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There is a Yongledian Town in Tongzhou, and there is a banjiuhe village in the town. A Liangshui River winds its way, standing on the Dashi Bridge across the river, and you can see a panoramic view of the fields in Hebei province. This village has many water, trees and lands, which is indeed a treasure land of feng shui. This is the land of hometown. In this land, I don’t know how many generations of hardworking and frugal hometown people have been raised. How many exciting stories have been translated. He Jingzhi, a poet, once wrote a poem named “back to Yan’an”, in which there was one sentence: I didn’t put my hand on the loess, and stuck it tightly on my heart. This is naturally an exaggerated statement when the poet is passionate. But every time I came back to my hometown, I always walked into the field, picked up a handful of wet soil, looked at it carefully and smelt its faint fragrance. Past people said: poor home hard to leave, land regret. The soil of hometown is a hot land with deep feelings. Although I have already left this hot land, my yearning for it has not diminished at all, and my respect for it has become deeper and deeper. Every time I picked up this deep-hearted village land, my long thoughts about my hometown were pulled out of the thread. The tide of emotion seemed to open the gate and rush out. Old people in my hometown often use the words “thin alkali sand WA” to summarize my hometown soil. This is also the actual situation in the past years. However, by the 1950 s and 1960 s when I was sensible, the characteristics of hometown land in my eyes could be summarized in two words: one is the word “alkali” and the other is the word “Wa. At least half of the whole village is saline-alkali land. No place is not a depression. Planting crops on saline-alkali soil, although only some drought-resistant crops such as corn millet and Corbel sorghum are planted, it is only an absolute low yield of one gourd and two gourd. Depression fear of floods. There was a heavy rain in summer, and the water in the farmland gathered together. The original Green field suddenly became a vast expanse of ocean, and the harvest of one year was even ruined. I don’t understand. What kind of strong will Did my ancestors in my hometown survive hundreds of years of hunger? All I know is a folk song often sung in the village in my childhood: half of the river is long at both ends, except that there is no tile house in the small temple. There is another sentence, which is even more harsh: there are women who don’t marry three-tier rivers, and barnyard children are bobbing Ant baskets. The ant basket is a basket that only sifts coarse flour. It is not an exaggeration not to make food in the field, but to eat chaff and swallow vegetables., The villagers can’t even eat enough, where can they build a new tile house? People often say: The Earth is the mother of human beings. My son doesn’t think his mother is ugly, and the hometown people still love this land. In spring, the saline-alkali soil is gray, covered with a hard shell half a centimeter thick. Villagers would scrape the hard soil with hoes and pickaxes, push them home and boil salt. Selling is also a contribution of land. By the end of 1950 s, the party and government led farmers to build water conservancy. With reservoirs, the original dry fields became paddy fields. From then on, the saline-alkali land in hometown was completely expelled. I always feel that the land in my hometown is like a magical magician. Today, decades after the reform and opening up, those sick saline-alkali lands have already disappeared, and those barren beaches, Graves and sand terraces seem to fly quietly to Java. Looking around, it was a fertile field. After the first rain in early spring was dripped, the wet soil gave off a burst of fragrance. Therefore, blind dates sow the seeds of hope, and soon grow water-spirited seedlings. With the call of thunder in summer, the crops in the field seemed to hear the assembly number, and the trees were full of energy, rushing forward. It is said that at night, the sound of sorghum and corn jointing can be heard. But for more than ten days, the boundless green covered the field. This is what miraculous? As for the fruits of autumn, their color, fragrance, shape and taste are really unique and charming. I had a big question mark in my heart when I was a child, how did those ordinary soil breed these delicious fruits? When I asked grandpa, he squinted his eyes and smiled, only saying: Maybe the land master will know. Ask him. Grandpa couldn’t answer it naturally, and Grandpa couldn’t find the land naturally. I still haven’t figured it out yet, but I deeply feel the magic of the land. The ordinary yellow land seems to be a fairy tale kingdom, which can write moving poems and depict colorful paintings every year. Recently, I went back to my hometown, half of the river. I saw my hometown land again. His appearance and costume have changed a lot. The original ridge turned into a greenhouse with fresh green vegetables and bright flowers. The original pond turned into a fish pond, in which Lotus leaves were green and lotus flowers were colorful. In the east of the village, there are fruitful orchards, red apples, yellow orange pears, and rolling grapes, which are all covered with branches. On the slope of the river, beside the ditch, there are full of fast-growing economic forests. The trees are tall and robust, directly inserted into the blue sky. Nowadays, the land of hometown is full of vitality everywhere. With its prosperity, where can we find the original thin alkali sand depression? Immersed in excitement and relief, he accidentally met uncle Wang, the director of the village committee. I would like to give a heartfelt praise: what a big change in our village! The old director answered: the party’s policy is good, the villagers are willing to do it, and the land is awesome. Not the Kui is the director, the summary is really good. Material is primary, and spirit is secondary, which is the basic viewpoint of materialism. Therefore, I want to eulogize the Earth and praise the Earth. Recently, the Party and governments at all levels have put special emphasis on the protection of cultivated land, and arbitrary occupation is strictly prohibited. I think this is the top priority and the fundamental solution. Looking at this vibrant field of hometown. I love and respect the land of my hometown more. I also thought that the serial novel “kneel down to the land” in Tongzhou times aroused my deep feeling immediately. How much love the land offered to people, even if you kneel down, it should be. Thinking of this, I picked up a handful of rural soil and put it into the paper bag carefully. I want to take it home to remind me all the time and remind my family, relatives and friends to cherish the land. Because it is the most precious treasure in the world. Naturally, I love the land of my hometown, and I also hope that everyone in the world will cherish the land, because each of us is the son of the Earth. Li Dongzan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) changed the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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