Chapter 175 to friends in guangzhou

Friends in Guangzhou always blame me for visiting Guangzhou several times, but not writing a single word.But not being able to write and not being able to write are totally two different things. The city of Guangzhou is too rich and colorful, and its development and changes are too fast. Quickly passing a newer and more beautiful shot, how can people have time to write? I have passed by Guangzhou eight or nine times, and each time I only stayed for a day or two, but I never let go of a moment, always sneaking in and greedily absorbing everything in Guangzhou.A person who grew up in the north, especially at the end of winter and early spring, came to the southernmost tip of the motherland. From a vast expanse of pale yellow, he suddenly saw green mountains, beautiful waters, green leaves and red flowers. This surprise is indescribable. We I hurriedly took off my heavy winter clothes, facing the cool breeze blowing on my face, I felt brisk even walking!

While I was writing, in front of the huge glass windows of the Yangcheng Hotel, I was presented with a scene that seemed to be the late spring of Beijing; the lush green grass, the deep shade, and several magnificent buildings were hidden among the purple flowers and green trees.The Liuhua Lake next to it is full of light and light, and the pavilions and bridges are dotted picturesquely. These are a brand new scene in my eyes when I passed by Guangzhou half a year ago. The place is the driving force and birthplace of all these changes. It is not only the driving force and birthplace of Guangzhou, but also the earth-shaking changes in our entire country. That is the Guangzhou Peasant Movement Workshop, where our great leader Chairman Mao lived. of a hut.

It has been several years since I visited the Peasant Movement Workshop, and everything inside can no longer be described one by one, but the small house stands forever in front of my eyes!It is this hut as simple as the truth, an old bamboo box, and a few pieces of rough furniture, accompanying us to work hard all night, and the leader who takes the world as his own responsibility, plans and maneuvers, and drives our 650 million people to use themselves The minds and hands of the human mind open up the beautiful and majestic world around us. Tomorrow——the last day of 1961, I will cross another three thousand miles of clouds and fly back to our capital. I know that the thousands of rivers and mountains under the wings of the sky are just like the beautiful and majestic Guangzhou. Change by leaps and bounds.I would like to join hands with my Guangzhou friends who guarded that hut, and the people of the whole country, to add my own meticulously structured strokes to the newer and more beautiful picture of our motherland in 1962. Guangzhou, December 30, 1961 (This article was originally published in "Yangcheng Evening News" on January 3, 1962.)