从落后乡村变成美丽乡村（美丽乡村入画来）
从落后乡村变成美丽乡村（美丽乡村入画来）“柳树后头就是你姨姥姥家那趟街，你小时候这里是地窨子、泥草房，现在都是砖瓦房了，还有小独楼，就这也是俺们岁数大的人住，年轻人都到城里买楼了••••••”健谈的冯大爷边走边向我作介绍。“你是老梁太太的外孙女呀？怎么样，这堡子认不出来了吧？”一位70 多岁姓冯的大爷自称是姨姥姥家的邻居，他主动带着我在村里转悠起来。天气晴好的时候，姨姥姥总是在园子里忙碌，我和小伙伴们在门口玩耍。柴草堆、粪便堆和杂物堆纵横交织，柴草腐烂和粪便蒸发出来的气味混合在一起，整个村子都被臭味包围着。虽然姨姥姥年纪大，却是侍弄园子的好手，她种的菜舍不得自己吃，而是让小姨拉着板车到县城去换钱。由于经常发水又因道路坑洼不平，新鲜的蔬菜不是被隔在村里就是半路被颠坏，惹得姨姥姥伤心抹眼泪。每每这时，我就幻想着那个叫大禹的人能来到下万子村，帮助这里治治水、修修路。今天再次来到下万子村，虽然慈爱的姨姥姥早已魂归天国，小姨也已远嫁他乡，
美丽祥和的下万子村
在一个天高云淡的日子，我走进了久违的乡村——沈阳市辽中区城郊街道下万子村。这里虽无南方的丝丝细雨，但拂面而来的阵阵凉风却在秀水回廊处吹来一曲清悠，溅起一片乡愁。
童年的大部分时光我是在乡下度过的，那时候父母比较忙，妈妈经常把我托管在下万子村的姨姥姥家里。姨姥姥家门前有几棵老柳树和一个大水塘，村里的房子都很破旧。
麦子是那时候河滩地上的主角，遇到辽河涨水，麦子全都泡在水里。
天气晴好的时候，姨姥姥总是在园子里忙碌，我和小伙伴们在门口玩耍。柴草堆、粪便堆和杂物堆纵横交织，柴草腐烂和粪便蒸发出来的气味混合在一起，整个村子都被臭味包围着。
虽然姨姥姥年纪大，却是侍弄园子的好手，她种的菜舍不得自己吃，而是让小姨拉着板车到县城去换钱。由于经常发水又因道路坑洼不平，新鲜的蔬菜不是被隔在村里就是半路被颠坏，惹得姨姥姥伤心抹眼泪。每每这时，我就幻想着那个叫大禹的人能来到下万子村，帮助这里治治水、修修路。
今天再次来到下万子村，虽然慈爱的姨姥姥早已魂归天国，小姨也已远嫁他乡，但我的心里还是难掩兴奋。村口那几棵历经数十年风雨的老柳树还在，枝繁叶茂掩映下的《村规民约》格外引人注目。看见几位老人正在树下拉家常，我立即停车去和他们打招呼。
“你是老梁太太的外孙女呀？怎么样，这堡子认不出来了吧？”一位70 多岁姓冯的大爷自称是姨姥姥家的邻居，他主动带着我在村里转悠起来。
“柳树后头就是你姨姥姥家那趟街，你小时候这里是地窨子、泥草房，现在都是砖瓦房了，还有小独楼，就这也是俺们岁数大的人住，年轻人都到城里买楼了••••••”健谈的冯大爷边走边向我作介绍。
过了村口，一面鲜红的党旗雕塑映入眼帘，党旗基座上用金色镌刻着入党誓词，这是下万子村的党建文化广场。与党建广场相连的是一个水上公园，原来这里竟然是记忆中的大水塘。独具特色的湖心亭以及栈道边的休闲亭相映成趣。徜徉在湖心亭上，栈道回环婉转，水面锦鲤成群，云浮头顶，人若画中。
正在我看得入迷的时候，冯大爷招呼我走过党建文化长廊和廉政文化墙，来到一座石板桥上。过了小桥西走 200 米就是村部了。村部对面是一座二层小楼，据说楼上住着来此搞旅游开发的投资人，他要在这里打造东北最大的油菜花海和向日葵花海。
“现在时候还早，傍黑来这里锻炼、唱歌跳舞的人多去了，还有支着手机卖货的。”
“那咱这里还发水吗？”我突然想起小时候村里发大水的事儿。
“还发啥水，有排灌站和橡胶坝，区长都当河长了，替咱管治水的事儿。”冯大爷说。
暮色将至，我怀着无比依恋的心情告别乡亲们，满载着蔬菜和水果，也满载着乡亲们的深情厚谊，汽车徐徐开动。透过车窗，我看见党建文化广场上的党旗在夕阳的映照下更加光彩夺目，下万子村也更加美丽祥和。
下万子村的油菜花海
On a clear and crisp autumn day in September I went back to the village of Xiawanzi in Liaozhong District of Shenyang. Although there was no drizzle here like the ones in south China the gentle breeze mingled with moisture revived my memory of the village.
I spent most of my childhood in the village. Back then my parents were busy so my mother put me in grandma's care. Grandma was always busy working in the garden on sunny days while I was playing with my friends at the doorstep.
Lately I returned to the village. The old willows in my memory were still standing at the entrance of the village and their rich foliage made the Rules and Regulations of the Village poster rather striking. As soon as I saw several elderly people chit-chatting under the willows I pulled over to give them warm greetings.
Driving past the entrance to the village I saw a vivid sculpture of red Party flag under whose pedestal engraved the admission oath of the CPC in golden Chinese characters. This place turned out to be the venue for Party activities of the villagers. Beside the venue there was a water park where the mid-lake pavilions and the pavilions by the trestles formed a delightful contrast. Strolling in the mid-lake pavilions when one enjoys the beautiful view of meandering trestles swarms of koi carps in the lake and floating clouds one would feel as if he were in a real-life landscape painting so intoxicating to the eye.
The villagers told me that they lived a comfortable life. They had indoor water supply and indoor bathrooms and more importantly a cooperative medical service.
The village committee even bought social insurance for the villagers' farmland. With apples trees and flowers planted along the roads and outside villagers' courtyards the village air was filled with the sweetness of fruit and fragrance.
It was almost dark when I left the village reluctantly. My car was loaded with fresh fruits and vegetables as well as the warm friendliness of the villagers.Under the setting sun the village looked even more beautiful and peaceful.
（Trans. by Liu Xiaodan）
摄影：王 芝
编辑：徐博彦
检校：水 天
责编：景雪峰
