The wind of upholding righteousness in poverty alleviation

The wind of upholding righteousness in poverty alleviation

Han Xiao Qiang

Inadvertently, I have been helping the poor in Shangyi Village for more than two years. Recalling the dribs and drabs of these two years, the most impressive thing is the wind of shangyi.

The first time I met Shangyi, I came from the wind of Shangyi. 2065438+At the end of March 2007, I received the task of helping the poor in shangyi county. Before I left, my colleague told me that Shangyi is a place with poor natural conditions, especially the local sandstorm is very severe. "There is wind on the dam. From spring to winter, all the yam seeds are blown out, and all the plows are scraped out." "Blow twice a year and once every six months." Of course, I disagree with my colleagues. I grew up in the mountains and saw a lot of wind. No matter how strong the wind is, how much worse can it be?

I packed my bags, bid farewell to my wife and young children, and left Shijiazhuang, which is full of spring. With the distance getting farther and farther, the weather became cloudy and the wind became stronger and stronger, and soon the snowflakes floated. When I arrived at the station, as soon as I opened the car door, a cold wind whirled and rolled snow particles, slamming my eyelashes, drilling into my nostrils and pouring into my mouth. I couldn't open my eyes and choked up, suddenly blowing away my pride and yearning for the new environment before I left, and a little frustration spread involuntarily from my heart.

When it comes, let it go. The days are getting busy day by day, but the wind still doesn't seem to welcome us. Blow a little in three days and a big one in five days. Occasionally, there is no wind in the morning and the temperature gets warmer, which will make me feel that spring is coming soon, but in the afternoon, the wind will immediately remind you that spring is still far away! The apricot flowers in the compound are even more devastated. During the day, it is still blooming in clusters. After a wind, it becomes a "apricot blossom injury". When I visited people on the side of Panshan Highway, the wind was like a stubborn child, blowing hard at the body, pushing people to trot uncontrollably when it was downwind, and it was difficult to move when it was against the wind. When I went to the project site for investigation, the wind brought dust into my collar, cuffs and shoes, and I soon became a local. When I was sweating with the villagers in the fields, the wind would suddenly penetrate my clothes and get into sweat pores, which made me shudder defenseless, causing countless colds and fevers, and I couldn't leave my house for several days with a runny nose. Whenever this time, I always whisper in my heart, alas! What a nasty wind!

Happiness often comes inadvertently. June's Shangyi wind seems to have changed its temper and suddenly became gentle. It blows open the frozen river, green patches of grass and colorful flowers bit by bit, attracting flocks of cattle and sheep, and people who come out for an outing in twos and threes. So Shangyi's most beautiful season comes with the wind! In this season, the early morning wind is sweet, mixed with dew vapor, the fragrance of grass and the faint smell of cattle and sheep, floating in the air. At this time, I always like to stroll on the path near the village, enjoy the coolness of the morning breeze and check the progress of various poverty alleviation projects. The wind at noon is warm, just like the character of Shangyi people, shining straight and unreservedly on people. At this time, the most pleasant thing is to pick some ripe apricots from the trees in the yard and send them to Tian Laohan's house next door, then make a pot of homemade tea, enjoy the cool breeze and talk about the changes in the village. When the interest comes, the old man will also play a famous erhu solo and say that he is happy, and then go back to have a nice nap. The wind at night comes from relaxation and freedom. Countless summer nights, my colleagues and I came back from the project site, tidied up the day's work, sat on the lounge chair in the yard, sipped tea, listened to the wind, looked at the moon and the stars, talked about the vision and the blueprint. At this time, the wind seems to understand our words, circling around us happily, tickling you from time to time and giving you a full body massage.

The most unforgettable day is listening to the wind to relieve boredom. One day in October, I had to stay in bed for a while because of my leg injury. I am often a little bored after my colleagues go out to work during the day. I'm tired of reading, newspapers, cell phones and TV. I can only look out through the window, quietly listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops, watching the wind turn the clouds into various shapes, and making up fantastic, beautiful or childlike scenes in my mind. Sometimes I can't help thinking of interesting places. At night, everyone else was asleep, but the wound on his leg was dull and painful, and he couldn't sleep over and over. He can only pick up a book of poetry with the brushing wind, immerse himself in the feelings of home and country, linger in the leisurely beauty of "the clouds are light and the wind is light in the afternoon, and the flowers flow with the willows", feeling that "Yazhai lies listening to Xiao", and the wind accompanied me through that boring time. On the day when I was able to go to the fields, I couldn't wait to go out, stand in the wind, and greedily breathe freedom and happiness, just like hugging a long-lost old friend.

Autumn has come, winter has come, and it has been two cycles. As if in the blink of an eye. I feel that I have become an out-and-out righteous person, and everyone in the village has become relatives and friends. Shangyi's wind is not as horrible and weird as it was when I first saw it. Although winter is still biting cold, there are still strong winds and sudden heavy snow, but in my heart, it is already another kind of feeling in my heart. Sometimes, when I see wind-driven windmills whirring everywhere, bringing endless income to the poor, I will sincerely thank the wind for its selflessness and greatness. Sometimes when I see the smog and broken charts in Shijiazhuang on TV, I will playfully put a picture of a windmill with blue sky and white clouds in my circle of friends to show off the wind of justice to my friends. Sometimes I go back to Shijiazhuang for a holiday. After a long time, I can't sit still. It seems that the wind of justice is scratching my heart from time to time, gently lying in my ear and saying: Come back, come back! So, I can't wait to go back to the village. The wind of justice has caught my soul tightly.

The righteous wind, with sound, color, taste and affection, has left a mark on my face and my heart, and has become a precious memory that I will cherish forever in my life journey!

(About the author: Han, a clerk of the Provincial Water Resources Department in Manketu Village, shangyi county. )