鏡緣60年

汪阿金是普通的農民，他家的變遷是中國共產黨領導億萬農民從貧窮奔向小康的縮影。

在中國共產黨成立90周年之際，我應老農民汪阿金的大兒子汪水狗的邀請，前去作客。展現在眼前的一幅社會主義新農村的美麗畫卷，讓我觸景生情，想起解放初期在出差途中認得汪阿金的一段往事……

60年前初相識

1951年初秋，我到余杭縣喬司鎮采訪，看見供銷社門前熱鬧非凡，農民賣掉絡麻后，爭著買毛主席像。有個農民一下子買了四張彩色的毛主席像，我就湊到他身邊問：“你買了幾張毛主席像？”“是啊！”他大聲回答，“共產黨、毛主席來了，我們農民分到了田和地，今年又大豐收！”我連忙問他姓名，他說：“我叫汪阿金，住在大三鄉學稼村，離這里只有三公里。有空請到我家里去玩！”我說：“行。”于是，阿金推著一輛裝滿豆餅肥料和生活用品的羊角車往前走，我在后面跟。一路上，我邊走邊看，這個地方很荒涼，人煙稀少，很冷清，房屋也是茅草棚。到了阿金家，他的妻子沈阿三已經燒好飯，抱著小兒子汪水燦在草屋門前等待丈夫了。

阿金的大兒子水狗見父親買來了毛主席像，隨手搶了兩張跑到周圍的小朋友家大聲地叫：“毛主席來了，毛主席來了！”阿金妻子抱著的小兒子水燦看到哥哥搶走了毛主席像，就哭了起來。阿金忙著從口袋里拿出50萬元（舊幣）信用社存單給兒子玩，并說等哥哥來了給他一張像。小兒子拿著存單手舞足蹈地對鄉親說：“我有錢嘍，我有錢嘍！”阿金見此情景，對妻子說：“這小子愛錢，將來叫他做小生意去。大兒子熱愛毛主席，以后叫他當工人做干部……”真是無巧不成書，過了20年，哥哥當了解放軍，四年后復員，擔任了國營工廠的黨支部書記。弟弟當了承包廠長，果然有錢！當時，我見到水狗和水燦兩個孩子十分有趣，立即在現場把他們生動表情的“童趣”拍攝下來。拍好照，汪阿金走進草屋里，看到菜碗里是芋艿、咸菜和青菜等，忙叫妻子煎了兩個荷包蛋，留我吃飯。與汪阿金分別時，他還不知道我是干什么的，也沒有問我姓名，以為我是區里的工作同志，熱情地送我至村口，只對我說了一句話：“等我造了新瓦房后，希望您帶著兒子來住幾天。”

30年后喜相逢

改革開放第二年，汪阿金見兩個兒子都造了新房子，擺脫了陰暗的茅草屋生活后，他心花怒放之際，突然想到了一個曾給他們拍過照片的同志，便叫兒子出去打聽、尋找。

1981年11月間，我突然收到了一個名叫水燦的來信，信上這樣寫著：“我父親叫汪阿金，是喬司大三鄉農民，他想念你多年，經常要我們弟兄三人到區鄉部門尋找。世界這么大，到哪里去尋找？你姓徐，我父親當時沒聽清楚，也說不清楚。今天我碰碰運氣，不知你是否就是我父親要尋找的人……”

我拿著水燦的來信，帶了兒子徐匯找到了大三鄉學稼村，在村干部楊桂富陪同下，終于和阿金在分別30年后重逢，彼此都很激動。我走進一排新造的磚瓦屋，環視四周，只見農具和家具擺設有致。哦，他們從此告別了陰暗、潮濕的草棚生活！我心里十分興奮，立即叫阿金全家坐在新瓦房前拍了一張“合家歡”照片。后來，阿金對朋友說：“這張照片是真正的翻身照，是浙江日報館徐同志拍的。”

阿金祖輩是蕭山瓜瀝人。阿金19歲那年，錢塘江南岸塌堤，全家八口只得背井離鄉，漂泊到新市鎮，做了3年短工，到1933年，才遷到喬司大三鄉，在草塘畔搭了三間茅草屋定居。阿金年紀到了30多歲，窮得無錢討老婆。一天，一個老婦帶著17歲的姑娘來討飯，阿金娘看著姑娘秀氣，便讓阿金攀上了這門窮親。阿金妻子名叫沈阿三。她的嫁妝“左手一只馬桶，右手一只腳桶”，新房里只有一張舊床。

天翻地覆慨而慷

1993年國慶節，應汪阿金兩個兒子的邀請，我又去學稼村做客。哇！眼前展示的是豪華型別墅式住宅，一幢又一幢，五顏六色的外墻，鋁合金門窗，落地大玻璃……有歐洲風格的，有美國氣派的……令人看了傻眼。我以為方向不對，摸錯了地方，只好去找村支部書記沈土興。他說：“你10多年沒有到此地來，是弄不清楚了。現在我們這里是3年一小變，5年一大變，家家戶戶年年都在變。30年以前這里全是茅草棚，200多戶人家有186家住茅草屋的，住瓦房的只有10來家，現在全村有540多戶人家，住的都是瓦房、樓房，馬路口有幾戶人家還造了豪華的別墅。”

我從沈土興家里出來，到了汪水燦家門口。這是一個四開間二層樓大院，外面是水泥圍墻大鐵門。我敲了幾下鐵門，出來一個不熟悉的中年人，他說水燦是他二哥，到臨平買菜快要回來了。話音剛落，遠處有摩托車聲。我仔細一看，正是他。他們叫聲“徐叔叔”，我連忙給他們拍了一張騎摩托車的紀念照片。這時，我見到河邊有一座小水橋，想起1982年我曾在此地給汪阿金拍過一張拉板車的照片，不禁觸景生情。

2009年5月，汪阿金的大兒子汪水狗趁著休假，約我去鄉下，看他和三弟造在一起的新樓房。5月2日，天氣特別晴朗，水狗打電話來說：“我的兒子和媳婦都是當老師的，收入很好，最近他們又買了新汽車，叫他們來接你。”我謝絕了。這次我還是乘公交車去的，但是不在三角村下車，提前到九堡鎮下車，準備多走幾里路，步行到學稼村汪水狗的老家。

邊走邊看，不知不覺到了學稼村。在村口，看到有幾個村民，我問：“汪水狗家的新樓房在哪里？”他們用手向前方一指：“眼前就是。”我隨口說了一聲，變化真大。“不大，”有人立即回答，“現在本地人的生活大家都一樣：私人汽車多、農民新樓房多，村民袋里鈔票多。我聽得快要笑出來了。此時水狗看到我了，就把我帶到他的新樓房里。我進去一看，房子造得真好，很有氣派，是五層樓。水狗笑著說：“一部分房屋借給外來戶了，所以這里進出的農民工很多。”

那天，我到了他們家里，看到客廳很大，特別寬敞、明亮，擺設雅致，玻璃茶幾，四方桌子，每人一間臥室，還有寬熒屏的晶液電視機和新式的空調機。

我們正在談天說地，他的三弟汪水法趕來了。他知道我在這里做客，特地從杭州趕來，請我們到城里去吃飯。水狗接著對他說：“徐叔叔來看我的，中飯就在這里吃，晚上我們都進城去。”水狗轉過頭來對我說：“父母常說，你是我們的好朋友，所以我們弟兄三人把你當作老長輩。”現在我們生活好了，吃、穿、住、行不在話下，我們兄弟三家共有汽車8輛，每個男人都有一輛汽車，水法的女兒大學畢業后也有汽車了……聽到他們在10年前就實現了幸福的小康生活，我的心情激動不已，從內心發出“共產黨好，社會主義好，新中國好”的呼聲。

Family Photos WitnessChanges over Sixty Years

By Xu Yonghui， senior journalist of Zhejiang Daily

(Xu Yonghui has photographed the changes a family has experienced over the past 60 years. The following is his narration of the 60-year friendship between him and the family.)

One day in the early fall of 1951， I was on assignment in Qiaosi Town， Yuhang， which was then a county under jurisdiction of Hangzhou. I saw a crowd in front of the town’s co-op. it turned out that farmers were buying portraits of Chairman Mao with the cash they had just made after selling their jute crop to the co-op. I approached a farmer who had just bought four colored portraits. I struck up a conversation with him by asking how many portraits he had bought. He said he was grateful to the Communist Party and Chairman Mao for the farmland allotted to him and for the big harvest in 1951. I asked him his name and he said he was Wang Ajin and he lived in a village only three kilometers away from Qiaosi Town. He invited me to his home. I was glad to accept the invitation. He pushed a one-wheel barrow packed with the grocery and bean dregs he had just bought. I followed him. What Ajin called his home turned out to be a lonely thatched hut far away from village houses. His wife Shen Ashan had just had dinner ready and was waiting for the return of her husband， holding the younger son in front of the hut.

Wang Ajin had two sons. The elder son Wang Shuigou rushed over and grabbed two portraits of Chairman Mao and proudly showed the portraits to his playmates. The younger son cried. The father gave him a banknote. The younger son danced. Ajin watched his two sons and commented to his wife that the younger boy loved money and would be a businessman when he grew up. While the big boy loved Chairman Mao would be a good leader in a factory. Twenty years later the elder boy joined the military service whereas the younger son became rich after working as a chief executive of a manufacturing business.

I loved the playfulness and naughtiness of the two boys and photographed them. Afterwards I walked into the hut. In the bowls on the kitchen table were taro， pickled vegetable and Chinese cabbage. The husband asked the wife to cook two eggs for me. I had lunch with them. Wang Ajin did not ask me my name， thinking I was a cadre from the local government. Ajin saw me off at the entrance to the village and asked me to bring my son over to see him after he had a tile-roofed house built.

The invitation did not come until thirty years later. In November 1981， I received a letter from a man called Wang Shuican. The letter came to me through various channels.

It turned out that Shuican is Wang Ajin’s

third son. In the letter， the son said his father was Wang Ajin， a farmer in Qiaosi. The father had missed me very much and sent his sons to the local government for information on me. He was not sure that I was the person who visited his parents 30 years before. The next day I brought my son and the letter to the village. I met Wang Ajin at last after a separation of 30 years. Both of us were excited. I walked into the new house. Everything inside the house I saw indicated that the family had waved goodbye to the hard life symbolized by the thatched hut. The big family sat down for a photo and I photographed them. Wang Ajin later showed the picture to his friends saying it was really a photo of a good life and goodbye to the past， done by Comrade Xu at Zhejiang Daily.

Wang Ajin came from Xiaoshan across the Qiantang River. At 19， the family of eight had to move and find a new place to settle down after the south bank of the river broke and their homeland was totally flooded. In 1933 the family finally came to Qiaosi and built three thatched huts by a pond. The family was so poor that Wang Ajin did not get married until he was in his early 30s. He married a 17-year-old girl when the girl and a granny came to the huts to beg for food.

I was invited to visit the family on the National Day in 1993. I was stupefied by the changes the village presented to me. There were village-styled houses in rows， presenting different flashy architectural styles. I thought I had come to a wrong village and I went to the village CPC secretary for direction. The village underwent a small-scale change every three years and a complete change every five years. Thirty years before 186 families of the 200 in the village lived in thatched huts. In 1993， all the 540 families lived in brick houses. A few did live in villas. I came to a courtyard with eight-room two-storied house. It is where Wang Shuican and his family lived.

In May 2009， I was invited by Wang Shuigou to visit a new house jointly constructed by Wang Shuigou and his youngest brother Wang Shuifa. Shuigou offered to let his son and daughter-in-law come all the way to give me a lift. He said his son and daughter-in-law were both teachers with handsome income. The young couple had just bought a car. I declined the offer and decided to take a bus ride to visit them. I took off the bus one stop before the village and then walked all the way to the village so that I could take a close look at the village. I arrived at the village feeling amazed by the village’s new look. Seeing a few villagers I commented loudly that there were big changes. The villagers responded immediately that it was no big deal at all. Every household lives in a big house. People have cars and new houses and a lot of cash. I came to the brothers’ five-story house. It was a house that showed a life that once existed in everyone’s imagination. I learned that there were altogether eight cars owned by the families of the three brothers. I realized that they have been living the moderately well-off life for over ten years.