The surging Wei River flows continuously from far away

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At the foot of the Qinling Mountains, in the Weibei Plateau, there is the Wei River in the middle. It has a long history and flows far and wide. My hometown is here, the Weibei Plain is my hometown, and the south bank of the Wei River is my grandma’s home.

When I was young, because I was only two years older than my eldest brother, my mother couldn’t take care of me, so she left me in my grandmother’s house. Therefore, I have formed an indissoluble bond with the Weihe River since I was a child. Since childhood, I have often listened to my grandma and others telling fairy tales that happened on both sides of the Wei River.

I remember that especially in the dog days of summer, the climate was dry and hot. At night, people spread out mats in the yard. I lay on the mat, looking at the stars in the sky, blowing the cool wind, and eating my grandma’s rice. The skinned melon boy listened to the adults telling all kinds of myths and stories. They said: There are countless stars in the sky. There are as many stars in the sky as there are people on the ground. Grandma pointed to the Milky Way in the sky and said: Every year on the seventh day of July, On this day, in order for the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd to meet, the magpie set up a magpie for them to meet. The stars and moon were particularly bright that night, and the weather was also very beautiful.

Grandpa said: There is Qijiabu Street on the north side of the Weihe River. This place name has its origin. In ancient times, it was a relatively large water transport terminal, which was engaged in grain business, timber business, livestock sales, and Pigs and sheep, cotton and cloth, printing and dyeing coarse cloth, paper and groceries, etc. all go there to trade. It is also a major water transport terminal on the Silk Road.

In a village on the north bank of the Wei River, there was a young woman named Qi who had a pair of children. One year, the Wei River flooded and took away her husband's life. This upright widow never married. In order to raise her children A pair of children set up a stall on the bank of the Wei River to sell water. A cup of water sold for a penny, and they didn't take half a penny more from anyone, but they didn't take a penny from the poor. The widow's reputation spread widely in the local area. After the widow's death, the place was named Qijia. Bu Street.

They said: I heard from the elders that the water of the Weihe River also came down from the sky. One day, it was dark, the wind was blowing, and it was pouring rain. There was a big dragon crawling on the water, and two The big eyes are as bright as two big red lanterns, rushing down from west to east, and this is the Weihe River that has been twisting and turning for thousands of years.

I was a little scared when I listened, and I hugged my grandma tightly, but I still wanted to listen to the adults telling stories. Sometimes, the plot of the story kept echoing in the young mind, and I refused to leave for a long time. go.

The water of the Weihe River has nurtured generations of Chinese people on both sides of the Weihe River for thousands of years, nourishing thousands of acres of fertile land and benefiting future generations of Qinchuan. But sometimes it also brings floods, rivers overflow, causing boat capsizing accidents, resulting in drowning casualties, and some people's bodies are not even found. Every few years, I heard that someone in the village had drowned. At this time, fireworks were lit in front of the Hou family's house, and a red cloth was hung on the door to ward off evil spirits. I felt particularly scared.

I remember that when I was young, my grandfather was a craftsman who made wooden spoons. The raw material for making spoons was made of willow wood. My grandfather went to the river bank to check the size of the willow trees that could be used to make spoons. Then he cut the wood and brought it home and cut it into different lengths. The rough embryo is soaked in water, and then made with various tools. Making a wooden spoon is really a laborious job. My grandfather used a saw, sawing and sawing, and sawed into small pieces, and then used an ax, one ax after another, to make large pieces. The outline is then repaired bit by bit. The spoons made by my grandfather are shiny white and come in various sizes. My grandfather made the spoons by a famous craftsman from all over the country. In today's terms, it can be regarded as an exclusive production. It was a monopoly industry, and very few people used iron spoons for cooking in that era. Only wealthy families could afford it. Most people used wooden spoons to cook. My grandfather sang Qin Opera while making spoons. My friends were drinking tea and chatting about everything. I was picking up scraps and old wood and stacking them neatly. I used them as firewood when cooking. The happiest thing every time was that when I stacked the After I piled the materials neatly, I waited for my grandpa to praise me and say, "You are only seven or eight years old. You work well and stack better than adults." I was so excited about this praise that I couldn't even The yard is also kept clean.

The difference now is that with the development of society, sand embankments have been built on the river banks. A highway bridge has been built on the river, roads have been built on both sides of the river, and flowers, plants and trees have been planted in the green belt. Dragonflies and butterflies are flying around on the flowers and grass, and unnamed birds are flying on the water. Amusement parks have also been set up on the river bank. Every summer, here is a sea of ??flowers, with all kinds of flowers and plants echoing each other from afar. The evening style by the river is extremely cool, and people come to the river in groups to enjoy the coolness and chat. Children were playing in the water by the river.

The woods on the South Bank, which were overgrown with weeds, have now been built into the Western Orchid Garden. There are thousands of orchids in the garden for tourists to enjoy. There are fish ponds, farmhouses, and large-scale orchids. The conference room and Haohua Hotel are often visited by major companies, factories and mines to discuss business and sign contracts. Reporters also come here for interviews. It is currently the only tourist destination in the Jiangzhang area.

Looking at the surging Weihe River, memories from my childhood can’t help but resurface in my mind. Since childhood, my uncle, aunt and others have been pulling weeds together, picking up stones, picking up soft ground and picking up cicada shells together. Some of them have died. Some of them are already gray-haired old people, but I don’t recognize most of the young people in the village.

I have pity on my grandpa and grandma who have worked hard all their lives and Yu Deshui, who often carried me across the river. They have passed away for more than 40 years. I feel very uncomfortable writing this. If they are still alive, I will definitely repay their kindness in raising them. If they are alive in heaven, know that I will always remember you.

This is the hometown that I have been dreaming about all my life.