My mind has always been a little uneasy these days, since I came back from Guangxi. Most of them were tired from travelling home, so they went to bed early in the evening and wanted to rest early.
Breeze, cool, not from the side, the moon whirling outside the window. In a trance, I was stunned at once, and my heart strings moved gently with the cool breeze, and my thoughts could not help returning to the town that haunted me.
After a short training in Donglan County, I packed my bags and got into the car where I was going to be a colleague. His warm greetings and introductions came from my ears. I was always not good at speaking and just smiled and nodded in response.
The car meandered through a series of undulating rural roads, and the green and yellow rice fields lay flat among the mountains that reflected the light and darkness. Streams and bamboo forests zigzagged around the hinterland of the fields like dragons. The occasional appearance of several mountain families added a pyrotechnic atmosphere to the world.
"Welcome, Xiao Feng." About half an hour later, accompanied by a cheerful and loud voice from my colleague, I came to Wuzhuan Town, where the volunteer work will be carried out.
I'm not used to it in those days when I first came here. I always like spicy food, but I can't avoid the blandness of three meals a day. I can't resist the tongue wagging words when I'm full of "Trump", so I have to take a walk after dinner to relieve my loneliness. As a newcomer, I feel a little strange and cold here. It seems that there is only the moon outside the window, not stingy with its bright moonlight, comforting the wandering visitors.
Of course, I am not a hypocrite after all. Fortunately, the town is always full of unique foreign customs. So, after volunteering, I began to measure the strange land with my feet on sunny days. On the red river, a canoe pushes away the ripples; On the Baqun Square, the simple and melodious moving folk songs, together with the warm and cheerful national dance, are wantonly floating in the evening wind; In front of the Kuixing Building, the martyrs' footprints are as clear as ever, and revolutionary feelings cleanse our hearts, so that we can still touch the pulse of red history. There are moving stories hidden in the mountains, rivers, plants and trees here, and I gradually become addicted to this remote town.
Think about it. As a volunteer of the Western Plan, I came here for the first time and felt uneasy. What I can do for this place, and how I should do it, are all worries that make me feel headache. After a period of deliberation, I finally got up the courage to find the leader in charge of the town.
The leader is young, approachable, friendly and friendly. He talked with me a lot, about daily life, about work arrangements, about volunteering, about learning and promotion. Although scattered, it has many aspects.
"Xiao Feng, when you come here as a volunteer of the Western Plan, you are doomed not to be a passer-by here. You should remember that even if it is the smallest thing you do and the smallest work you do, this dedication will become a force for the development and construction of Wuzhuan Town. It is because of your 'unsolicited' service relay that the Western World has a different tomorrow and future. " The leaders' earnest words are still fresh in my memory.
After a short period of training, I gradually become proficient in my work. In addition to daily family planning businesses such as family planning awards and support, and the return of new rural cooperative medical system, I also actively participated in the town's public welfare activities, rural environment improvement, fire rescue, and highway crossing card keeping during the epidemic.
Occasionally, I would rub the car of the director, follow him down the line, go to the farmers' homes, and cheer with them. However, at the beginning, I was more of a serious listener. Although it was difficult to "recognize" my ears, my eyes fell down. I stared straight at them, hoping to read some words from my lips.
Of course, after knowing that I am an outsider, these amiable, smiling Ah Nai, Ah Jie and Ah Ge will consciously slow down their speaking speed and try to communicate with me warmly in less fluent Mandarin. I also went down the line again and again, constantly learning the Zhuang language here, slowly mastering some basic terms, and gradually I became a participant from a bystander.
I still remember that I was involved in the fire fighting. One Saturday night, I was wandering around the town when I suddenly saw smoke coming from a farmer's house not far away. I thought, is it a fire? So I ran to it.
A closer look revealed that the firewood piled up in the sundry room was on fire. Uncle A was hurriedly coming out of the room with a bucket of water in his hand. The aunt on the side was a little awkward and trembling. Seeing this, I immediately took the basin in her hand and followed Uncle to fetch water back and forth. After a while, the nearby residents also came here sporadically and joined the fire fighting team.
Fortunately, some firewood was not completely dried, and the fire was not so fierce. Finally, with everyone's concerted efforts, the fire was finally extinguished, and we were relieved.
At this time, Uncle recovered, turned around and said some strong words to me. I didn't understand, but from his grateful face, I probably guessed seven or eight.
"Uncle, I'm from other places, and I don't know much Zhuang language."
When Uncle A heard this, he immediately said repeatedly, "Thank you, young man! Thank you!"
"You are welcome. I am a volunteer of the Western Plan in the town." I replied with a quick smile.
It's past eleven when I get back to my dormitory. After a simple wash, I lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.
This night, the dream is fragrant.
On Monday morning, just arriving at the door, I saw the uncle sitting on the stool entering the door, with a large bag of fresh fruit on the desk next to him. When he saw me coming, he immediately came over and held my hand tightly to express his thanks.
Looking at Uncle A's simple, honest and sincere smile, and seeing his colleagues' recognition and approval, I thought at that moment, this is the meaning of my coming here. (Reporter Li Yanlong, Correspondent Feng Wenjing)