Essay on Fog Lost in a Country Road

My daughter went back to work in Beijing and drove her to the expressway to wait for the bus in the morning. I have an appointment with the driver at Qing Ji Expressway 102 at 7: 00 am ... If there are no special circumstances, the long-distance bus from Huangdao will definitely come at this point, or one or two minutes before and after.

It starts at six o'clock sharp. When you get out of the apartment building, turn right and turn east from Jude Street in front of the town government. After walking more than 600 meters, turn left, which is the east outer ring of Linjia Village. When the northbound line is less than one kilometer, turn right at the North Outer Ring Road, walk eastward along the North Outer Ring Road for about 1.5 kilometers, and then turn left, and you will reach the main road that leads directly to your hometown nearly 30 miles away.

It's another foggy day. Usually ten minutes away, this weather took more than twenty minutes. My husband drives very slowly and feels like a snail walking. With his temper, he should show off his driving skills as soon as he comes to Kaminooji. Today, visibility is too low. At the sight of more than ten meters, he had to turn on the light and sit patiently, cursing the weather of safety first in his heart.

Looking out through the window glass, the neatly arranged street trees came back in the fog, which was almost countless. Outside the street trees, there should be a piece of winter wheat. According to the season, it should not turn green at this time. Perhaps, it began to stir in the wet snow years later. There are few pedestrians and few vehicles on the road. Occasionally, dim lights gradually came from the opposite side, and the size of the opposite vehicle could be roughly seen at the moment of the wrong car.

There are several villages near the highway, walking slowly behind the car like a dream. On both sides of this main road, when passing by here on sunny days, I remember that there are several natural villages interpreting the story behind time in the warm sunshine, and the old people are generally leisurely on both sides of the road. There is also a large-scale waste collection station, where all kinds of waste daily necessities that have devoted their lives to the historical mission of mankind are displayed blatantly, and some seem to be grinning about their past glory. Sometimes you can see dogs of different colors wandering around the garbage in groups. Maybe they have their favorite food there.

There are several vague houses moving slowly behind the car. According to the time schedule, I guess it should be several newly-built factories. Soap farmers, known as the largest pepper market in Jiangbei, have replanted farmland to build factories and moved their factories to the roadside in order to develop the pepper economy and let the booming pepper and pepper deep-processed products go out, or even go further. The next few rows should be new refrigeration equipment. Hehe, the countryside conforms to foreign trade, and the pure rural rhyme is also related to freezing. Unbelievable! Unbelievable! In recent years, the rural economy has developed too fast, and there are various projects in the world. Driven by economic interests, everyone who wants to go up has gone up, so have those who dare to go up, and those who shouldn't. What their ancestors have never seen, thought or even heard of has now appeared with the pace of the times. With their cutting-edge and powerful momentum, they are eroding the so-called concepts handed down from generation to generation in people's hearts, which are ridiculous and insignificant in this era. They walked proudly in front of people, walked into people's lives, blended in people's daily necessities, and influenced people's thoughts, thoughts, actions and actions. Days, like autumn peppers, are getting more and more prosperous and popular, but like the products stored in this refrigerator, they are getting more and more inaccessible. Economy, first; As for future generations, how do they live? Even their bodies and their lives can maintain the appearance and quality inherited by their ancestors. That's a topic outside the economy, and it can even be ignored ... It's just a guess that all this can be seen in a glance on a sunny day, but now, whether it's a village, a garbage dump or a factory building, plus the fields that are enough to make people look forward to a bumper harvest.

Leave the road and go east. It is a cement road slightly narrower than the main road. The village in five minutes is my hometown. There are more than 300 simple and kind folks here, including quiet Woods in memory, gentle songs of birds in the Woods, yellow, red, white and purple flowers, and thick, light, fragrant and unpleasant flowers; There is a clean river here, with small fish scales rippling gently, and long aquatic plants swaying downstream slowly under the fish scales. In summer, you can fish, touch shrimps, take a bath, dive and bang here. In winter, after the river freezes, you can rub and play on it. Sometimes even if the technology is not closed, it will slip and fall into a river full of laughter. In spring, you can roll on it, lift your legs upside down and pick wild flowers. In summer, you can chase and catch those slender wooden nails in emerald or brown robes. You can also wear green scissors, which are slightly shorter than wooden nails, but you should carry them on your back all day. You can dress up in a short green suit and climb mountains all the time, which is both green and has superb jumping skills and ability. My hometown is a village. There are 10,000 mu of fertile land outside the village. There is a square circle on the edge of the village, which is covered with large and small, vertical, sharp and dry Huang Chengcheng jade bean stalks or threshing floors piled with short straw stalks. There are wide streets and narrow hutongs in the village, and there are green trees and red flowers and low and simple mowing houses on the roadside. That is, I am sucking my mother's sweet milk, drinking the sweet river water flowing in the small river in front of the village all the year round, smelling the strong pastoral flavor and charm, and freehand brushwork the hometown where my hometown folks have nothing to do with wealth for generations. At best, it can only be regarded as a well-fed hometown, but it is a contented and happy family! Here, compared with countless Xiushan Lishui in the outside world, it is really not a beautiful scenery, but it is the most beautiful scenery in my heart. It is an image that is deeply rooted in my heart with the growth of a little soul. This image is the same as life.

Approaching the village, the warm feeling gradually rises in my heart. The gentle wind and faint clouds express the poetic weather under the blue sky. This distance, this moment, everything in my hometown: the old house, the smoke from breakfast, the symphony of pots and pans, and the smell of food that overflowed the door and permeated the old house. It was full of the warm atmosphere of my hometown's affection, and I had already opened my warm arms to welcome her wanderer from afar. I tried to open my eyes wide, trying to find this warm scene printed in my heart through the thick gray curtains. However, all this, clear water, green grass, frogs and drums, cooking smoke, children's lively songs ... at this moment, they are all lost in the thick fog account. Several ponds and dams on the roadside are connected in series one after another from the upstream. On sunny days, they are always accompanied by bright beads. Even if you can't meet her at close range, walking on the road or standing in the car with transparent glass is enough to make people unforgettable for a long time. At present, the hard ice in winter has melted, and the water is breathing hard under the thick smog, feeling a little suffocated. The water under the pond is a little muddy. Some are like rags, broken shoes, broken motorcycle helmets, black, red and white plastic bags, used pesticide bottles, broken spray buckets, and some things that are not fancy. They are mixed together beyond recognition and ugly. Fortunately, it is early spring and the temperature is still low. Otherwise,

I went to the second sister's house in the village to pick up her little daughter Chao and her daughter to go to Beijing, and her little daughter Tao helped her with her luggage and put her on the long-distance bus. Because time was a little tight, I didn't manage to say a few words with my second sister, so I went back to the north-south main road along the cement road with bare coarse stones entering the village, turned right to the north, and in less than three minutes, the car had reached the southeast and northwest, supported by the high subgrade. Because it's going north, I need to take a long-distance bus from Huangdao, so my husband drove the car directly to bridge opening under the northbound expressway and stopped at the side of the road.

In order to catch up with the time, several people scrambled to take out two people's tie-rod suitcases and several bags with large and small backs from the trunk of the car, crossed a trench near the subgrade on the west side of the road, and climbed onto the expressway from a step slope less than one meter wide and about twenty steps on the north side of the expressway on the west side of bridge opening. There is a thin layer of fog and frost on the curved surface of the roadside cement column guardrail, which feels cold and slippery. First pass the big bags from under the bar to the road, then climb over carefully and cross the road with your arms.

Look at the time display on the mobile phone, 7: 02. The scheduled coach hasn't come yet, and it's eight minutes short of the scheduled time. Fortunately, during this period of time, it was enough to climb the Range Rover and generally printed the whole picture of my hometown in my mind, because this Qing Ji Expressway just passed through the east and west in a slightly southeast and northwest direction, and because the road infrastructure was very high, the vertical height was about ten meters higher than the flat land on both sides. Standing on the road, I looked at my hometown in the south, just like looking at the Forbidden City on Jingshan Mountain. On a sunny day, I will have a panoramic view of every brick, tile, grass and tree. Only now, this hateful ghost weather, this cursed smog, has ruthlessly taken everything in front of you as your own! No matter how high you stand and how far you look, it will close your eyes like a magic bag in a wizard's hand, making your optic nerve useless! Originally this season, the real spring has not yet arrived, and the boring winter has not gone far. Although the momentum of the small north wind has obviously weakened compared with some time ago, it still makes a comeback from time to time, allowing people to relive its fierceness. So there should be little or no smog at this time, but in fact there are a lot of smog weather.

I can't see any scenery in the distance, so I have to walk as close as possible to the guardrail and enjoy the withered flowers and plants on the subgrade slope outside the guardrail. They are bathed in the faint fog and hardly emit the new green of life. I don't seem to have felt the touch of a spring girl, but I still don't want to wake up in my dream for a winter. Occasionally, when I meet a flower branch that I can't name, I put my head into the guardrail, which is the news for passers-by to explore spring. Below the subgrade, to the west of the north-south road, there is a sewage ditch with a width of one step in the north-south direction. The flowing water in it is black and smelly, and the source in the north can't be seen. I don't know if it's wastewater from some processing plants. Tao said that there are several pig farms and mink farms on the north side of the road, which can be seen on the road on sunny days, and can be smoked to death on hot days.

There is a slogan that says: to get rich, build roads first, and this road has been built, realizing oil access to every village; Reduced food crops and increased cash crops; Economic projects such as planting and aquaculture have developed, and farmland has been transformed into factories; The dirt road is changed to asphalt or asphalt road before cement road, and the ordinary road is changed to high speed, which shortens the distance between urban and rural areas; People speed up and run fast, and production and sales are smooth; The days are booming, and the smile is written on the face; Dora is running on the road, and the foggy weather is more and more like joining in the fun. I don't know if this is the necessity of the development of the times or the possible by-product of economic development. At present, everything in my hometown: this mountain, this water, this pastoral area that has raised generations of folks who depend on it for food; This wall, this tile, protects the courtyard where countless children and grandchildren have shed countless laughter from generation to generation; This meal, this dish, has infected the smoke of one wanderer after another who works hard outside but doesn't even have a dream of home and home; Also, this you, this He, this villager who has lived in hard years and thrived in incense, they are hardworking, honest and kind ... all of them have lost their trace helplessly in this nightmare haze, their hometown, this wonderful sight, this beautiful impression, this warm feeling, and all the beauty and goodness left by this hometown in the heart of a wanderer who has left her for a long time. At this moment, everything is beautiful.

An episode while waiting for the bus made the bus more than ten minutes late. A traffic police car patrolling the road came from east to west and passed where several of us were waiting for the bus. I thought I wouldn't stop. As a result, when we laughed and said that the road police would also neglect their duties and feel glad, unexpectedly, the car stopped twenty meters ahead. A young traffic policeman who looks less than 30 years old, wearing a uniform and a big hat, got off the car and came over here. As he walked, he took out his digital camera and took pictures of us and the pile of luggage. Approached, politely saluted, and said to the husband who stepped forward to meet: Hello! My husband explained the situation to him, saying that we were from a village nearby, and we had an appointment to wait for the bus here, which was very close and convenient. The young traffic police explained seriously: you can't just get on the highway or wait here, especially in this foggy weather, which is very unsafe. Go down quickly. I said, please do me a favor and go to the bathroom. The scheduled car will arrive in two minutes. He said, no, I'm here. Even if the bus comes, the driver dare not stop. This is illegal. If he wants to stop, I will deduct him 12 points. Peach, who loves to joke, jokingly said to the traffic police: the police uncle doesn't have to be so conscientious! I quickly praised Tao and the traffic police with half-truths: that won't do. It is right for the police uncle to be loyal to his duties and be responsible seriously, and it is also for our safety. The implication is obvious. I hope he will leave soon so that the bus that is coming soon can have a chance to stop. Who knows that the young man is so persistent that nothing can shake his will: needless to say, hurry down. Tao said: It's too late. The bus will arrive soon. If we go down, we won't catch the bus. Who knows, he said very seriously: Otherwise, I'll take you to the station in the city when you get on the bus. Seeing that time was tight, my daughter motioned to one side and whispered to the contacted driver that a traffic police asked him to drive slowly. Seeing the traffic police was overwhelming and unreasonable. While pretending to get off the highway, several of us pretended to open the trunk of the car parked under the road and put boxes in it, while observing the traffic police's movements. Before the luggage was completely released, I saw the young traffic police returning to his police car while answering the phone. I don't know whether it is convenient for us to borrow the donkey from the slope, or whether we have a new task or something urgent. I didn't hesitate again, and I didn't pay attention to our movements. I ran away like a gust of wind. Thank god, it was a close call. Chao hurriedly called the driver and told him that the police car had left and could come. A little after 7: 20, the bus stopped firmly in front of us, and the drivers came down with a Jiaonan accent and put their suitcases in the trunk under the bus. I simply told my daughter and niece who were already in the car to take care all the way, and the car soon disappeared all the way west in the vast fog. ...

Looking at the bus disappearing in the smog and the car passing by suddenly, I can't help but feel a sense of loss: the rural economy, which used to walk like a snail, is always full of pure flavor except that it often feels that there is nothing to catch at hand. Since when everything is measured by speed, many rural areas have changed and gone out, and there is a tendency to go further and further. Even people, generations, are moving closer to the outside world, closer to the economy, and farther and farther away. The ancestors watched the sunrise of several acres of fertile land and made a sunset. Although they only have food and clothing, they are very happy together. It doesn't matter if you go far or fast, just don't get lost in this foggy weather.

I don't know whether the times have changed, the environment has changed, or people's hearts have changed. To tell the truth, I hope that while my life is getting better and better, I still hope that some real things can better remain the same.