Outdated folk tunes in the yellow calendar

Time flies, time flies. After years of experience, many things have already drifted away in the wind, but there are always some unforgettable memories that remain and accumulate, lingering ... The different kinds of kitchen smoke that once haunted my hometown have been deeply integrated into my mind and come back to my eyes from time to time.

When I was very young, I followed my father to Longfeng Town in Songnen Plain. He was looking for oil in the beautiful south of China. As a result, I have formed an indissoluble bond with this beautiful town, and I have a feeling that I can't give up. I have small-town feelings in my veins. My character is rough and resolute, and my memory is always marked by the smoke from a small town.

In my numerous associations, cooking smoke is an indispensable part of my hometown. A hometown without cooking smoke is almost unimaginable. Hometown without cooking smoke will lose its vitality and warmth. How much warmth does Tao Yuanming's pastoral scenery bring to people's hometown? "Chai Men is silent and fragrant, and the mountain village is full of fireworks and spring rain." How many people have been moved by the wonderful artistic conception described in Tang poetry? But the smog in Longfeng Town is not as beautiful and romantic as the poet described. It is full of my helplessness and hope. ...

I remember that year, our family first came to northern Xinjiang with my father. It was late autumn, and in the depths of the vast grassland, the hurried train left our family at the edge of the railway station, leaving only a small room. There are no decent roads and houses here. The bustling place is a crisscross road, and several bungalows are surrounded by wasteland. I clearly remember that I was catching up with the continuous autumn rain. The roads were muddy and difficult, and several oil refining towers without walls in the distance seemed so lonely and thin. ...

It was at the beginning of oilfield development and construction, with a wasteland at the foot and a blue sky above, so it can't be called a town. Not only is there no decent residence here, but what is even more annoying is that cooking and heating are all based on local materials to burn crude oil, and every chimney emits thick black smoke. In other seasons, it is easy to say that in winter, my mother always looks sad and helpless when cooking. Because there is moisture in the crude oil, it is stuffed into the kang stove when heated, and the smoke does not catch fire. When cooking, the room will be filled with smoke, making my mother cough and cry. At that time, I was ignorant and didn't know how to share my mother's difficulties. Whenever my mother asked me to add crude oil to the kang stove when cooking, I made excuses to run away, because I really couldn't stand the smoke.

As the saying goes: "people are iron rice steel, and they will be hungry if they don't eat a meal." For the sake of three meals a day for the whole family, mother must surround the cooking table with rising smoke day after day and endure the unbearable smoky fire. Those smoky life scenes are still very clear in my memory, although they have passed dozens of long spring and autumn.

At that time, there was a big oil pit in front of every house. Every winter, my father and his uncles go to the oil bubble on Dadianzi, which is far away, to dig crude oil, and then come back to unload the crude oil into a huge oil pit. When summer comes, the crude oil melts in the scorching sun, and it will drip everywhere, making it difficult to walk. Because everyone burns crude oil, crude oil can be seen everywhere in our family area. Children are playful. If they are not careful, they will get oil on their shoes and clothes, and it is difficult to remove them. The children's trousers were covered with traces of crude oil. In the evening and early morning, the town will be shrouded in black smoke. Children's faces are hard to wash. Their faces are black. Even sparrows flying over the dragon and phoenix are black. ...

This thick black smoke has brought me infinite homesickness. From this perspective, the smoke in my hometown is not only milky white and warm, but also bitter and heavy. The smoke in the kitchen of Longfeng Town seems to have been poetic and swaying, becoming a long and helpless sigh of mother. The thick black smoke rising over the town reminds me of the simple and warm maternal love, and also makes me see the strong and forbearing figures and dignified lives of all rural mothers, which makes me have a strong desire in my heart, that is, when can I see the beautiful picture of the smoke curling in the poems and songs?

I was born in a small mountain village on the bank of the Yellow River in the Central Plains surrounded by green. There are green mountains and green waters here, just like the Miao people's cottage. There is a defensive high earth wall with rich green trees around the village. In front of the village is a ribbon river winding into the distance. ...

Whenever my sister and I go to the fields, the smoke from the kitchen chimney will rise over the small village full of sunset clouds, which will bring me beautiful reverie. Villages, kitchen smoke, rivers and mud flutes constitute a beautiful picture, especially the attractive kitchen smoke, which stayed in my innocent childhood.

All this in Longfeng Town in northern Xinjiang is in sharp contrast with the beauty in southern China. Is it necessary for oil people to live like this? Countless oil seekers from all over the world come with dreams, visions and the future of the whole family. The smog in a small town contains life and the suffering of oil people. How many nights can only be used to count the stars in the sky? The dark sky is depressing. People here seem to be homeless vagrants, and their lives are polluted by thick black smoke. ...

The times are progressing and the society is developing. If dragons and phoenixes really take off, it will still be in these years of reform and opening up. The spring breeze and spring rain of reform and opening up have made great changes in Longfeng Town. With the rapid development of economy, urban construction has also risen rapidly. Longfeng Town has built many buildings and spacious Majie Road, and businesses have sprung up like mushrooms after rain ... In just a few decades, buildings are row upon row, and the residential environment is beautiful and comfortable. The town has entered the ranks of modernization and become a truly beautiful petrochemical city. Small towns attach great importance to environmental protection. Longfeng Wetland, the only urban wetland in China, has become the home of birds. The lake is clear and flowing, with trees on both sides of the road ... It has become a green and oily city, a city with natural lakes, a city in green and a lake in the city. The sky above the town is blue, the water is clear, the grass is green, and people's faces are rippling with happy and satisfied smiles.

Times have changed so much that it is hard to imagine without being there. Even in the nearby village where I live, the plant straw, once the only fuel, has quietly withdrawn from the historical stage and been replaced by convenient, fast and economical biogas. Women in the surrounding countryside no longer have to worry about burning firewood. All the girls and boys are clean and fresh. Farmhouses that used to be full of smoke and clutter have also become clean and fashionable. In addition to using biogas, every household also uses clean tap water, and there are some beautiful photos of city life in the village. These changes have undoubtedly shocked my soul. I used to be a rural person, but now I am a city person.

In the home of Longfeng Town where I live, liquefied gas tanks have replaced burning crude oil for the first time, and cooking and cooking no longer need smoky fire. Nowadays, natural gas pipelines have been laid to households, and every household uses natural gas for cooking. With the progress and rapid development of society, the village in the city has disappeared, which makes the urban air more and more fresh. Every year, the air quality index is above 330 days, reaching the level of the European Community. Not only is there no thick black smoke over Longfeng Town, but even the milky kitchen smoke is rare. ...

The swaying of kitchen smoke is my hometown, but now it seems to be an outdated old almanac. With the progress of society and the rapid development of Daqing Oilfield, cooking smoke, as an inseparable part of villages and towns, and as an important certificate to protect my hometown, has gradually faded out of Longfeng Town where I have lived for many years. This quiet change makes me feel gratified, more of a surprise and happiness.

A city full of spring scenery. Water and sky are the same color, and hundreds of lakes embrace each other warmly. The oil-covered capital is green and boundless ... The motherland is a vast country.

Only when every cell, small village, small town, fishing village … becomes rich can the prosperity of the motherland be realized. Longfeng Town, you are just a small corner of the magnificent rivers and mountains of the motherland, but in my eyes, you have unfolded a beautiful picture of the great motherland that is changing with each passing day for me. Together with the smoke in my memory, it is full of affection and profound meaning now.

Farewell, smoke in memory. May Longfeng Town, the hometown that has nurtured me and condensed my too much love, become more beautiful and prosperous with the pace of reform and forge ahead, so that people who have worked hard for China's oil industry can enjoy more joy, sweetness and peace!