Night

Just after going out to handle the case with the old director, other comrades on duty had fallen asleep. Only I sat alone in front of my desk and finished the writing of the 13th “colorful rope” of the series of prose “homesickness Diary. At this moment, the thick homesickness flew back to wangjiayao village, the hometown which had been separated for a long time, with the thick night. It has been more than three months since I was transferred to hueling police station, which is suitable for the whole country to carry out the fight to crack down on Rectification. The grass-roots police station is very busy. I haven’t been able to spare time to go back to my hometown for a long time, and I don’t know the physical condition of my mother who is suffering from illness? And crops from hometown? Although it is hard to spare time to go back to my hometown, missing is always like an invisible net winding around me. Every night when people are quiet, this big net of homesickness seems to be pulled and narrowed by the giant hands of the night. It goes through the body and wraps your heart tightly, which makes you think of your hometown. The late rain began to fall for a few days. When they went back to their hometown before the rain, their faces were full of deep melancholy. They were using various vehicles to pull water to replant corn in the Depression. The old ridges in the large area of the east of the village had not been broken, which showed the desolation. In the Tunzi, almost every chimney stands guard and locks the door. On a large area of depression in the south and northwest of Tunnan, some of the vehicles were used to pull iron buckets, some were directly laid in the truck Hopper of four-wheel tractor with plastic cloth, and some were used to pull two big tanks, men and women, old and young, carrying plastic buckets of various colors, carrying pots, were all sitting in the water to replant corn. They were all in full swing with pitifully few little green (corn seedlings) and chariots and horses, form a bleak scenery. At this moment, what I saw last time when I went back to my hometown was in my mind, but the scene of the spring of 1995 appeared in front of me. That year was also a spring drought. In the village, anyone who had the ability to work, no matter the old woman or the young, would go down to the ground to replant corn. My eldest brother and I drove a four-wheel tractor to pull water in a large iron bucket. My father, mother and sister-in-law were busy in the field carrying a bucket and a washbasin. For several days, my mother was so tired that she couldn’t stand her waist. Since the spring of that year, my mother was in a hurry and got angry, suffering from rheumatic heart disease. So far, I have lived in all major hospitals in the province. My father also went to Harbin to seek medical treatment for my mother. It was already midnight, the thick night drunk me like wine, which made me unable to get rid of this thick homesickness. I miss my hometown, and I miss my sick mother more! When this prose just came to an end, the telephone rang in the duty room again, and we received a report of special feelings. Therefore, I and the old director and comrades-in-arms went out to the police quickly. When the case was finished, it was already Dawn, and we stayed up all night again. I stood in front of the office window, looking at the sweet Sunrise rising in the east. I seemed to see the hope of public security in the jurisdiction. If someone asked me when I was happiest, I would answer without hesitation: when I caught the criminal suspect. The thick night testifies: the long-lost hometown will understand her wandering people who fought in the front line of the public security grassroots day and night! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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