There is a joke that in the early 70s of the 20th century, roads were built in the mountains. There was an old man on the mountain, who once went to his daughter's house at the bottom of the mountain as a guest, and saw a car whizzing by on the road, and asked curiously: "* The big buffalo that came is running so fast in the dark, and it is still farting loudly!" "Everyone who hears it is overwhelmed.
This is true of the old people on the mountain, not to mention the children. My house is not far from the road, and my aunt was remarried from the mountains. When her grandson came to her house to play, every time he heard the sound of a car, he quickly ran out of the house to see. Even when he was eating, he would put the bowl down immediately. Watching the car come from far and near, the horn sounding all the way, he would dance and shout, "Woo......Horn ......The car is coming, the car is coming......"Until you can't see the car.
The people on the mountain are like this, and the people below the mountain are similar. It's not surprising to see the car a few times, but if you see a model you haven't seen before, you're still very excited. Once, a two-wheeled motorcycle came on the road, and people all stood in the pingli to watch. Back then, two-wheeled bikes were only occasionally seen in movies. People looked at it and exclaimed, "Yo! The motorcycle was so fast, it flew out like an arrow! ”
Children look at cars, and adults look at cars. Children watch cars for fun, and adults can also use them to keep track of time. At that time, there were three buses a day, one in the morning, one in the evening, which was quite punctual. I went to the field in the morning to work early, I didn't have a watch, I don't know when, I saw the morning train coming, and I knew that I could go back to breakfast. When it's time to cook lunch, the women in the village always say, "The middle train has passed, and it's time to cook lunch." In the evening, if anyone has not finished work, they will say to him, "Look, the evening train has passed, and he has not finished his work and returned to the house!" ”
For us, the most interesting thing is that after the autumn harvest, we saw the east wind carrying grain one after another, speeding through the road, which was really spectacular. The easterly wind, laden with grain, had gone far away, and the dust raised on the road had gradually dispersed. Looking at the empty road winding out of the mountain, I couldn't help but think, so much grain has to be transported to **? What kind of place is that? I had a reverie about the distant world beyond the mountains.
Finally I got back in the car. That time, I went to the house of my second aunt in the market town, who worked in the supply and marketing cooperative, and when I came home, she asked the truck driver to take me along the way. Sitting in the cab, I tugged at the soft cushion tightly, my eyes staring straight ahead. What an amazing feeling it is to see people, trees, telephone poles, and mountains and rivers in the distance, constantly swaying on both sides of the car! So much so that when I got out of the car, I forgot to say "thank you" to the driver's uncle. I rushed to the village and proudly told my friends all this, attracting envious glances. Now I'm a car guy, and that's a great thing!
As I got older, I got in the car again and again, and I gradually felt less and less new about looking at cars. Then one day, I walked out of the mountains in a bus. Now, I also have a driver's license and my own car. Time passes slowly, but some memories cast in time do not. When I see cars speeding by on the city's main roads, I sometimes wonder if those who drive and ride in cars may have been people who were once curious about cars, just like me.