? Honglin Bridge is actually a place name. There were no highways at that time. Honglin Bridge is on the roadside from Xuancheng to Guangde. It's just a single-hole stone arch bridge. He is as simple as an old farmer. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, frost, rain and snow, he stayed there diligently. He left such a deep impression on the rings in my memory, which was a night of that special year.

1969 in June and July, I went to the countryside to rest at home (my collarbone was broken while pulling a cart). That summer, there was a heavy rain, and the waterlogging in the urban area was serious. Our home is waist-deep, so we all stay in the classroom of the nearby primary school for the time being.

At that time, the flood had not passed and the accumulated water in the urban area had just receded. I had to rush back to the production team to participate in the "double snatch" and I had to do well when I received the "re-education". Remember "Eight? 13 ",because the" 8. 13 "Japanese War happened in Shanghai in history, I was particularly impressed with this day. That day, my classmate S (a friend) and I braved the "dog days" heat and rushed to the production team to participate in the "double grab"; At that time, the bridge from Xuancheng to Guangde Highway was washed away by the flood, and the truck we took could only reach Xuancheng County (Xuancheng or County). We walked from Xuancheng County to Shuangqiao and crossed the river by Shuangqiao. We can only walk from Xuancheng Shuangqiao to Guangde gutang production team. It was already dusk, so we had no choice but to leave overnight. As night fell, we went to Honglin Bridge. We only remember that we only ate rice in soup at home that morning, and we didn't care about the lunch in Xuancheng County. At this time, we were exhausted from hunger. In desperation, we knocked on the door of a small restaurant next to Honglinqiao Highway. There was no supply in the small restaurant. The proprietress saw our embarrassment and said with distress, "Little sister. She shoveled all the leftovers from her pot for us to eat, and we filled our stomachs with the cooked pot. The pot soaked in lard is the best. It was dark, and we didn't know where to go. Anyway, we walk along the road. The bridge in Xuancheng is broken. There was no traffic on the road that day, only our children were on the way. I couldn't walk in the middle of the night, so I laid a straw mat on the side of the road and took a nap. When we are thirsty, we drink water from roadside ditches. The next morning, we found that the water in the roadside ditch was mud. We walked sixty or seventy miles and walked all night and all morning before reaching the production team.

? I often recall the past over 50 years ago. At any time, there are many good people. Thanks to the kind-hearted person I have never met-the proprietress of Honglinqiao Roadside Hotel.