There is Dihua at the southern foot of Qinling Mountain, Xi 'an at the northern foot of Qinling Mountain, and the road is about 300 miles on Qinling Mountain. The big worm in the world is a tiger, the long worm is a snake, and people are really walking worms. For decades, I have lived and written in Dihua and Xi 'an, and this road has been repeated back and forth.
My father told me that when he was in his teens, he went to Xi 'an to study. He walked for seven days, and worn sandals were everywhere along the way. He thought it was dog days, and the stone was too hot to bite his hand. Later, he learned that the stone had bitten his hand for three or nine days, and he dared not touch it. When he touched his skin, it stuck. When I was studying in Xi 'an, with expressway, a county could have a shuttle bus every day, but it was very difficult to buy tickets. On the first day, I have to rush from Dihua to the county seat, and queue up at the station to buy tickets at night. The window glass of the shuttle bus is never complete, and it can be tolerated in summer. In winter, the wind blows in and countless knives fly in the air.
The maximum speed is 40 miles per hour. When you shake on the winding mountain road, your head will faint. Soon, someone will get carsick. The person in front will vomit at the window, the wind will blow the dirty things to the back window, and then you will start shouting. The driver roared: don't make any noise! Everyone knows that husband and wife are sharing weal and woe, but passengers and drivers are sharing life and death. If you make a noise, it will affect the driver, so you will stop talking immediately.
The road is too narrow and steep, the ice is slippery, and the car has to stop several times. Either it needs to hang a snow chain, or it is broken. The driver climbed under the car and lay on his back, showing his legs. Under the main peak of Qinling Mountain, that place is called Heilongkou, which is a place to eat at a fixed point. Passengers in cotton-padded jackets and trousers have been crowded together like carrots. If they want to get off the bus, they will get numb and have to rub their legs. I just raised a leg, and the person next to me said, that's my leg. I said, where are my legs? I feel like I have no legs. It is not until dark that the car can enter Xi 'an and unload the luggage from the roof. Everyone is saying, hey, have a nice day! Because cars often turn over on the Qinling Mountains, the dead are frozen stiff in the ditch, so they don't need to be lifted, just like rafters.
In the early 1990s, this road was rebuilt. It was no longer a sandy road, but was paved with asphalt, and it was very wide. When the cars met, they didn't slow down and stop, but flashed their lights. In the past, there were few cars, and when harvesting wheat, farmers spread out the cut wheat and ground it, followed by dogs. There are fewer and fewer wolves, even fewer rabbits, but cars keep going around the clock.
Every village on the roadside has been killed, but when the car was still far away, it just passed halfway across the road, but the car came and ran over in an instant. In the past few years, five people in Dihua have been run over and killed. The villagers said it was a sacrificial road, and people had to sacrifice for big projects. In the past, two or three drivers in Dihua started the shuttle bus in the county transportation company, which was glorious and glorious. They parked their cars on the side of the road and took wine and meat home. Put on the fur collar cotton-padded clothes without wearing them, and the wind seems to be going to heaven. People along the way smile and greet you when they see you? Everyone bowed their backs and secretly begged to take a person to the provincial capital for air tomorrow. But now, expressway gets on all kinds of cars, and even some people in Dihua buy private cars, only to know that driving is easy. Almost as long as it's a dog, you can climb into the car and drive.
I travel from Xi 'an to Dihua more than a dozen times a year and pass by Languan. I feel sorry for Han Yu, who is trapped in Languan by snow, and I feel very happy. I took the bus for three and a half hours.
After 2000, railway construction began. Dihua people have heard of trains, but have never seen them. On the day of opening to traffic, families were informing relatives in other villages to come, which was as lively as a meeting. At noon, the west side of the railway was crowded with people. As soon as the train came, a man shouted, Here we go! Everyone seems to be shouting the welcome slogan: coming! When the train passed by, a man shouted, let's go! Everyone is shouting slogans again: let's go! But they are still beating gongs and drums. Ten days later, I returned to Dihua, and an old man next door mysteriously said to me, do you know what the train said when it passed Dihua? I said: Say what? He imitated the voice of the train and said, Dihua! Not poor! Not poor! Not poor, not poor, not poor I laugh, and he laughs. The teeth in my mouth fell out, and when I installed my dentures, the denture bed smiled.
With the train, I never took the train back to Dihua again, because a expressway began to be repaired soon after the train left. That's an eight-lane road. Clean and can dry bean jelly. The villagers call this road golden road, which is said to be paved with bundles of RMB, and wonder how the country is so rich! Every evening, the railway behind the village gets on the train, and the goods are moving like a series of hills. Some villagers are singing Qinqiang opera, and some are playing Huqin at the door. The whistle of the train is not music, but it drowns out all the music. After the train, there are always three or five people eating old bowls and looking at the road in front of the village. The cars coming here are all white, and the cars in the past are all red, so the two lights run relatively. They regretted that expressway had a hard time. Whose dog was curious, got through the barbed wire and went in, but ran along the road in a muddle, and was soon run over and killed, with a pool of meat stuck on the road. For the first time, I took the expressway back to Dihua, didn't take a nap, and still twisted my head to look at the scenery outside the window. The car stopped suddenly and the driver said, here we are. I said, are we there yet? Some don't believe it, but my brother is standing in front of my hometown, and he is smiling at me. I looked at my watch. It was only an hour and a half. Since then, I prefer to go back to Dihua from Xi 'an. I often call my brother and say I'm going back. Brother asked: What do you want to eat? I said: noodles. My brother put down the phone and started rolling noodles. He rolled the noodles, boiled the pot and brought a bowl of noodles to the table. I just stopped at the door.
For a long time, I always felt that Xi 'an was getting bigger and bigger, like a big mouth, absorbing hundreds of miles of wealth and talents from Fiona Fang, while the countryside, like my hometown Dihua, was getting smaller and smaller. However, with the reconstruction of 3 12 highway, railways and expressway have been built one after another, and cities and rural areas are getting closer and closer. It swallowed a lot of things from Dihua and vomited a lot of things to Dihua, and Dihua, who was once flat, slowly bulged his stomach. Dihua has become a tourist attraction, with small farmhouse restaurants everywhere. Small buildings have been built one by one, and more people have cars. Even the old street abandoned for more than ten years has been rebuilt, and the price of a room has soared from the original ten yuan to ten thousand yuan. Before Xi 'an's people came, the leather shoes were left at the door, and they could not bear to sweep them. Now Xi 'an sneezes, and Dihua people ask: Are we going to catch a cold? They know everything and have ideas. And I, from Xi 'an to Dihua more frequently, from Dihua to Xi 'an. I no longer feel inferior because I was born in the mountains. Whenever a car passes the Qinling Mountains, I will read that poem: Ah, give me a lever and I will move the earth. Give me a tree, and I can turn mountains and rivers into oases. As long as you are willing to marry me, we will have a nation.