Dingjiazhou in Shangrao in Memory

With the development of the city, many wonderful childhood memories are in blowing in the wind.

In my memory, Dingjiazhou in Shangrao went from two-story bungalows and muddy paths to small fields and cement roads and asphalt roads in rural areas.

In my memory, Dingjiazhou in Shangrao has Xinjiang, the mother river that feeds coastal people, and the mountains opposite Xinjiang. Every time I sweep the grave, the mountain will be covered with red azaleas. Later, with the economic development, people on both sides of the strait have more convenient transportation. They cross the bridge instead of rowing every year.

In my memory, there is a brook behind Dingjiazhou Primary School in Shangrao. This used to be my favorite place with my children. We can swim here without fear of drowning. We can eat our favorite instant noodles and share our seemingly "sad" but purest childhood happiness. The path home was full of rice. When we were young in spring, we could see tadpoles in textbooks. I guess it must be.

As far as I can remember, there is also a pumping canal near the road of Dingjiazhou Primary School, which is used to irrigate crops. It was pumped from Xinjiang. A long one passes through the gates of many families and finally irrigates the crops in the field (mainly rice, sugar cane and various vegetables). Our second rendezvous point is here. It is the intersection of the pumping channel and the river below, and there is a small piece of clean concrete floor. It should be because someone often washes clothes here and gets polished. In spring, there are green grass and small trees beside it. In spring, we can smell the buds of branches and leaves. Here we talk about the precautions of girls, and here we are called home for dinner by our families again and again.

In my memory, Dingjiazhou in Shangrao is a day to eat sugar cane every year. In the alley of the village, you can see adults, children and old people gnawing sugar cane. On my favorite day, after school every day, I took my children across the old railway that once had a train passing through Dingjiazhou to bundle a bunch of sugar cane, and I ate it while walking and held it in my aunt's hand. Along the way, people looked at the road on our shoulders, and people were all smiles. Dingjiazhou is mostly green-skinned sugarcane. I usually grow it myself, and occasionally someone sells it. Sugarcane planted by my grandfather's family is a taste I miss so far. Every time I have a chance to go back, I clamor for it, but it will be summer vacation if I go back later, which is not the best season to eat sugar cane. Unfortunately.

In my memory, Dingjiazhou in Shangrao was originally the most idyllic appearance, and it is indeed a nostalgic memory. I like the green hills in spring, Ding Jiazhou, where everything was born, Ding Jiazhou, who was splashed with mud marks when it rained, and Ding Jiazhou, who can feel the smell of mud after the rain stopped. I like Ding Jiazhou, too. He still remembers the snowy winter. This seems to be the first time it has snowed so heavily. It's really fun when it snows. I'm glad that my children and I picked up snow instead of playing. In Dingjiazhou in my memory, it was very hot in summer, the hot cement road on the ground was steaming, and the sun in the sky was dripping with sweat. However, we happily rode bicycles all over the roadway, secretly made an appointment to swim in Xinjiang without telling the adults, and secretly took away the pots and pans at home to make a fire and cook outside. The autumn in Dingjiazhou in my memory is very thin. It seems that we are the only ones who have no heart to play music. We can't forget being scolded by our families and being taken home for dinner. We try our best to get together and sleep together. Autumn in Dingjiazhou is dull, and I seem to remember only the yellow leaves rustling across the river.

Later, due to personal reasons, I left Dingjiazhou, Shangrao, where I lived for almost ten years. From the age of five to 14, my childhood was full of Ding Jiazhou. I think I still love this place. I thought I knew it very well. My grandparents are getting older and older. Every time I call to let me go back, I tell my parents. From their words, I slowly felt the change of Ding Jiazhou. The construction of Dingjiazhou is getting better and better. With the new railway station, the houses in the village are getting bigger and bigger. After that, it was rare to see empty fields. Later, the stream in my memory disappeared. I have to admit that I am interested in it now. My memory is still in Dingjiazhou, Shangrao, before 2007, when my grandfather returned on his 80th birthday. I'm bored with it, but I still like the people who live there. I like the hustle and bustle of every household in the countryside, and I like that I am only 100 meters away from the home of young people.

With the development of economy, Dingjiazhou will disappear completely one day, the traces of this village will be erased in the process of development, and the memory will be constantly updated. Many villagers' houses have been demolished, and finally my grandparents' house, my uncle's aunt's house and the children's house. They have all moved out of places where they have lived for more than ten years, decades or even their whole lives. Grandma always told me that if I didn't go back, I wouldn't see Ding Jiazhou. Ha ha, yes, I missed Ding Jiazhou's last look after all.

Ding Jiazhou in my memory will always be in my memory, although it is becoming more and more blurred. I hope the years will be quiet in my heart forever!

To remember Dingjiazhou in Shangrao.

Myra

20 17. 10.26