Prose about accompanying the mother back to Yan'an

The rain was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, falling in pattering patterns on the Loess Plateau. My mother and I looked at the greenery in our eyes through the windows of the high-speed train heading to Yan'an, and the picturesque scenery changed. My mother’s impression of northern Shaanxi has fascinated the hearts of us returning home wanderers!

In the last century, my father worked in the Huanglongshan Forestry Bureau under the Yan'an Forestry Bureau for more than 25 years. I studied in Yan'an for three years. This place is not only familiar to my mother and the whole family. , and also put too much emotion and concern into it. Among the many cities across the country, Yan'an is undoubtedly the second hometown in our family's hearts.

My mother is a typical good wife and mother. She worked as a farmer in her hometown in her early years and served as a village cadre. She was kind to her neighbors and helpful, and was a well-known good person in the village. Later, she moved to Huanglong and Pucheng with her father and became a housewife. In order to support the elderly and raise children and grandchildren, her weak body shouldered too many burdens in life. Especially before my father passed away, he was ill and bedridden for four years. He was given medicine, food, and cleaning every day. My mother suffered from physical and mental fatigue, and she became very haggard, with wrinkles covering her forehead. After her father passed away, I tried my best to arrange for her to go to Beijing, Shanghai, Hainan and other cities, and to Mount Huangshan and Mount Huashan. But they all went with a group and there was no chance to accompany her in person. Last week I received a call from an old classmate saying that my child was getting married and told me to attend. I wanted to take my mother back to Yan'an for a walk. My 71-year-old mother happily agreed and came to Xi'an from her hometown that night. , prepare to return to Yan'an with me.

Because of the washing of rain, the flowers, plants and trees outside the window are like fairies taking a bath, and they are dressed up for passers-by to review. They are so green that it makes people feel enchanted. This green is countless times darker than the green in northern Shaanxi in my memory. It is a bit incredible. Compared with the green in the south of the Yangtze River, it is lighter. In this pleasant scenery, the train entered Yan'an slowly and quickly, which reminded my mother of Yan'an. She came to Yan'an in 1972, which is 43 years ago. At that time, my father's work unit organized family members to visit and study in the revolutionary holy place. She took me and the comrades from the work unit to Yan'an in several large trucks from Huanglong County. In her memory, Yan'an is very desolate, full of loess hills, the city is not big, the people are very poor, and all conditions are very backward. Compared with her hometown in Pucheng in the Guanzhong Plain, it is a poor place. I was only about 4 years old at the time, and I vaguely remember following the adults around. Someone welcomed us to drink water in a courtyard. When we walked to the bridge, there was a cart selling fruit. The rest of my impressions were not very deep. That was my mother’s. My first trip away from home. After dinner, the three of us took a group photo at the Yanhe Bridge. My father and mother were wearing simple and neat clothes, and their awe for the Holy Land of Revolution was revealed in their eyes. In the photo, I put my hands straight against the seam of my trousers, looking so naive. The yellowed photo has been kept to this day and has become a permanent souvenir.

The two-hour drive ended quickly. It rained but the sky cleared up, the sun was shining brightly, and the blue sky was decorated with white clouds like a painting. The old classmate was already waiting at the entrance of the train station, and the car moved slowly along the wide asphalt road. After my mother got in the car, she couldn't wait to take in the overwhelming new look of the city through the car window, regardless of the fatigue of the journey. There are towering buildings on both sides of the road, row upon row of shopping malls, endless traffic and bustling crowds. Let her feel the changes in the old neighborhood, and keep saying: It has changed, it has become unrecognizable, the changes are too great!

We were arranged to stay in a hotel in the center of the old city. Naturally, a group of classmates warmly entertained us in the evening. Early the next morning, my mother got up very early. We walked out of the hotel together and turned around to see Pagoda Mountain, the majestic pagoda once again welcomed our arrival. The Yanhe Bridge accepts the traffic and pedestrians coming and going. The mother and son walked in the riverside park and watched the gurgling water of the Yanhe River. The water is not clear and turbid like the water of the Yellow River. This river that runs through the northern Shaanxi Plateau is like a mother. It gave birth to the people of northern Shaanxi and witnessed the most glorious turning point of the Chinese revolution.

Relying on the guardrail of the river embankment and silently watching the water of Yanhe River, I couldn't help but recall the hardships of my father and mother's life. I tried hard to restore the scene of the three of us at the Yanhe Bridge. I wanted to pray to God to let my father return to us. Let's take a look at the changes in Yan'an in the past. Tears couldn't help filling her eyes. Worry affected my mother's mood. She quickly suggested taking a photo by the Yan'an Bridge, and the old man happily agreed.

When I passed through the underground passage, there were many vehicles and pedestrians on the road. I went up and down the steps. I was worriedly trying to help her old man, but my calloused and warm hands were already tightly He took my hand and said loudly: Be careful! Watch your step. I know that my mother, who is in her old age, is always worried about me who suffers from high blood pressure. In an instant, a warm current spread throughout the whole body. It was really worrying for the mother that her son had traveled thousands of miles. She was almost 50 years old, but she was still a child in front of her mother. Liu Hegang's song "Hold Mom's Hand" can't help but linger in my ears, "Hold mom's hand again/I feel so uncomfortable/Mom's waist is also bent/Mom, her head is white/Suffering and tired/Mom is leaving/I I have to carry you on my back/hold my mother’s hand/tears flowing down/although those hands are rough/but she is the gentlest/hold my mother’s hand/happiness in my heart/never let go of the most beautiful waiting.”

When we reached the end of the bridge, my mother looked around to find the place where we took the group photo. She happily walked to a guardrail 300 meters away from the bridge and said: It’s almost done. I should have been here with your dad back then. Let’s take a photo together. Let’s take a photo here today. I hope your dad can come too. The photographer who came up took several photos repeatedly, and enthusiastically used my mobile phone to record us. The photo was quickly printed out. My mother looked at the photo carefully and sighed. I know that she regretted that her father could not return to Yan'an with her, and regretted that her father, who was strong and hard-working, could not live out his old age.

I asked my mother if she wanted to go to Pagoda Mountain? She said her legs hurt and she wouldn't go. I knew she wanted to adjust her mood. At this moment, words of comfort seemed unnecessary, so I walked quietly along with my mother along the riverside park, looking at the scenery in front and on the left and right. The road in the park was long, with pebbles and moss growing darkly, and the footprints overlapped but still greeted her. The ancient trees are solemn, their vigorous and unsophisticated roots are exposed, like the bulging veins on the back of Father Time's hand. The past and present of a city are undergoing profound changes due to the efforts of countless builders. There are many shops in the center of the city, and people pass by. A century of wind, cloud, summer, and cold has come and gone, and it is even more profound due to the infiltration of wind and rain, and it highlights its vitality and vitality due to the huge changes. My mother lamented that she was living in such an era of rapid change and lamented the changes in the old neighborhood. Walking by the river, looking at the scenery leisurely, recalling the ups and downs of the past, and sighing at the tranquility and comfort now.

At noon, a group of classmates gathered together to celebrate the wedding of an old classmate and his child, and talk about the changes after farewell. One old classmate after another toasted to my mother, and my mother happily thanked them one by one. She was happy that I had such a group of good classmates and was excited that I grew up in such an environment. Yan'an is a sacred place in the eyes of the world. For a long time, I have always believed that Yan'an is a fertile ground for thoughts and emotions. Its broad and open mind is a holy land for great men and ordinary people to nurture their thoughts. Yan'an people are warm and kind. Character creates rich and deep friendships for the people who live here. Every time I go back to Yan'an, I feel the emotion of Mr. He Jingzhi in my heart. Yan'an feels like home to everyone who has worked and lived here, and when I leave, I feel the heartache of saying goodbye. Maybe it’s the charm of this land.

Traveling is not only about departure, but also about return, whether you want to or not. In the afternoon, after I accompanied my mother to the Zaoyuan Revolutionary Memorial Hall, I was taken to the train station by my classmates from Dongfang. The train left on time. The revolutionary holy place slowly slipped into the back of the car. The feeling of farewell filled my heart. My mother had a great time, naturally. It has become my greatest satisfaction. The time spent with my mother-in-law makes me feel extremely at ease and warm. goodbye! Dear hometown, goodbye! Dear classmate, I will accompany my mother back if I have the chance!

In the early summer of Yiwei in the ancient city