First day at work

Author: Hu Zhouchong

Read aloud: Zhang Mingxin

At the Xiangfan Chongqing Railway Conference in the late 1960s and early 1970s, there was a special team in the 830000 construction army -- a three line student soldier company composed of more than 25800 junior high school graduates in Shaanxi. Among these dolls, 118 people have their lives forever in Bashan and Shushui, and hundreds of soldiers have dedicated part of their bodies to the 916 km railway line, Hu Zhouchong is one of them.

In 1971, Hu Zhouchong, 17, graduated from junior high school and went to Ankang to build a railway. On April 7, 1973, Hu Zhouchong, the squad leader of the commando, was seriously injured in a landslide during the construction of Lanhe Tunnel. He underwent several operations and had his left leg amputated. Hu Zhouchong fought against the fate, was physically disabled and mentally strong, and insisted on writing. Over the past decades, he has published more than 2000 literary and artistic works, including novels, essays, poems, and more than one million words, and joined the Shaanxi Writers Association.

With respect, promote the work of Hu Zhouchong's comrade in arms, "First, with respect, promote the work of Hu Zhouchong's comrade in arms," The first day to work. "The text is simple and delicate. The feelings of father and mother are exquisite. The love of father and mother is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. The love is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. Mei Zixiang

Mei Zixiang

When winter comes, snowflakes are fluttering outside the window. I stood in front of the window, looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, I would think of the first day after I came back from the third line that year, when I went to work.

In 1971, after graduating from junior high school, I went to Ankang from Xi'an to participate in the construction of the third line and the construction of the Xiangfan Chongqing Railway. Two years later, on the eve of returning to Xi'an, I was seriously injured during construction. Because the injury was too serious, he also had an amputation and a leg suit A prosthetic limb. After coming back from the third line, I was assigned to work in the children's middle school in my father's factory.

Remember the first day of work, when the cold winter months. The day before yesterday, the weather was fine during the day, and I was happy to check the holiday Limbs, prepare for the next day. Go to work. But in the evening, I was not happy. It was snowing heavily. In a short time, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow. Looking out the window at the snow on the road, I was worried. I just learned to walk with a prosthetic leg. I can't walk steadily on a smooth road. How can I go to work when it's icy and snowy? It is difficult to go out, let alone go to work in a school more than 100 meters away. There is a slope in front of the building, and it will slip as soon as it is snowed.

Looking at my worried appearance, my father did not speak. He found a shovel from home. First, he used a file to file the head of the shovel, and then he used sandpaper to remove the rust on it. This shovel has not been used for many years. During the difficult period of three years, the family didn't have enough food to eat. My father used it and planted various vegetables on the vacant land in front of the building. In those years, due to malnutrition, my father suffered from edema, and he often fell down on the way to and from work, which made his knee bleed. In that way, he still insists on going to work, holding the certificate of "advanced producer" every year.

Mother was not idle, tying her big broom with a rope. At that time, life at home was difficult. In order to help the family, my mother went out to sweep the road with a big broom. She sweeps the road in front of the dormitory of single employees of the factory.

I saw one of them fix a shovel and the other tie a broom. I thought they were preparing for cleaning the road of the bachelor's dormitory tomorrow, so I didn't ask.

The father sat on the bench, "rustling" the shovel with sandpaper, without saying a word. Father is a man of few words. He never says what he does. He always supports and encourages you silently with his actions.

Mother sat on the bamboo chair, tied a big broom, and kept talking to me. What she said was all about my childhood. From the first time I smiled, she talked about the first time I called Mom and Dad, and from the first time I walked, she talked about my first dressing and eating. Especially the first time she walked, she spoke in great detail. My mother said that I was timid by nature. I was two years old and didn't dare to get out of bed and walk. So my mother took my hand very patiently, first practiced walking step by step in the house, then walked out of the house, in the yard, and finally walked on the road outside the upper courtyard. At this point, my mother smiled. She said that because the father did not leave her alone, she said that the child could not learn to walk without wrestling. You always hold hands like this, so the child would be so timid. But the mother just didn't let go. She didn't want to watch her son fall head broken and bleeding.

The meaning of mother's words is very clear. She wants to tell me that there is a first time for everything, as long as we take the first step bravely Can go out of their own world. So I made up my mind to go to work tomorrow.

The next day, before dawn, I was awakened by the sound of "Hua Hua Hua" at the door of the building. I opened the curtains and saw my father and mother sweeping snow at the door of the building. Father shovels in front with a shovel, and mother sweeps behind with a big broom. They swept a path to my office.

Seeing this, I couldn't sleep. I got up and dressed for work.

At this time, father and mother came back. Without saying anything, my father opened the drawer, found the tape, tore it into strips and stuck it on his hands. Because of the cold weather, his hands were cracked and bleeding straight out. Father went to work on the morning shift, because he was the production team leader and had to take over the shift half an hour in advance, so he put on his cotton padded jacket, ate dry steamed bread and went to work.

Mother smiled happily, sat by and watched me finish my meal, and then sent me to the door of the building. I walked far away. Looking back, my mother was still standing at the door of the building, staring at me.

That's right. I stood on my stick and carefully walked along the road swept by my father and mother until I retreated Hugh.

(e employees of CRCC)