My family lives beside the Tanghe River.

In my childhood memory, the Tanghe River in my hometown is very spacious. It is like a light green ribbon, fluttering in this simple and heavy land, flowing all day, telling the past and future of my hometown.

My family used to live by the pond. I see clear water and blue sky when I go out every day. The breeze blows gently, the crops twist and dance seductively, and the wildflowers on the roadside open quietly; You can also hear chickens, dogs barking and birds singing; I can feel the beat of labor and the villagers' warm greetings and blessings. This is a beautiful and true picture of water life, giving people a fresh and natural feeling.

Connecting the banks of the Tanghe River is a small wooden boat ferry in a village on the other side, which charges 2 cents each time, bringing convenience to people in the past. Every day, I can hear the cry of "crossing the river, crossing the river-"and the answer of "coming, coming-"countless times. Especially in the dead of night, the sound is particularly loud, giving people a sense of security. But one day, this exciting enthusiasm and warm voice suddenly disappeared in the agitation of the villagers. The reason is that the ferryman proposed to raise the transition fee to 5 cents per person-which undoubtedly added a lot of burden to the villagers who earned only a few cents per working day. So I sent someone to negotiate; There is no result. The contradiction began to escalate, from quarreling to not letting the ferry dock. Finally, under the mediation of the village, an agreement was reached: a ferry was sent on each side of the river to transport passengers. This calmed a storm. But the villagers on both sides of the strait have been strangers since then. Our children also stopped crossing the river in the repeated exhortations of adults, and there was no more heroic and passionate "crossing the Yangtze River".

Once, a big boy on the other side suddenly swam over and said to us seriously, "When I grow up, I will build a bridge here", and then swam back, causing a burst of laughter. I have heard adults talk about building a bridge many times, but where can I raise so much money to build such a bridge? This can only become the dream of the villagers. Presumably, the villagers on the other side have mentioned this matter many times, leaving deep thoughts in the hearts of the children. Later, our family "implemented the policy" and returned to the city for many years, and we never heard that a bridge was built there.

Last year, when I came to my hometown on a business trip, the floodgate of childhood memories was suddenly opened, so I decided to look for naive footprints. The bus runs fast on the country road. I asked my passenger where Tanghe Ferry was. Someone in the car smiled and said, "that's the old almanac." We have evacuated the ferry to build the bridge. This bus must go there, and I'll remind you to get off. "

In my anxious mood, the bus finally stopped on a bridge. This is my heart, no, is it a bridge in the hearts of villagers on both sides of the Tanghe River? The wide bridge deck connects the straight and flat rural roads on both sides, shortening the distance between the countryside and the city. The Tanghe River is very quiet, and occasionally ships pass by, caressing the banks with waves, giving people a warm charm. The village in my hometown has become a clean residential area, and the wishes of the villagers have flown to a higher level in the ever-changing social changes. I have an irresistible impulse to shout at Tanghe: "Tanghe, I'm back ..."

The shouts attracted several villagers, one of whom looked at me carefully and asked, "Aren't you the little educated youth who used to live in that red house by the pond?" I recognized him, he is a ferryman on the other side! I held his hand tightly and said excitedly, "Yes, my family lives by the pond."