Yellow land I have been to this place.

This is a familiar place, ancient and barren. People created northern Shaanxi culture here, changed the harsh living conditions and survived with Yan 'an spirit.

One kilometer north of Beiguan Street, turn left and you will find Dabaigou. This is a 23-mile-deep ditch, which bifurcates at the mouth of the fairy ditch, and the tiger ditch is on the right. It was called the cultural ditch in the red Yan 'an period.

I was born here in the 1950s. At that time, the farmers here worked and lived in cooperatives. They loved the collective and were very enthusiastic about their work.

My father is a big man with a hunchback. He did not choose to be a farmer. He learned his craft in Mizhi and became a stonemason in a repair shop. My mother is a short woman with a disabled left leg. She comes from Banjiagou, Mizhi County. Her family is poor and uneducated. She only does housework. She raised our six brothers and a sister. Her old man has never been jealous in her life. As long as I can remember, life at home has been very tight, and I always have enough to eat.

One day, I was standing on the alkali embankment, leaning against a willow tree that had been growing for a year, and looking at the team site of team 1 in Dabiegou at the bottom of the slope. There are several big tile houses, and there is a big clock hanging by the stream, which has to be rung for meetings and work. The yard of the production team looks magnificent. It was a courtyard surrounded by earth walls, and livestock manure was piled on the edge of the yard. Under the sunshine after the rain, it gives off a unique smell of cow dung. One winter, farmers buried Xinjiang walnuts in a dunghill, attracting children to steal them. Later, I learned that it was walnut seed. That stream flows from Shenxian ditch and Laohugou. When it passes through the bottom of the ditch, it is really convenient for villagers to wash vegetables and clothes. People call this stream a "river". Later, I learned that the stream flowing out of the palm ditch went to Yanhe.

60' s was the time when I didn't eat or wear much. My family eats bran and wild vegetables. I have a mouth that eats flour and rice, and I cry every day. My parents and my brother eat by themselves and don't take my crying seriously. One spring, my mother took me to the fairy ditch to dig wild vegetables with her disabled legs and crutches. If the stubble of corn stands there, it will trip if you are not careful. My mother and I dug wild vegetables there.

One day, my father rested. After breakfast, he took my hand and went to town. This is my first time back to Yan 'an City, let alone how happy I am. Everything that catches my eye is new. Walking along the way and asking questions, my father thinks I talk too much. Maybe there are some things that my father doesn't understand, so my father doesn't care about me. Because mom and dad are uneducated people and know nothing about themselves.

Walking out of Dabiegou, it is a north street that runs through the north and south and goes straight to the old city of Yan' an. It was on this road that the Central Red Army led by Chairman Mao entered Yan 'an. However, it was not asphalt road at that time, it was completely gravel road. The cobblestone egg pad hurts, feeling that the road is so far away that little feet can't catch up with dad's big feet.

On the left side of the road is Yanhe River, and there are many tile houses in Beiguan Street. Behind the tile houses is the vegetable garden of Beiguan production team. On the right side of the road, except Yan 'an Middle School and Yanzhonggou, there are barren beaches or graves. I'm as timid as a mouse, afraid of ghosts in the underworld! Always holding my father back.

The north gate is the north gate. After crossing Xigou Bridge, you can walk into the doorway. At first glance, the doorway is quite deep, and the walls are made of large and small stones. At a young age, I can't remember the scenery in the city, and I feel that I am going to die. Unexpectedly, in the next few decades, the ancient city of Yan' an always changed its face in changes. The ancient city of Yan 'an, made of tile-roofed stones, gradually disappeared, and the south gate, north gate and Dadongmen disappeared without a trace. What a pity to think of it now! I heard old people say that the mossy stones on the city wall were pulled down to build the airport. Nowadays, there are many high-rise buildings, and Central Street and Erdao Street still exist, but there is no breath of the ancient city of Yan 'an. There is nothing left except the former site where Chairman Mao and the central authorities lived at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain. My heart is full of regrets.

With the construction of urbanization, people's lives have changed. My family hasn't eaten chaff pharynx for a long time, so I don't have enough to eat and wear warm clothes. Our trip is either a bus or a taxi. We can't see patched clothes, rice and flour, and we can wear whatever we want, which is no different from the city life in Xi 'an. I was shocked!

Baota shan is a river that stretches for thousands of miles. She is the mother river of Yan 'an people, and I am a new generation who grew up drinking Yanhe. I can proudly say that Yan 'an spirit has nurtured me. I grew up in a new society and witnessed the changes of the city from tile-roofed houses to tall buildings. Our life is getting better and better every year! Among them, I am also a participant, and I feel honored!

I have been to this place, and I am talking about my hometown Yan 'an.