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As soon as people talk about Jinhua, they know that there is a site named "Jinhua 1919" and that the south gate of the factory was established in 1924. For 100 years, few people mentioned that there was a new South Gate. It is a gate opened in the factory in the 1970s to the west of the old south gate. The old south gate is usually the gate for raw materials and finished products and workers in the previous process to enter and exit. The new south gate is the channel for workers in post spinning and weaving. The old south gate is open and the new south gate is closed.

The artificial rockery fountain in the New South Gate is located on the first floor, where all workshops and some departments work. The wide corridor in the middle runs from south to north. In the east of the corridor is the post spinning workshop, and in the west is the weaving workshop. Twenty four hours a day, this long corridor is interwoven with the hum of spinning machine motors and the hum of cloth machines, Mixed with damp heat and foul smell of slurry.

Over the past half century, I have often been in my dreams. When I wake up, it is a sweet aftertaste, noisy and lively, and noisy happiness. I saw the workmates carrying lunch boxes, wearing yarn around their necks, white aprons, red "Jinhua" printed on their chest, the girls' ponytails coiled in their work hats, a lock of bangs swaying in front of their forehead, and the workmates were full of clockwork spirit, Shuttle in the corridor, trot in the corridor. The corridor is bright day and night, with various light boxes embedded on both sides of the wall, production schedule, defect detection results, ten thousand meter defect free cloth competition chart, and red production happy report, measuring the scale of the big stem catching up fast.

The year 1971 was the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the Party. Even in that special era, the factory always worked hard to produce, so as not to draw down the debt, and to concentrate on productivity and high yield, as a gift for the birthday of the Party! We little boys, girls of Huahua, our leaders gave orders to support the front line. I was assigned to the weaving workshop to load shuttles in Class C. Now I think about it, I don't know whether it is young, or I have a sense of stupidity. Under the order of grasping the revolution to promote production, my family, the workshop, and the south canteen of the meeting were working tirelessly at three o'clock and one line. In less than a week, I worked alone, He was responsible for the shuttle loading of 36 cloth machines. At the beginning, his hands were not flexible, and he used his mouth to suck the thread. His throat was itchy, and the yarn often made bloody holes in his fingers.

Three shifts in a row, seven nights in a row. When I got off the night shift in the morning, I hurried home to eat a few mouthfuls of food and then went to bed. After two o'clock in the afternoon, I went on the morning shift, dizzy, and had no time at my disposal. Now I can still remember the administrator of the class, Master Duan Xiaocang, sweating and panting, trotting around the car, Master He Dashuan, the shaft worker, has a slow, simple, dimpled, smiling face. Master Wang Xiuhua, the group leader, is absorbed in the operation with eyes and delicate and healthy steps. He recalls the two girls in Yangcheng Textile Factory who learned from the factory. They have long eyelashes, cotton wool, and red faces soaked in sweat. People know that the high voice of the Chinese in Shanxi is caused by the workshop environment for many years, You can't hear when you speak in a normal tone.

1064 cloth looms, clopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclopclop, have already exceeded the decibel that people bear. In that way, when jogging with 36 cars and 360 shuttles, they can still nap against the shuttle cars beside the looms. Ten minutes of sweetness is more like a car refueling on the halfway.

The bitter memory at that time was sweet. The tiredness at that time unleashed the flame of youth, the fiery years, the burning years of passion. I often thought about it silently. Let's have more dreams like this. Back to the unforgettable years, back to the brothers and sisters who had shared weal and woe!

About the author Duan Baoming: born in Yuci, Shanxi Province, a party member, a college graduate, the former director of the factory office of Jinhua Textile Factory loves literature, writes some essays, poems, travel notes, etc