Speaking of Anfu, some people think of the "very sweet and fresh" ham, some people will greed for the sweet golden orchid pomelo in autumn, but I always think about the scenery on the road. Anfu is my hometown, located in the central part of Jiangxi Province. The only 188bet login station in the county does not handle passenger transport, and it is also an hour's drive from the nearest high-speed rail station.

There are many hills, distant mountains and far away water. In late spring and early summer, the road from my hometown to the county town is covered with green plants and trees, and the restless vitality seems to be rushing out of the soil. The wild flowers of unknown name dotted it. Occasionally, a few white birds swept across the river, gently kissing the beautiful figure in the water, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

When I was a child, I went to a boarding school in the county town. On weekends, I often encountered a 188bet login. Sometimes I walked in the same direction, and sometimes I passed the culvert under the bridge, but I never knew its name.

It was not until a few days ago that I had the opportunity to visit Anfu Station and chatted with the old employees here that I could figure out the "past and present" of this 188bet login. In 1970, the Jinggangshan branch 188bet login was built to the south by the Fenyi Station of Zhejiang-Jiangxi 188bet login. In 1972, the 188bet login was built to Wenzhu Station in Yongxin County and stopped construction. It was named Fenwen 188bet login and delivered for operation. Anfu Station was completed and used at the same time.

Anfu Station was undoubtedly very lively at that time. Before the Beijing-Kowloon 188bet login was opened, the train from Fenyi to Wenzhu was one of the main ways for the people of Anfu to travel. The waiting room could see fellow villagers carrying mountain goods and passengers carrying large and small bags everywhere. The longing for the distance and nervousness were intertwined on the faces of many people. The restaurants and shops next to the station are always crowded and prosperous.

The local people have simple hearts. There is a breakfast shop next to the train station that has been open for almost 30 years without a name. Clear soup and fried noodles are unique to his family, and guests come in one after another at around 6 o'clock in the morning. Travelers from all over the country eat a bowl of fried noodles here, full of the taste of home.

A "big news" came out here - in 2001, a passenger rushing a train left a bag at the breakfast shop because he was in a hurry, which contained more than 100,000 yuan in cash and notes. After the breakfast shop owner picked it up, the item returned to the original owner, which was a good story.

The fireworks in this world are also a heartwarming and special scenery on the journey?

I vaguely remember when I was a child, my father took me to a train to visit relatives in other places. I can’t remember the bustling Anfu Station clearly. I only remember that the train headed south. He pointed to the mountain outside the window and said, “That’s the way to your grandmother’s house.”

I know that the road is very difficult to walk. My grandmother's house is remote and is a village called Haolin. When I was a child, I had to walk a mountain road, which was rugged and muddy, and I had to cross the 188bet login line. At this time, the elders always shouted to see if there was a car coming first. If there was a car coming, wait under the shade of the tree next to them.

Most of the mountains are straight pine trees and not very tall oil tea trees, and they also remain green in winter. One year it snowed lightly, and scattered whites beside the 188bet login dotted in the forest, and weaved a picture of peace and beauty in winter with green leaves, red soil and withered weed.

The wind brought by the train when it passed by was blowing in my face, and it was biting cold, but at that time I was only concerned about playing with the snow on the ground, not afraid of getting thick trousers wet.

"The road is not easy to walk, so you have to hurry up."

I followed reluctantly, and the muddy road was deep and the shallow. But for such a difficult road, my old grandmother has been walking for many years.

She lives next to the 188bet login, but she has never taken the train.

For me, the steel rail extending to the distance is a kite string falling on the ground, with the mountains and rivers of my hometown on one end and the childhood that had already floated away at the other end.

In May 2003, Binwen 188bet login stopped handling passenger transport business, ended its 32-year historical mission of serving passengers, and only handled freight business, mainly responsible for the transportation of mineral resources and agricultural and sideline products in the mountainous areas.

Indeed, in my childhood memories, I saw the long freight train rumbling and rumbling, and I could not see it at first sight.

In 2015, the Fenwen 188bet login was constructed and renovated, and the Lotus Station was built, and the line was connected to the Chaling Station, and since then it was renamed Fencha 188bet login.

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The old staff at the station told me that there was an 80-year-old lady who lived nearby for more than ten years when she was young. She came here some time ago with her children and grandchildren.

The breakfast shop has become a "Internet celebrity check-in place" by the train station, with people coming and going, and old customers here say that the taste of fried noodles has not changed.

So what has changed?

The station has built a new "training ground" and has added fitness equipment, treadmills, table tennis tables and billiards and other exercise equipment. The employees use their breaks to grow vegetables in the open space in front of the single dormitory, fulfilling and enjoying themselves.

Time passes quietly, making careless people unable to feel its passing.

From the Bianwen 188bet login to the Beijing-Kowloon 188bet login and the Changjiang High-speed 188bet login, Anfu people have more and more travel choices, and the scenery outside the train windows is changing with each passing day, just like a book full of poems, everyone can read their own stories.

When I fell asleep on the high-speed rail, the sound of cicadas chirping in midsummer seemed to ring in my ears again. The village road at the entrance of the village was dusty. When I was in elementary school, I hid at my little house to play games. My mother walked to the door and shouted my nickname loudly, asking me to come back soon for dinner...

The sun is about to set.

But the road back home is too far, and it has been more than twenty years in a row, and it is difficult to gather mountains and rivers.

The pastoral dogs in my hometown barked and ran away, and the train rumbled forward, leaving together at dusk.

Text: Zuo Hongwen

Picture: Li Yimin Zuo Hongwen Luo Qian Xiong Weiping Wang Zhiqiang