Chapter 22 Chapter One

Heigelongou died, on a freezing day a few years ago.People buried it, buried it deep in the ground.On the day of burying it, dry and cold snow was flying all over the sky, and the furious north wind was like a hungry beast, rushing and roaring, rampaging on the gray-black land paved with coal gangue. Open your eyes.However, people did not stop the funeral procession.The tall derrick was full of people, the tall sky wheel, tons of steel beams and iron pillars were dismantled, rumbled, crashed, and dumped on the ground, and the steel collided with the frozen ground to make a loud noise , overwhelmed the din of the wind.Masons sealed the wellheads of two vertical shafts and one inclined shaft with reinforced concrete.Twenty degrees below zero, the concrete is mixed with hot boiled water.Several wellheads were burning with flaming fires that never went out all night, and melted snow flowed under the old sleepers...

Everything is going its own way amidst the noise and chaos.The tweeter of the temporary broadcasting station repeatedly broadcasts notices, notices, and notices one after another; dozens of large trucks of different specifications and models carry equipment and equipment, and enter and exit several gates in the mine; the sound of car horns , The curses of the people and the roar of the north wind combined into a powerful sound wave, roaring and rolling around the mining area.Waste paper was floating in the sky, and waste was thrown on the ground; the pulleys and supporting wheels of the belt conveyor were lying on the muddy road; the nose of the plow was like a warship about to sink, exposed in the snow that almost buried the whole body A corner of cold and hard steel... Only two tall gangue hills stand quietly on the side, as if they are keeping a filial piety for Heigedigou.

Heigelongou died like this, and people buried it in a hurry.Reinforced concrete buried tens of thousands of meters of roadways, the miracle created by generations of blood and sweat forever underground.From the moment the steel derrick fell to the ground, this place has become history. Heigelonggou no longer exists and has disappeared from the map.No one can restore its fate, no one can bring it back to the good old days. Heigelongu is old and dead, it is more than one hundred years old.For more than a hundred years, day after day, month after month, year after year, it has selflessly dedicated the heat energy in its body to people, and finally one day, it is exhausted, physically and mentally exhausted, old, Sick, and then, died, and went to the destination of life.

It's not worth sighing about.Where there is new birth, there is aging, and there is death.So, in the wilderness of the north, in an unknown land filled with wind and sand, a piece of history, a pair of giant bones, and a deep and bitter song were buried...