Love Letter to the Earth

Author: Dong Huihui

Read aloud: Yin Ting

Mountains and rivers suddenly get late, and the world is already autumn. During the change of seasons, the enthusiasm of the sun never decreases, accelerating the growth of all things. The energy that has been stored for a year will finally become brilliant after several brewing.

At this time, north of Beijing, in the hinterland of the Great Wall, autumn is thick. Under the city wall, the mountains are red and the forests are dyed. The fruits on the branches become yellow and red, like colorful paint or sentimental letter paper. Suddenly, the sirens sounded in the mountains, and the high-speed train came as fast as a dragon, plunged into the thick autumn paintings, and became the most nimble part of the landscape.

If the beauty of seasons is the return of nature to the earth, then for the people of CRCC, we have exhausted our youth, dipped in our love for the motherland, wrote where we needed in the mountains and seas, worked hard to weave the longitude and latitude of the earth, and also wrote the most sincere love letters.

This love letter runs through the mission. At one time, at the foot of the Great Wall, we participated in the construction of the traffic security project for the Beijing Winter Olympics with honor. Time is tight and the task is heavy. In the four years of fierce battle, we have to tense our nerves at every moment. Every day we are racing against the clock. Every work has been devoted to our seriousness and dedication to quality. What remains unchanged is natural replacement, but what changes is the traffic map. In the end, Xingyan and Yanchong expressways were launched, connecting a major artery of transportation for the Winter Olympics and drawing the world's attention here.

This love letter is full of responsibilities. At the station hidden on the Qinghai Tibet Plateau, get off and get on the train. After the bustle, the train pulls its whistle and runs away, either for reunion or for dreams. Many years have passed, and the colleagues who once participated in the construction of the Qinghai Tibet Railway have reached the age of knowing their destiny. But when they recall the past, they can't help looking to the northwest. On the land with thin air and heavy snow, they gritted their teeth, overcame difficulties and obstacles, and built a railway network at the highest place in the world. Today, the Qinghai Tibet Railway passes through Hoh Xil and over Tanggula Mountain, becoming an immortal monument.

This love letter is full of responsibility. In the fight against poverty, a road often affects the hearts of countless fellow villagers. In response to the call of the motherland, we took root in the deep mountains of northern Guangdong, the dense forests of western Hunan, Daliang Mountain and the Loess Plateau, and used the fastest speed to open up traffic arteries and turn the natural cutting into a thoroughfare. Now, when the layers of greenery and mists in the mountains and forests are cleared away, the roads like a rainbow come into sight. They hover between the mountains and connect the "happiness line" of villagers. Trains and cars hum happy songs as they rush to the distance, and distinctive agricultural products fly to thousands of households.

Every word does not mention love, but it is all because of love. We grew up in the land of our motherland. Only by turning our love into a driving force for building roads can we be brave enough to build dreams without fear of wind and rain. One road has one road story. Those simple and moving words are our most affectionate confession to our motherland.

(e employees of CRCC)