The galloping horse crossed the line, holding the so-called uncrowned king, the rice bowl, for more than 1,000 days. The exclamation in this is enough to make yourself glorious and write a big book.
The food is only a small mountainous county. The population is only 130,000, and the annual fiscal revenue is less than 18 million yuan, which is not as good as a township in a wealthy area. The unit does not have a car, nor does it have special funds for interviews. When you go out for interviews, you can only rely on yourself. The bitterness and helplessness are as long as spring water.
Gomachi VillageGomachitun is the most remote village in the county. It is nearly 200 kilometers away from the county seat, with high mountains and deep valleys, and vertical and horizontal ditches. It has been a hundred years since the village was established, and what the villagers have to contact with the outside world is still the sheep intestine path that their ancestors have stepped on with their feet for generations. I had been to that place many years ago, and I talked about water, electricity, and roads, and the villagers were as far away as talking about alien planets. "Even if you only move one piece of soil, it will take a long time, not to mention the more than 30 kilometers in this bumpy ditch. "When it comes to building roads, people say that. However, it was the same group of villagers who ate grains and were not neatly dressed, as if they had obtained magical powers overnight. In the last year, the village was connected to a water circuit. Knowing that I went to interview, the village chief was waiting at the intersection early in the morning with a rear cart. Sitting in the cab, looking at the new mud that was still very soft on the side of the road and the twenty or thirty meters deep ditch, I repeatedly reminded the village chief that in the end, the car still rushed down to the bottom of the ditch because the soil was not strong. "If you don't spread the spirit of the villagers, God won't send you back right away. "The village chief, who saw me unharmed and bleeding from his forehead, did not forget his natural humor.
According to fatalism, if a person's name is to have some connection with him, then the most appropriate explanation for the name Yang Jinde should be the virtue of gold. Yang Jinde, a 35-year-old who has been homeless for 11 years because of poverty, started from scratch and took two lonely elderly people who had no relatives and no reason to raise him at home since 1994, when his life was slightly surplus. After walking for hours on the mountain road, there were blisters on the soles of my feet, and after the interview, it was raining lightly, but my mobile phone rang, and I needed to rush back in an emergency. Rubbing the hot feet, I lowered my head and whispered to it, "Sorry, guy, I'm sorry for your hard work again." ”
In the face of the drunkard's shouting and killing axe, many adults scattered like flies, but 13-year-old Jie rushed forward. Looking at Jie lying on the bed and scarred, I declined the kindness of many vehicles back to the county and insisted on staying for one night. I don't want Jie's house to be full of guests this night. After a few circles in the village and still couldn't find a lodging house, I thought of the editor teacher urging several times of the manuscript, I gritted my teeth, borrowed a film from Jie's house, supplemented in the corridor of the neighbor's house, when the day was about to dawn, after the last full stop of the manuscript, I collapsed in the corridor like a rotten net, and the old man who got up early saw it, thinking that he had a sudden illness, and hurriedly called the villagers to send him to the hospital.
When it comes to poverty, stubbornness, and laziness, there is nothing like Rob Gori. A few handfuls of thatch and a few forks of the tree supported a nest in the same hall of the four generations. The antimony pot in which the rice was cooked rolled to the door, and Luo Bugou stepped over it several times. Rob Gozhi did not bend down and lifted it to its place. "Robgozhi is not stupid, but too stubborn, too lazy, disobedient, you are a reporter, and you are from above, you say him, he will listen to you. The branch secretary poured out his heart and lungs, and looked sincere in saving the people from fire and water. I was moved, in today's world, when there are many filthy officials and many people are putting their abacus into their arms, I don't see such a leader. I had an extra responsibility, and before I could get into the subject, Rob Gori was already annoyed and angry, and grabbed a rusty iron rod at the head of the bed. I was also a little angry, but I didn't go away, stood in front of him, and said Luo Bu Gou Ri, you listen to me, we didn't eat a mouthful of food from your house, and we didn't drink a mouthful of water from your house. What comes to your house and says this is just for your own good. Don't you think for yourself? Your mother is sick, you don't have a penny to buy her half a tael of pork, you don't have a penny to buy her a grain of candy, a cake. Maybe my words were too heavy, but I thought they were lighter than the iron rod in his hand. Rob Gori put down the iron rod, covered his face with his hands, and squatted down. We had gone far enough to hear him cry like a pig.
Yazhai sat quietly in Xiao Xiaozhu, suspected to be the voice of the people's suffering. "I'm not a journalist, and I'm not moved by myself, but only by the reporters' cries about the suffering and hardship of the people and their dedication to the cause. It is said that military and police journalists are the three most dangerous professions in peacetime. During the war years, countless soldiers and journalists fell on the battlefield; Even in peacetime, what was hit by US missiles was the accommodation area for journalists.
The Buddha said, "I don't go to hell, who goes to hell." When the moral bottom line of dedication declined, and fame, fortune, merit and merit spread like an epidemic, I avoided many camps that sought fame, fortune, merit and merit, and stripped out the true nature of people's inner and soul. If one day, when the fathers and villagers who have endured great hardships and sweated hard and worked the road to prosperity need me to shout, even if I can only fight one or two points of strength, I will go through ups and downs.