My hometown is like an 18-year-old girl, full of water, even if I stamp my foot lightly, it will overflow. If you don't believe me, listen to her name first: Yongquan Township, Quantang Village and Hexifan Fengjia Village; Bring your friends to see it again. There are springs everywhere. In this midsummer, you don't need to bring water on the road. You can take a ladle of drink anytime and anywhere when you are tired or thirsty. It is natural, pure, cool and sweet, which will ensure your enjoyment. ?
the entrance to the village is still that one. On the right, the camphor tree, which is thick and big, is still standing there. I don't know its age, but it's older than grandpa's grandpa's grandpa. It is simple and exquisite, witnessing the ups and downs of our village, and accompanying generations of villagers through the vicissitudes of life. The villagers have great affection for him. I am also a drifter. When I think of my hometown, it is the first thing that comes to mind.
there was one on the left. Than the right: thicker, it takes three adults to hug; Older, older roots are exposed. I remember when I was a child, every summer, when the villagers finished their work, they all liked to come under the big camphor tree and sit on the pulped roots where their ancestors sat to enjoy the cool, chat with their families and talk about farming. Children are either playing around or pestering grandpa to tell stories. On weekdays, if there is anything in the village, the villagers also like to gather under the big camphor tree to discuss. It seems that discussing things under the big camphor tree will be fair, just, harmonious and happy.
unfortunately, in the early 198s, after my family moved to another place, it was sold to an ancient tree dealer by the then production captain who was obsessed with money, regardless of the villagers' strong opposition. I heard that when the big camphor tree was cut down, dismembered and taken away, the hearts of the villagers were broken, and some of them shed tears. Although I didn't know the world at that time, I was heartbroken when I learned that the big camphor tree was cut and sold. Even now, looking at the pair of camphor trees left by our ancestors, only the small camphor tree stands there alone, and my heart is still lost, which is not a taste.
in front of the village, there is a big threshing floor. Now the threshing floor is paved with cement, which used to be loess. At that time, it was sunny after the rain, and I always saw a man named Xigong in the village, taking a grass hoe and filling the footprints of people coming and going without pay. Therefore, our threshing floor is always so smooth and flat. The villagers thresh grain and wheat here and dry the harvested crops. In the event of a storm, if the villagers see someone after grabbing their crops, they will not hesitate to run to help them, even if they had quarreled before grabbing the drying space and the crops have not been harvested. Children, no matter day or night, as long as someone stands in the middle of the threshing floor and shouts loudly, "Hello, my minions! Come out and play! " They ran out from every household and came here to play games such as hopscotch, kicking shuttlecock, playing marbles, spinning top, hide-and-seek, losing handkerchiefs and catching bad guys.
Swallow, still so busy, is going back and forth in the sky. At first, I liked swallows, because I heard my mother say, "Swallows are beneficial birds, which specialize in eating pests and protecting crops." With crops, farmers have food and clothes to wear. And according to people, whoever the swallow comes to will have good luck. " Later I didn't like swallows. Because swallows always go to other people's houses to build nests, and don't come to my house to build nests. I envied it, so I called my sister, made a nest out of a beautiful paper box and put it on the beam to seduce them. And they, incredibly unmoved. In desperation, they had to use bamboo poles to get home, but they would rather die than follow. It made me lose face in front of my friends, and I was born of love and hate.
at night, over the surrounding grass, are fireflies still twinkling there, shining with the stars in the sky, making people confused about which is heaven and which is earth? ! When I was a child, I always thought that the stars were fireflies and fireflies were stars. Because it is the same as the stars: the same blinking, the same stars. At that time, I always liked to take a cattail fan to pounce on fireflies, and then put it in a bottle. When I was tired of playing, I took it as my way home.
outside the threshing floor is Datang. Lotus is: you are in full bloom, I am still in bloom, and she is in bud. Provoked: bees can't stop collecting nectar; Butterflies fly from flower to flower in spirit; Dragonflies point to clear water for a while, and set up lotus tips for a while; Frogs jump from one lotus to the other; At this time, the fish became an actor B, only looming in the waves between Ping and Ping.
I don't like eating lotus seeds since I was a child, because lotus seeds are a little bitter. Now I buy it from time to time, because I believe that people say that lotus seeds clear fire. As for eating lotus seeds every summer when I was a child, it was just because I couldn't bear to pass by the lotus pond and watch the lotus stand in the middle of the water. People could only enjoy themselves and live a beautiful life. ?
below the left corner of the outer dam of Datang is the well pond. What is a well pond? Because it is a natural spring well, it is called a pond because of its large area. Needless to say, the water quality is very good, and the villagers draw water from here.
there used to be a lot of tuanyu in the pond. I didn't know it at first. It was a time when I met a foreigner who didn't know where he came from. He went down to the pond and blew the water like thunder with his hands. As a result, many fish swarmed out. The man was quick of eye and caught one accurately, and so on and so on. He didn't know until he caught a large net bag. Nature is wild, because at that time, tuanyu was dirty and could not be served on the table, and people were not interested in stocking it. To stock, it is also to stock some carp, silver carp and crucian carp. Therefore, the villagers just watched the excitement and let it go without saying anything. I don't know if there is one now, but I don't think so. Because now, as long as people can eat, what to eat, and there is no restraint, the earth is almost ruined.
opposite the village, there is a mountain that is not very high, which we call Mianshan. On the mountain, there are few trees, only shrubs, thorns and weeds. It is a good place to herd cattle. Grass fertilizer is on the one hand; The most important thing is that there are no crops on the mountain, so the cows don't have to be led, so they can be thrown away. Cowherd boys let themselves drift and do whatever they want: either pick wild fruits such as hawthorn, thorn, Rosa laevigata, Queena Ding Mountain and Elaeagnus Elaeagnus; Either use branches as camouflage and sticks as guns to play war; Or sit around telling stories and guessing riddles.
The favorite game is to sit in the natural stone sedan chair that looks like the old official sedan chair, official. Administer the eight wastes and four fields for the benefit of one party. Let the adults on that side not worry about their lives, smile every day and don't beat and scold their children. Children often have new clothes to wear, delicious food and fun toys to play with.
at the foot of the mountain is the village road. The village department is located on the roadside, and then a micro street is derived. The north and south are just a mile apart: two small department stores, a barber shop, a clinic, a blacksmith shop, an oil mill, a fish and vegetable shop, and four farmers who join in the fun.
I strolled around this mini street with great interest. Suddenly, a young girl came face to face. She has a delicate face, long hair, slender figure, decent dress and pure and clever temperament. "Who is lucky to have such a wonderful girl? ！” I sighed in my heart. I couldn't help but want to see more. I didn't want to. She got off the road and entered a farmhouse by the road before she got near. It was like a beautiful painting. When she was still unfinished, she suddenly rolled up the shaft, which made people feel lost.
Between the mountains and the villages, it was not a vast field. It is more appropriate to say that it is a field than a wilderness. Because since ancient times, rice flowers should be fragrant at this time, but now only weeds are fragrant. If this happened in the past, it would be unthinkable to have fields that were not planted and abandoned. Nowadays, with the development and progress of society, it is not inconceivable for farmers to have nothing to eat and wear without farming. It's just a pity that I can't see it anymore: it's full of turtles, tuanyu, fat frogs with different varieties; Fish that often swim into ditches; Monopterus albus and loach are everywhere; There are so many snails adsorbed on the wall of the ditch that no one wants them. The poet can't even write: "In the rice fragrance, there is a good harvest, and listen to the frogs." A wonderful poem.
In the middle of the field, a river runs from south to north. In my childhood, I used to play with water in rivers and streams naked. I can't help but ask: why do you want to be naked when playing with water? Because not only did my ass get wet, but my father knew that he would be beaten if he played with water. Bare ass, although sometimes met by girls, a little ashamed, but better than being beaten. The taste of being beaten is not good: first, you prick yourself, give your father your hands, then take off your pants, offer your ass and ask him to beat you. Then why do you want to be naked when you are beaten? Because not only strands, will break pants. At that time, poor, expensive clothes, broken, not only parents, including themselves will be heartbroken. Ass, smashed, can grow, not pity. The lack of pity is not enough, but the ass is fleshy and painful after all. To what extent does it hurt? It hurts so much that I began to wonder if it was my father's own. The most unbearable thing is not to make people cry. That's all. What's more, I want you to bear the pain and promise not to play with water next time.
how can you guarantee it? Not to mention where the stream comes from and where it goes. How long is it, and why is it always endless? Makes people curious; How comfortable it is to soak in cold water in the hot summer; I don't say that pebbles are colorful and beautiful. Pick up a few and take them home. When you make a mistake, coax your younger brother into telling him not to tell his father, so as to avoid suffering. Not to mention that snakes can swim without hands and feet, and they are as fast as lightning, which is amazing; It's fun to fish crabs in the hole where there are as many crabs as a honeycomb. It's fun just to steal a bucket from home and fish in the river. You can't catch fish in deep water. You can only catch fish in shallow water and let a few friends drive the fish from deep water to shallow water. If you are lucky, you will catch a lot. There are different varieties, such as crucian carp, catfish, side fish, table fish and small hemp fish. I dare not take it home and let my mother cook it for my family members who have been living a hard life all the year round. It's a pity to throw it away. So the friends discussed such a result: send two friends whose parents are good-natured, go home and steal a small pot and some condiments, and everyone too many cooks dug a small earthen stove at the edge of a quiet river dam, put the pot on it, collected some firewood, poured fish and crabs into the pot and cooked it himself. The fragrance and beauty are beyond description. ?
behind the village is a small bamboo forest. There are many birds, all kinds, some by name, and some by name. Let's cry here and sing there. It's very lively. Unfortunately, without an interpreter, I couldn't understand what they said. But I'm sure, there are many sweet words between the opposite sex. I don't understand it, but it's not good for me to pry into the privacy of young birds. When I was a child, I often came here to dig out birds' eggs, which made the birds lose many children. Now, as a father, I feel sorry for the pain. Bamboo leaves are thin, and many mottled sunlight is screened out, so the forest does not feel gloomy at all. Walking on the forest path that I walked through as a child, I returned to the innocence, and everything in the world was ethereal, and my body and mind were fresh and comfortable.
Bamboo is a gift from nature. Adults use it to weave household chopsticks. Children use it to make various toys. After all, it reminds me that my father, who has always been majestic, once made a toy plane for my brother and me with bamboo. At the same time, I was flattered and extremely happy. I dragged on playing every day until I was old and embarrassed to play. Later, I don't know where the plane went. I've rummaged through everything, but I can't find it. Maybe I moved a lot and lost it? !
behind the bamboo forest, there are hills. The hills are covered with dry land. Cotton and linen, corn, sweet potatoes, wheat and the like were planted in the past. Nowadays, fruit trees are planted, such as peach trees, plum trees, pear trees, jujube trees, orange trees, persimmon trees, bayberry trees, apple trees and grape trees. This season there are only peaches, plums, pears, bayberry and grapes. When I was a child, only a few families planted fruit trees, which was rare. Greedy, only go out to steal by night. Now, all over the mountains. No matter who owns it, pick it if you want, no one cares or says. The fruit is so heavy that the branches are bent. What I don't understand is: it's the harvest season, why doesn't anyone come to pick it? !
In the village, the adobe houses in the past have now become reinforced concrete single-family buildings. There are cars parked in front of some houses. The roads are all cement. On such a hot day, no one enjoys the cool under the camphor tree; There is no one on the village road to carry a teapot to the spring to play spring water. Because now every household has an air conditioner and a refrigerator. ?
My hometown is still that hometown, and the scenery is still the same, but things have changed. Take the young girl I met on the village road for example. If she walks on the city street, who knows that she is a girl from a mountain village? There is also the back hill, which is full of fruits and rare things in childhood. Now, no one picks them. They were all ripe and rotten when they fell to the ground, and the villagers did not regret it at all. Well done! Let it comfort the poverty and sorrow of the past! And made Du Fu change his poem: Ten thousand wine and meat stink, and there is no frozen bone on the road. ?