Where is Qingping Bay written in My Distant Qingping Bay ?

A small mountain village in northern Shaanxi.

My Distant Qingping Bay", short story**, written by the famous contemporary writer Shi Tiesheng. In the article, the author uses plain and romantic brushwork to paint a picture of longing for the life of cutting in line, and excavates the heritage of the entire nation's survival from the ancient and barren land of Qingping Bay. This article is deeply emotional, eloquent, and evocative.

Shi Tiesheng (a native of Beijing, is a famous contemporary Chinese writer and thinker. In 1958, he studied at Wangda Primary School in Dongcheng District, Beijing, and graduated from Tsinghua University High School in 1967. Then, in 1969, he went to Yan'an in northern Shaanxi to "cut the line".

Three years later, he returned to Beijing due to paralysis of both legs and worked in a factory in Beixinqiao Street, before returning home to recuperate due to his aggravated illness. He began publishing in 1979.

In a small mountain village in northern Shaanxi - Qingping Bay. Near Yan'an Airport.

It seems to be in Kunming, Shi Tiesheng has been in Kunming.

When it comes to Shi Tiesheng, the first thing that comes to mind is the article "Autumn Remembrance". It appears in primary school textbooks, telling the story of mother's love, life, perseverance and love. Every time I read it, I feel very moved.

Today, I started reading Shi Tiesheng's work "My Distant Qingping Bay". **Created in 1982, ten years after the author returned to the city from the life of educated youth, it was created by the author on the sickbed, Shi Tiesheng said, "The creation of Qingping Bay is because of illness, because I really miss it."

**When I was in the queue, I fed cattle in Qingping Bay, a small mountain village in northern Shaanxi, for two years. The old man who stopped the cow with "me" was a Suide person, and he drove the cattle up the mountain with "I", so I listened to him sing "Go to the West Exit" and "Xintianyou" all the way. The old man is very kind-hearted, and he usually meets those drummers and storytellers who go to the countryside to make a living, and he "gives a lot more".

He had done that job, and he knew the difficulty of picking up workers. The old man took his little granddaughter to live with his children. Every night, "I" and the old man would add grass to the cattle in the feedlot, and they would keep asking me about Beijing.

He joined the party in 1937 and followed the team to Guangzhou. It was in those turbulent years that the old man was reluctant to give the doctor a gift of "ten catties of rice or noodles", which delayed his son's illness and was unable to regret it. Therefore, although he fell in love with a widow, he did not marry, for fear that he would be sorry for the children left by his son.

Later, "I" went back to Beijing for treatment, and the villagers asked their classmates to bring all kinds of local products, as well as handkerchiefs wrapped in corn flowers for children. In the end, the classmate found a ten-pound Shaanxi Provincial General Grain Stamp, which was specially exchanged for ten catties of good millet by the old man, and he remembered how his son's illness was delayed. Break the old man, keep the child, as well as the red bullock and old black cow that "I" love, Qingping Bay is left with infinite affection for "me".

**With lyrical prose, through the memories of the old intellectuals and young people on the life of the queue, it realistically and vividly and naturally depicts the style of the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi, the revolutionary base area, and shows the simple, loyal, positive and optimistic character of the people in northern Shaanxi, so as to inspire people to think seriously about life and society. **Affectionate, eloquent, evocative.

Chapter 4 is primarily a description of the desolation of my home in all its aspects.

Chapter 4: We have a few neighbors, and a broken grass house on the west side is rented to a pig feeder; There is also a grass house rented to a flour mill, who often dry powder and sing at the same time, living a very happy life; There is also a grinding man living in the wing; In the small side house next to the flour mill, there is still the Hu family, who is driving a big car.

The yard of her house is desolate. The yard is full of broken bricks, broken jars, rotten pig troughs, and the dilapidated yard has no traces of artificially modified oak cherry blossoms, allowing nature to blow and rain. It has even become a home for insects, and there are countless tide insects crawling in and out of the bottom of the tank.

Her house is desolate, except for the broken house and the broken house, there are three broken houses on the east wall, three broken houses on the west wall, and there are six broken houses, three broken grass houses, and three mills. Although these houses are large and majestic on the outside, they are very empty in content. It is in disrepair and dilapidated.

A lot of it is rented to all kinds of idlers and so on. The grass house is crooked, the roof is covered with grass, and when it rains, there are many mushrooms. "The people who attracted the whole yard" sighed and sighed!

Others were rented to pig farmers, "and at dusk, the sound of pigs could be heard from far and near." Playing pig troughs, knocking on the pen shed.

The monotonous voice made people feel desolate and lonely. Some of them are rented to millers, and they are even more rough people, "They don't have good shoes and socks, they don't have good luggage, and they are like piglets." "The grass house was so bad that every time it rained, it was crumbling, and even crooked into a diamond shape.

How terrible! As soon as the wind blew, the house "went again!" And the people who live in it don't seem to care about their own lives, "You look dangerous, but I think I'm proud."

What can Liang Sheng do if he is unhappy? There are many hardships and few joys in life. "They have been obedient all their lives, and they have many things that have gone against them, but few things that have gone well.

Woe!