination and creativity of the people of that time, who were able to create termite nest-like nests in the gentle land, and that primitive style is most likely to hide dirt in the crowded modern city. Later, I finally figured out why they were able to preserve, not only as a residential building, but also as a great cultural heritage that cannot be renewed. It is on these foundations that modern civilization has evolved. One day in a certain month in 2024, like the first step of the Long March, after climbing the old building for several years without hesitation, I finally completed a certain mission entrusted to me by life. Although there is still a lot of work to go on, before taking the second step, I must stop, lie down in bed No. 6 in a first-class tertiary hospital, receive several penetrations and irradiation of magnetic resonance B ultrasound X-rays, obey the rigid orders of the angels in white, take off all my underwear, change into surgical pants with slits to the end, and accept their ruthless and professional scalpels to cut flesh and bones. There are two times in my memory, the first time the impression is blurred, after the anesthetic enters the lumbar spine, my consciousness immediately enters a state of chaos, and then I am completely unaware of what happened in my left leg, so that when I am fully awake, my consciousness is still stuck in the initial scene after entering the operating room. At that time, the great Dr. Zhang (at least I felt it when my knees ached) was dressed in a white "battle suit", and beside him gathered several white-clothed "warriors" who were also angelic and holy, some of them were fair-skinned and beautiful, some of them were strong-blooded, but in front of Dr. Zhang, they all showed reserved and humble expressions. I lay on the operating table, waiting for the process to come, but the anesthetic immediately sent my consciousness into the Chaos Module. 
What I remember most is the second time, the same great and serious Dr. Zhang, the same professional and exquisite angel in white, and the same anesthetic into the lumbar ....... It's just that the feeling after that is completely different, and I can clearly feel the tension and order of the operation, and I can hear decisive commands or repeated dialogues. After the arthroscopy entered my knee, I gritted my teeth and endured the dull pain from the nerve endings, and at this moment Dr. Zhang seemed to be holding a scalpel instead of a scalpel, but a shovel in the hands of a quarry worker, and he was struggling to shovel off the hard stones again and again. By this time, my clenched teeth had already made a rumbling sound, and an elderly doctor kindly and kindly comforted me, and insisted that it would be over immediately. At that time, I was guilty of nerdness again, and I corrected him with my expression, since I didn't need to insist on it right away, but I knew in my heart that he was comforting me with a white lie, thank you, doctor. In fact, I don't need anyone to comfort me, and I have to bear the pain of my own illness. At that time, I was thinking that the great Grandpa Mao and countless martyrs could heroically walk the 25,000-mile Long March, what is my pain. Whenever difficulties come, I always think of Grandpa Mao and his family who sacrificed their lives for the country, and if there will be a great long march in life, I will be the first to sign up. I often open the map to find a place called Shaoshan Chong, surrounded by green mountains, green as the old adobe houses, the tall and majestic bronze statues, and the six relatives who bravely sacrificed their lives for New China......They are the most sacred spiritual symbols and totemic ...... in the minds of Chinese people. When I finished writing this, my consciousness appeared the lake in the green water and green mountains, the towering Zhongshan Monument, and the "Quartet Fort" witnessed by the Guangzhou people's resistance to the British lying quietly on the top of Yuexiu Mountain! They are like ragged explorers along the way, but they have not found the right direction for self-redemption. Only the miraculous heroic Red Army under the leadership of Grandpa Mao sowed the seeds of national liberation and hope in the snow-capped mountains and meadows. Since then, the mountains and rivers have taken on a new look, and the rivers and mountains are so delicate that countless heroes have bent their waists; Count the romantic figures, but also look at the present day. There are also magnificent poems of Grandpa Mao! I have climbed Yuexiu Mountain in Yuexiu Park several times before, and I know the history and prosperity of each place very well. I feel that Yuexiu Mountain is the witness and epitome of national rejuvenation, the Guangzhou Museum that has gone through the past and future life of the flower city, the Zhenhai Tower that stands in the evening drum and morning bell, the unique stone statue of the five sheep, the clear and clear lake water of the East and the South and the North ......, the continuous mountains covered with greenery, the pavilions and historical relics hidden in the greenery, the artificially paved various steps or pedestrian walkways, and the artificially cultivated verdant grass and flowers, all of which add an intoxicating modern garden style and cultural charm to Yuexiu Mountain! One day in 2020, I heard the word "cloud road" for the first time, and I knew that it was an artificially created pedestrian passage connecting Yuexiu Park, Sculpture Park, Luhu Park, and Baiyun Mountain Natural Scenic Area. As the name suggests, it will definitely be like a rainbow in the sky, connecting the many tourist attractions in the flower city. In fact, it is the crystallization of the artistic creations of many construction and bridge experts and ordinary laborers in Guangzhou. On a sunny day, I stepped on the cloud road, and the cloud road was indeed a rainbow, a brilliant and colorful rainbow, and its structure was far beyond the simple shape and charm of the natural rainbow. It is sometimes like a dragon swimming in the col of green trees and flowers, and sometimes flying in the air between the towering two peaks, sometimes circling in the waist of the peaks and peaks, giving people the artistic effect of "the mountains and rivers are poor and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village". Cloud Road is the perfect combination of modern civilization and natural scenery! Intoxicated by the natural customs and modern civilization of the beautiful mountains and rivers of the southern country, I often think of the old adobe house that was common in the old days in the distant Shaoshan Mountain, the place where the Chinese nation relied on to turn the world upside down. Today, we know that we are going to the first, and we must understand that we are coming from. It is said that Huacheng is not far from Shaoshan, and the high-speed rail takes six hours, and it takes about a week to walk. Then choose to hike, is it difficult for a week? It is a little more difficult than the pampered leisure class, but it is a happy and pleasant trip compared to the Red Army soldiers who are hungry for the grass roots and bark and the Red Army soldiers who are hungry and march forward in the rain of bullets. Only by finding the most appropriate point of integration between history and reality can the Chinese nation always maintain a sober mind and high morale. "No matter the wind blows and the waves blow, it is better than a leisurely stroll", "Walking all over the Qingshan people are not old, and the scenery is unique here", and remembered Grandpa Mao's famous poem when he was at the trough in 1934.
About the Author:Dang Wenli, a senior middle school teacher, a literature lover, has published many essays. 
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