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? Shoubei's "Three Treasures of Clear Water"

I first went to the saltworks when I was five or six years old. What is fresh in my memory are those big black sal

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? Shoubei's "Three Treasures of Clear Water"

I first went to the saltworks when I was five or six years old. What is fresh in my memory are those big black salt blocks, one after another like mountains. I had never seen a mountain at that time, but the mountain in my heart was like this. According to adults, salt is baked. But I didn't know how to dry salt at that time.

Ten years later, a group of students went to work in the saltworks. In the pool water, salt piled up into ridges and ridges. Our job is to transport the salt to the dump by trolley. Male students each have a car and shuttle back and forth on the salt road. Female students hold shovels and wave them in the water to refuel the car. The teachers gathered around the salt pile, threw the salt on the top of the salt pile and threw it on it ... The teachers said, this is called a "clear water pile".

Under the scorching sun, we dragged heavy boots and pushed hundreds of kilograms of cars, and sweat and salt water soaked our clothes. Salt water runs down the handlebars, making it difficult for both hands to hold the greasy handlebars. Although the garbage dump is not far away, every car has done its best. When I was sixteen or seventeen, I tasted the hardships of salt workers. Watching the salt lump grow taller, I seem to understand the meaning of labor.

After graduation, I joined the team of salt workers and wandered in a 350,000-ton salt field. The pool is clear and the sea is as vast. The workers are chasing the footsteps of spring and sowing the seeds of hope in Yantian. In the beach swimming pool, the blue waves are sparkling, and the silver crystals take root and sprout underwater.

Before dawn, the salt workers began their hard work. Zhang Er's iron rake is like a huge comb, following the footsteps of the salt worker, moving forward in the waves and loosening the salt particles. Salt water splashed on my pants and sweat soaked my clothes. Salt workers can't consider these, and the pace of progress is firm and calm. The sun is getting higher, the heat wave is coming, and a pair of rubber boots have finally set foot on a hundred acres of salt field.

Back to the dormitory, my knees ached, I was hungry and thirsty. As usual, it is a bowl of noodle soup, cold noodle soup. "Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. Take off your boots, bittern and sweat, and unfold. Pants are hard and hard, and you can stand on the ground. After brushing for a while, you can lie on the bed and relax your tired waist. You can squint and admire your own poor ink on the wall. Of course, more spare time is spent reading books and playing chess.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the salt under your feet is getting thicker and thicker. Finally, the salt water recedes and the salt particles are like ice and snow. No need to pile, the salt layer has enough thickness. We don't need a manual cart. We have a special salt field machine. The salt machine is coming, like a hungry person who will never have enough to eat, devouring our harvest. On the salt road, the motorcade was in a hurry. The tall tractor stretched out into the blue sky, and the salt particles were continuously transported up, and then poured down like a waterfall, and the silver mountains slowly rose.

Our factory produces the most salt. During the peak season, a few huge pieces of salt are added every day. When the sun sets all over the sky, the salt-making machine stops roaring, so it's time for us to call it a day. The old salt worker looked at the big white pimple and said with a smile, It's another big pimple. Salt is too easy to get, easier than soil. We can't get so much soil in one day! Although this is a joke, it is quite philosophical and unforgettable.

This is the occupation of our salt workers, and this is "a lot in clear water". The purpose of bringing up the past today is to let more friends know about the three treasures of Shoubei: "flowers that live forever, fruits planted in the mountains on the spot, and piles in clear water."