The huge machine "rumbled" through, crushing the Eden of my childhood, and also crushing
Grandpa's heart that wanted to be with the land for the rest of his life.
The loudspeaker at the head of the village repeatedly announced that
for the construction of the new socialist countryside,
the farmers here
would have to leave their land and
relocate to the centralized settlements.
How could Grandpa easily part with this
land where his ancestors had lived for generations? Here,
Grandpa's grandfather had told him countless
stories, and here all his childhood memories were stored. In the fields, where he had
spilled so much sweat, all of his efforts and struggles had been gathered here. In the winter, he would sit by the river and watch the methane gas bubbling in the river,
and he would use a tile to throw
these bubbles, and when he hit them, they would make a crisp sound; when he didn't hit them, the tiles would slide along the water's surface
into the distance.
The working group came, set after set, and Grandpa finally didn't turn into a nail-biter; he finally left
that creek, that field.
When he left, Grandpa's tears seeped drop by drop into that
field that once belonged to him.
On the new land, rows of villas have been built, with tiled walls and rustic elegance. Here
there is the Farmer's Bookstore, which contains Grandpa's favorite sermons:
The Great Sage Volume
The Land Volume
Shangmao
Volume
; and in the evenings, Grandma can go to the square to do square dances and twist rice-planting songs? But Grandpa still
is often reminded of that land, that bay of creek, that wilderness that once belonged to him?
A year later,
Grandpa returned to the field where he used to be.
The land here had been connected to ten thousand
mu of productive squares,
Grandpa gazed movingly at the fertile fields.
I seemed to see his back gradually blending into
the warm light. I knew he must be very happy at this moment.
I suddenly realized:
For the land we are fond of,
there may be too much helplessness
and reluctance when we leave. However, we always have to adapt to new environments, after all, "the mountains are heavy and there is no way out,
the darkness of the flowers and another village"
. In constantly adapting to new environments, we are likely to harvest a different
beauty, because beauty is the main theme of life, as long as we are not afraid of change, and learn to look into the distance,
We will be able to find now in front of Grandpa's eyes in the comfort of the beautiful
!