Memory of the patrol room

This is an abandoned long-distance line patrol house of the telecommunication bureau.

It had lost its courtyard wall, the vegetable patch was replaced by the concrete floor in front of it, the kitchen had two more big stoves, the mountain wall had two more pipes, there was no more door and door frame, no more window pane and window frame, and even the cement prefabricated canopy on top of the gate of the terminal room was smashed for those steel bars that could be sold for money.

All signs point to a story here.

In the 1990s, with the rapid development of communication technology, long-distance communication open lines became fiber-optic cables, backward open-line communication was eliminated, the land requisitioned for the patrol house was returned to the place, and the housing facilities were also given to the place together. For a long time, the local cadres and masses have given great support to the maintenance of communication lines, and have given great help to the life of the workers stationed in the patrol house. The personnel left, the house to the local management use is more than appropriate.

My father came here to maintain the lines before the 1980s, and I retired in 1990 to take over, and was stationed here for three years. Therefore, it was once a production house and a place for family life. My father maintained the line here, tilled the vegetable patch in front of the house, raised a flock of chickens, ducks and geese every year, and kept a yellow dog. I lived with my father and went to school in the area. The patrol house was more than two hundred meters from the south side of the farm and more than three hundred meters from the north side of the brickyard. To the north and south are taller hills with trees growing around them, and on the hills are villagers' vegetable plots. To the northeast of the hill is the local burial area. Every night, the moon is dark and windy, the trees are shady, the villagers next to the burial ground must go home on the road, the shade is horrible, the terminal room left a light is the local Zhuang neighbors from the brickyard off the night shift when walking the evening dare. Compared to the heavy rain in the city, the wind in the countryside is also very frightening. The Grand Canal to the west of the patrol house is connected to the Phoenix River Shaobo Lake, and under a clear sky, a blue hectare, the waves are unperturbed, and the fishing boats are singing and moving around. If the ink clouds rolling, turbid waves, waves lapping the shore, the boat to and from the end, suddenly lost color. The wind on the water is still so, the shore also can not escape its calamity, scraping down trees, overturned the grass houses ...... However, the spring wind is very gentle, blowing wrinkled fields rolled with fine wheat waves, blowing willow washing the warm spring light, blowing open the peach and plum blowing awake begonia, blowing yellow yard full of cauliflower fragrance ... ...

To the north of the patrol house, there is a curved stream at the foot of the south side of the mountain. The creek separates the patrol house from the northern mountain. When the rainy season came, the villagers were busy planting rice seedlings, and the creek became a "paradise" for me alone. The clear blue water murmured happily and flowed towards the canal, connecting with the muddy water in the canal and attracting many fish to swim upstream here. I carry a shovel in the upstream to build a small dam, quickly run to the downstream creek and the canal to support the fishing pocket, and then quickly run to dig the small dam and muddy the stream, and then to hold the fishing pocket, the fish against the flow of muddy water will quickly turn around to the canal to escape, just into my fishing pocket. Fish jumping in the pocket, white shiny fish belly straight flash your eyes, full of harvest, full of pleasure ......

Autumn is the season of melons and fruits full of garden, as the saying goes, people are diligent and not lazy. The fence is crawling with loofahs and purple beans. The golden loofah flowers attract hardworking bees. The bees flew up from the stigmas of the male flowers and landed on the stamens of the female flowers, completing the pollination of the loofah. There were peppers and eggplants in the yard, and there were winter squash lying all over the place. Some of them were so playful that they actually climbed up to the shelf, where they quietly bore a long, round, snow-white winter squash. Behind the house, leeks, beans and pumpkins grew, and the drainage ditch was full of mushrooms. In the yard there is a well with clear and fresh water. Next to the well, red and golden bananas grew. In the evening, my father used to drive the fat geese to graze in the meadow by the river, and the yellow dogs would walk through the green grass. I opened the gate in the courtyard, knocked the food bowl, a cheerful dangdang sound resounded through the courtyard, breaking the quiet of the evening, guarding the hills of our chickens will be scrambling from under the trees, the grass darted ......

The patrol house is a red brick and green tile building, and every winter it is rare to encounter a heavy snowfall. The snow fell heavily, not over the ditch, not over the vegetable field, not over the wheat field, can not tell which is the field which is the road, as long as not ice prism, the phone line is trouble-free, can not go out, safety first. But such heavy snow is rarely encountered, the perennial snow does not hurt, the fields are covered with thin snow, showing the tips of green leaves, the hills are only half covered with dead grass, revealing a circle of white to a circle of yellow, living like a skirt with water lines to the mountains.

The time has changed, I left the patrol house in 93, settled in the city, 98 years encountered the housing reform, was lucky to get a set of housing, glad I left the patrol house early to catch the last train of welfare housing. As the reform continued to advance, I was transferred out of the telecommunications department to engage in postal work, and occasionally heard about the patrol house side of things, the mountain was flattened, the soil burned into bricks and tiles, the brick factory closed, the mountain founded a shipyard. With the development of the city, the Ningqi Expressway crossed the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal, and the Zhuangzi "Little Phoenix" in front of the patrol house was relocated. Recently, my family purchased a small car, my wife and children reminded me to go back to see it again, Zhuang neighbor once told me that the key to the patrol house is still in his collection.

I would love to go back to see, often heard my classmates and friends recite that there has been a great change there, called the new city of ecology and technology, Zizhi Island is a famous pearl among the seven rivers and eight islands. On the night of my friend's mother's 80th birthday party, I took the time to visit my father's old friend, an old teacher on Zizai Island, who was already in his 80s and 90s, but with cranky hair and a bright voice. From his house to the south until the Wanfu Bridge, the village appearance of the village wild beast has been greatly changed, the former farmland has become a park, the country path has become a landscape avenue ......

Although the night feels good, I still want to come again, come during the day, while there is sunny weather, preferably in the spring when the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

I finally couldn't resist the urgency of wanting to see it again and drove myself to the front of the patrol house. After crossing the Ningqi Expressway, the village that used to be my home immediately came into view. The two sides of the highway are two different realms. Compared with the south of the road, the village has not changed much, although the buildings have been new, farmland is still there. The big pipe that was standing tall is gone, but it is hard to see a few people, the once lively elementary school campus is gone, what can still be seen is more graves than before. The former tall hill has been razed to the ground and filled with cement, the watermelon fields and vegetable fields have been turned into the former site of the shipyard, the happy creek has been silted up, the ditch is full of weeds, can we still catch the fat river crabs in autumn? South Hill is similarly abandoned row of factory buildings, no windows and doors ...... can see that after the shipyard evacuation, there is a need to patronize the patrol house, can demolish all the demolition, including the wall wire lamp head line, hate to dig the ground, the water line across the river also took away! Not in a hurry, take a look at the terminal room, the cable well above the board no longer exists, the ground in front of the door is only a pile of scattered cable outer skin, copper wire has been drawn. No fence, full of weeds and miscellaneous trees, branches propped up the eaves, revealing the eaves board. Maybe it's because it's too high, otherwise it wouldn't have overturned the roof and dragged the roof beams away directly?

In fact, Phoenix Island scenic area and the village is only separated by a Taiping River, the north is Shaobo Lake, most of the local young people go out to work, few people in the city to come in to play, and the lack of development of the highlights, here soon to become a "paradise". Once the smoke, once the sound of people is finally the past "prosperity", Ningqi high-speed canal bridge, is not the local ancestors have long prayed for the "Phoenix Bridge" it? The past has finally become a memory, the good life has begun. As for the patrol house, its historical role has long since ended, or return to its natural ......