" Oh, oh." The rooster crowing in the distance woke up the sky in the east. The sky lit up little by little. A new day was about to begin. Xiang Wentian stared at the light that was coming in through the window, and his mind gradually returned to reality. Dreams would always be dreams and could not become reality. Sally's beautiful figure could only stay in a corner of his heart. The memories of that night were just an unreachable dream in his life. How could he return to the past? How could he repeat that scene? If only time had stopped at that moment forever! Even if a meteor turned into a meteorite, it could stay forever!
Dream for the distant farewell cry difficult to call, the book was urged into ink is not thick! His emotions were as turbulent as the poet in the dark night. His longing for his lover was constantly tossing and turning, as if burning his blood. All of it turned into the passion of a poet, as high as a mirror, as the willow branches swayed, as the moonlight was hazy, and as the beauty was vaguely seen, a desire to talk arose from the depths of his heart. He picked up the brush and wrote four lines of poetry on the letter:
Willow smoke, water, like a mirror, smoke in the mirror beauty painting.
I don't know the guest in my dream, but once every ten years I dream of a willow flying flowers.
Sally's beautiful figure was right in front of him, but he could only look at the moon in the mirror and the flowers in the water. Just like Du Mu said," A dream of Yangzhou every ten years ", although the dream was short, it became eternal. He stood up and pondered carefully, wanting to melt his passion into these few lines of poetry. Although his dream was no longer there, he wanted to retain it.
" A dream of a willow flower every ten years ", he chanted softly as he walked slowly. He picked up the brush and changed it to " a sleep of a willow flower every ten years ". It seemed more subtle and more rhythmic than the previous sentence. Or perhaps, deep in his heart, there was a hope that he could relive that beautiful memory when he woke up from the dream. At this moment, he only wanted to express the passion in his heart. He did not know that life would really test him in the future. Ten years was not a very short time for a person's life. However, an unintentional poem confirmed his future life path. It was that kind of " winning the reputation of a brothel."
After he came back from his morning exercise, he had breakfast and cleaned up the office as usual. Only then did his brothers rush to work from home. When he came back from the kitchen, Director Qiu of the Party and Government Office called him over and told him to rush to Asparagus Village today. Deputy Mayor Mi, who had been waiting for him, had to go to the county for something, so he had to go to the Asparagus Village to replace Deputy Mayor Mi. The town's drought relief work was being carried out in an intense manner. The town's officials had to go down and guide the work.
The Asparagus Village Committee was the brigade furthest away from the town. The brigade was mainly composed of people from Asparagus Village. There were two other small villages, which was also the brigade with the largest number of people in Sandao Town. This place was connected to Pseudo Village and was close to the lake. The people here were more powerful and liked to use force to solve problems. This was the main reason why many town officials were unwilling to come here.
Sending him here was also because he didn't like him, a scholar who graduated from a formal agricultural school in the province. Aren't you capable? Well, now is the time for you to show your ability. Director Qiu muttered to himself as he watched him walk out without a word. Director Qiu was a local cadre who had been promoted step by step. He had been transferred to the town by relying on the literary skills of copying materials during the Cultural Revolution. He had slowly become the current director of the party and government office. It seemed that he had basically reached the peak. He was already in his fifties and did not have much ambition.
The excited Xiang Wentian didn't know the reason behind it. Seeing that he was sent to the countryside, it was better than squatting in the party and government office all day. He was either drinking tea or reading newspapers for who knows how many days. There was not much serious work to do all day long. After sitting down for a year, he was so bored that he didn't even have any breath left.
He had been working in Sandao Town for four or five years, so he was no longer a newcomer. However, for a young man from another country like him, although he was working in the Party and Government Office, he still couldn't see the day when he could make a name for himself. He was just an ordinary secretary at work, and until today, he was still a nephew holding lanterns--as usual. There was an additional task compared to when he first came. The party and government office gave him more materials for a good reason. He liked to write and write, and he was also willing to stay at the base camp. He was a foreigner, so he did not rush home to eat after work like the locals. The four people in the office were always the first to report and the last to finish.
From the first day of work, he was a newcomer who had to clean the office. Today, he was still the one who cleaned the cleaning bags. Director Qiu said it well. Wentian was a young man and a resident in the town. It was not a big deal for him to clean the office earlier. Naturally, chores such as turning on the water in the office were also part of his job. Who asked him to be young?
There was nothing wrong with doing more. He was young and full of energy. After graduating from school, he had accepted the reality of society. Everyone started from the qualifications. A little wife had to work hard to become a big wife. There would be a day when she would make a name for herself. Moreover, he was working in a foreign country. As long as there was an opportunity, he would seize it. Therefore, when Director Qiu arranged for him to work, he immediately rode his bicycle to the village committee. He had been in the town for a few years, so he had some understanding of this famous brigade.
Unlike others, he did not think that no matter how strong the common people were, as long as the village officials convinced them with emotion and reason, how could they not listen to the government? Would the common people not understand if they were truly working for the common people? With an optimistic mood and the scorching sun above his head, he rode the bicycle quickly. Although he was sweating, it was a bright day.
On the way to the Asparagus Village, there was another person riding a bicycle in a hurry. He did not notice it. When the two of them got close, they quickly avoided each other. They did not bump into each other. The person did not look back and continued on his way. He shook his head and muttered to himself," Why is this person even more anxious than me?" Then, he continued on his way.
From afar, he could see the pumping station of Asparagus Village (a water irrigation facility built in the 1970s to pump water to the highlands). On dry days like usual, the government would require the station to provide water at all costs to ensure that the farmland within the water supply range of the station would not be affected by the drought. As for when each brigade needed to open the station to release water, the government would generally have unified arrangements in dry years.
As the market entered the countryside, the government gradually opened up this area. There was no longer only one pumping station in the countryside. There were also some small agricultural machinery pumping water. The cost of pumping water from the pumping station was not a small sum. It was not wise for the government to bear this burden every year. These rights were delegated to each brigade, and the brigade decided to release water from the machine station according to the specific situation. The cost was naturally collected by the brigade according to the number of acres of farmland that needed irrigation from the drought-resistant farmland, and the town only took some time out to provide guidance.
When he stepped onto the high slope of the airport, the water channel in the airport had not been discharged yet. At this time, as long as the bicycle flew all the way down, it would soon reach the other end of the station. There, he saw many people standing there. It seemed that many of them had weapons in their hands. At the same time, he heard the noisy voices of the group of people.
He took a closer look and had a bad feeling in his heart. It didn't look like they were going easy on him, but they were gathered together and arguing about something. Could it be that they were fighting again because they were going easy on him? It was no longer news that these villagers fought over this matter. This was something that even the town's leaders felt a headache about. Could it be that such a good thing happened the moment he arrived here?
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