A fishing boat floated on the water, and the sound of the oars squeaked and creaked, followed by a white gauze-like mist, entering the cabin covered by the curtain and filling the ears. The wet coolness of the morning and the silence of the surrounding fields make people imagine that outside the still dark tent, there must be a world of crystal clear water. The teenage grandson ignored the warning of his rowing grandfather to "be careful of falling into the water", opened the awning window and leaned his head and body out. A ray of dawn appeared in the east, reflecting the water surface into brown-green, and the water lines spread thinly and densely, like an antique brocade.
The oars cut the water surface smoothly, making ripples gently, and the fishing boat quietly slid towards the island.
"Grandpa, are we moving from here?"
"Yes!" Grandpa hunched over, shaking the oar mechanically, and answered as if he was humming in his sleep. There was a sound.
"Grandpa, why do we have to move away! Can we still fish in the future?"
"You are so annoying." Grandpa let out a long sigh as if he was worried. , eyes slipped to the wire mesh lines on both sides of the ship's side. He glanced back at the lively fresh fish in the cabin and sighed: "Because the country has a greater role here, I'm afraid this is the last time I fish!"
A grandfather in his sixties, He closed his eyes and stared at the dark green island. In the mist, there are clusters of mandarin duck willows, smiling podocarpus pine trees, and leafy thunder melon trees. Their branches and leaves are close to each other, and the ancient trees are towering into the sky. Grandpa sighed: This island that has been handed down from generation to generation is about to disappear in the hands of their generation... , the big continent is called Zhaojiazhou, and the small continent is called Wenjiazhou. It is a place with a history of hundreds of years and has produced allusions to the number one scholar. The legend of Xiaozhou is still a pen of the number one scholar. There are more than a hundred farm families living in the village, which stretches from bottom to top; it is adjacent to the county seat on the right, opposite Taoshi and Yuan Yizhong. On the left is the crossing of the eight-character road of the Yao River, and then enters Yuanling and enters western Hunan. There are more than 500 acres of cultivated land on the island, with hills and streams. In the spring, insects and cicadas chirp, birds play in the peach-red and green forests, and in summer and autumn, rice fragrants, valleys, yellow, orange and red island heads. The fishermen sing late in the four seasons, the greenery lingers along the rivers and islands, and the scenery is beautiful. There are: continents within the continent, continents outside the continent, the water flow is not flowing, the boat is flowing, the scenery is like this. Residents on the island spend their leisure time fishing and casting nets, leading a leisurely farming and fishing life.
In 1998, the Yuanshui Bridge stood across the sky, with its piers landing on the island and flying across the north and south, connecting the Taohuayuan Airport. Two expressways, Changzhang Expressway and Changji Expressway, run through the county. The ancient city, a closed paradise with an economic market located in the cecal zone, has become a hub city with water, land and air connections in all directions and a three-dimensional transportation network. Gaoxia Pinghu Paradise Water, along with the development of transportation economy, gave birth to the construction of Taoyuan Hydropower Station. In 2009, the Hunan Development and Reform Commission approved the cascade development focusing on power generation in the "Supplementary Report on Hunan Yuanshui Lingjintan Hydropower Station - Taoyuan Reach". The site of Taoyuan Hydropower Station was determined in Shuangzhou...
In the Immigration Bureau, which is directly under the leadership of the county party committee, the director led a team to the village for the first time and held a meeting of townships, villages, groups, and household heads. The importance of resettlement and the country’s resettlement and compensation policy were carefully publicized. Unexpectedly, the hot face was pressed against the cold buttocks, and the villagers fought with cold faces and sharp emotions. After that, I went there many times and the work made no progress. The staff was suffocating and felt that the rural people were narrow-minded. There were even a few stubborn people who made trouble, especially an old man in his sixties, Zhao, who had a stubborn temper and seemed to have borrowed his grain and returned his chaff. He looked indifferent and did his job impeccably. This old man had a very high prestige among the crowd, and the villagers all followed his instructions. In the helpless situation, a feeling of anxiety welled up in the heart, and some people complained: It's so damn hard to hold me back, I have to drive him away, chewing broad beans with a crooked mouth is going to be evil, it's going to be hard. But there are lessons to be learned from the past. Have there been too many incidents of forced demolitions and occupations that harmed the people in the past? Calm down and realize that we are public servants serving the people, not evil officials who bully the people. I think we still need to do more ideological work, think carefully, and find out the reasons for the obstacles in our work.
Through many investigations and studies, we went from village to village, door-to-door to do detailed work, and had one-on-one conversations with the villagers. I learned that their ancestors have been living here for generations, living a life of half farming and half fishing, and have deep feelings for the land and nostalgia. They live on the fairy island, and they don't have to spend money on firewood and rice. It can be said that they are like a fairyland in Taoyuan. It is often said: A golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse. Put yourself in the other person's shoes. Can you figure it out for a moment? Even if an item has been used for a long time, there is still a feeling of nostalgia that you can’t bear to throw away, right? Humans are emotional animals. Without emotions, are we still human? Once you have to move to a strange place, who can accept this reality all at once and give up your native love?
Let’s just say that for more than a month, they left early and came back late on the island. Walking through the long hills and fields every day, enjoying the fragrance of green and peach trees and yellow rapeseed flowers. Looking at the gurgling stream, green dragonflies, faint orchids, bright yellow daylilies and unknown wild flowers flitted across the shore. Golden peaks linger in the flower clusters, and brown weavers pop out of the grass. This beautiful landscape of hills, streams, trees and flowers makes everyone unconsciously have many infinite emotions towards this strange green island.
Originally, the villagers understood the significance of national construction, but they were unable to change their minds and accept the reality of relocation. Through the staff of the Immigration Office, they put down their pretensions and worked hard to communicate with them.
People's hearts are made of flesh, the villagers thought in turn; after the power station is completed, a bright pearl will rise in Shuangzhou, illuminating thousands of households. It can bring the county an annual power generation revenue of 300 million yuan and a tax revenue of 60 million yuan. For whom does the Immigration Office work so diligently? Isn’t it just for the economic development and construction of the entire county so that everyone can have a better life? Why should we not sacrifice small profits to take care of everyone else? The Shuangzhou people figured it out...
Old man Zhao took the lead in the relocation, and under his leadership, everyone took action quickly. The Resettlement Office provided all aspects of cooperation and active support, and the relocation was completed ahead of schedule within the specified time.
On the day the ground was broken, the villagers stood on the embankment, watching their former homes and trees disappear amid the roar of the excavator. The young and middle-aged people were silent with heavy expressions, and the old people were wiping their tears. Tears are words of emotion, and there is no way to stop the flow of tears.
Old man Zhao felt sour in his eyes, and he couldn't help but shed two hot tears. The grandson stared at his grandfather and said, "Grandpa, don't be sad. I will definitely go back to that place in the future."
The grandpa smiled: "Silly boy, that place is no longer our home. How can you still go there after the power station is built?"
"Oh, I, I will study hard and work as an engineer in that power station, can't I go back there?"
< p> "Haha, if my grandson is promising, then our Shuangzhou will be the number one scholar again. Grandpa is looking forward to that day..."The grandfather and grandson smiled knowingly.