What a blessing
In the mid-1970s, our childhood friends gathered at Tianxin Pavilion. Everyone talked and laughed, recalled the past, and lamented the ruthlessness of the years. When we reach middle age, our childhood memories The past seems to be right in front of you. When I talk about the time when we stood in a row on the Tianxin Pavilion city wall and took out our water machine guns to see who could shoot farther? When who took the longest to pee, something incredible happened. Some friends said they couldn’t remember clearly, and some simply said it didn’t happen, saying that my memory deceived me. Why is this happening? I clearly remember it very clearly. , am I old and confused? Impossible, absolutely impossible. In the end, everyone decided not to investigate whether this matter was true or not, because no one could tell. We decided to have another competition, which was to make tea and eat at the same time to see who could last until the end to go to the bathroom. Haha, I won again, I was the second to last one. In my memory, I also ranked among the top three in the competition on the city wall. Well, let’s stop talking about it and let’s go back to the interesting childhood stories of my Lord Tianxin.
Daoxiang Villa
In the early 1950s, when my elder was 5 years old, our family rented the Daoxiang Villa in Tianxin on the ancient rice field. According to the words of old Changsha people, Daoxiang Villa is actually a mansion (in my memory, this mansion seems to be the property of Yu Taihua, the famous boss of Changsha Jinxing). Oh, I forgot to tell you, my uncle and my father before liberation They are both master silversmiths). On the left and right of the entrance are fish ponds, which are actually fire-proof pools, then the patio, then the hall, and on the right is the kitchen. (Now that I think back to the aroma wafting from the kitchen during the Spring Festival, I can’t help but Mouthwatering), there is a shell button machine in the hall, which is used to make shirt buttons. Living in the mansion are: our family, my uncle’s family, Luo Ganma’s family, I can’t remember if there are other families. Luo Ganma is a provincial people's doctor (nurse?) and has a daughter older than me. Later I only found out that Sister Luo worked in a large state-owned enterprise in Xiangtan (Sister Luo, if you see this article, please contact me). The dusk in the evening is my happiest moment. Back then, there were no brick walls in the section of Tianxin Pavilion next to the ancient rice fields. There was only a section of bamboo fence. On summer nights, when dragonflies got tired of flying, they would rest on the bamboo fence. That’s what I wanted to do. It was the best time for my father to help catch the dragonfly, and then used a string to pull it to fly. This miniature kite flew and flew under the pull of the string. I was so happy that I patted and chased with my little hands. After returning home, these dragonflies were tied to the car buckle. In the end, these little lives were inseparable from the tragic fate of being eaten by mice. (Now that I think back on how cruel I was at that time, little dragonfly, please forgive me for being ignorant back then. I was ignorant and pinned my happiness on the lives of little innocent people). But childhood is childhood after all, and we can’t look at the past through the eyes of the present, what do you think? Which of us little brats back then didn’t take out a penis and flood the seven armies while watching the ants move? How many innocent little lives were lost at the hands of little urchins like us? Back then, there was a small creek to the north of Tianxin Pavilion, with clear spring water flowing out from the cracks in the rocks. In the morning breeze and the setting sun, we children played by the creek from time to time, watching the translucent water constantly scouring and colliding with the ditch. The stones, strings of small silver-white waves flying in the small whirlpool, the little thoughts are also thinking about where the little flowing water has flowed to, the beating water drops, will you come back to play with me? Sometimes I could not move in my mind but watched for several hours. When the adults came to ask for dinner, I took them home and cursed in a soft voice, "I'm crazy again, I'm dumbfounded again." But at such a young age, I I am always being led by an adult while turning my head from time to time to look back at my flowing pearls. My young and young concerns are vaguely surging in my body and mind... Back then, there was a section to the north of Tianxin Pavilion without a brick wall. There was a small ditch where many wild leeks and wild onions grew... It was a good place for us to try new things without spending money, and it was also a good place for us little kids to play. The unknown wildflowers that bloom in spring surprise us, the unknown insects make us want to catch them but are afraid of them, and the flying colorful butterflies make us chase them so hard that we don’t want to go back all day long. To the right of the entrance to the mansion is an open space the size of several football fields. Among the knee-high weeds are a few scorched earth from bomb craters left after the war. There are gravel and dead branches rolling down everywhere. You can walk around at will. Rats scurry and hares gallop.
It was my father and uncle who worked together to reclaim this neglected and barren land into several large pieces of flat land, including a large vegetable garden. By the way, "these lands were reclaimed by our fathers sixty years ago." A piece of land. Sixty years later, if you own dozens of acres of land next to Tianxin Pavilion for real estate development, wouldn’t it become a valuable land? I’m afraid Forbes will be busy asking for his signature. Of course, this is even more childish than a child. nonsense". When the melons and vegetables are ripe and falling, the scene of us little friends stretching out our little hands to pick melons and eat them under the cucumber shed is still very clear in our minds; this is also our favorite time, the sky is so blue and the white clouds are rolling in all kinds of colors. All kinds of animals, human figures, etc. are so white and translucent. (Really, I always felt that the sky when I was a child was so bright and bright blue, and the white clouds were also so bright and bright white. It is not like the sky now that always has a grayish look. Feeling, is this what people call environmental pollution? Alas! People are so sorry for themselves). Under the sunshine and the breeze blowing, the fathers told stories about children from ancient times to the present, including Sima Guang who smashed a vat to save his children, his mother-in-law who devoted herself to serving the country with tattoos, and calligrapher Wang Shi who practiced calligraphy since he was a child, even using the water to polish his ink. More than a dozen large tanks, etc. The most puzzling thing is that a man named Luo Gan actually became a minister-level official in his teens? When I was a child, I was stupid and liked to make wild guesses. Why did I have to find a brick to throw at it? Picking up a random stone would be much more unpleasant. It takes so much time to save people! How many years does it take to grind so much ink? I'm afraid that a child will grow into an adult before he can practice calligraphy... But after all, how much enlightenment in life has been moistened into the heart drop by drop. Benefit life. Summer and autumn are coming, and the harvest of the crocodile flower will bring us more happiness later, because its flowers and seeds are a kind of medicine. The flowers clear away heat and stop bleeding, and the seeds clear the liver and improve eyesight. Every time they are sent to Ma Wang's pharmacy, they are exchanged for money. Later, my father would give each of us a fragrant meat bun in the bun shop. That kind of satisfaction and happiness cannot be expressed in words. Time flies. I grew up in ignorance, and I grew up in ignorance. Gradually bid farewell to the naive childhood. Worry-free childhood, happy childhood, who do you ask? Everyone’s childhood is happy, because with the radiance of father’s love and mother’s love shining on us, we are not afraid of wind and rain. The memories are sweet, but also sad. A child wants to be filial but his relatives are not there. This is the greatest tragedy in life. There is nothing more painful and helpless than this. My parents in heaven, how are you? I am thinking about you and missing you day and night. The years are passing by, and there is no way we can do anything about the frustrations in life. Life goes on, and we should be happy every day. This is what each of us should do. After renting for a year, our family moved to Daodeli Lane (my uncle’s family moved to Shuiyuelin, and my godmother’s family lived somewhere else). Although we were far away from the ancient rice fields, we were still within the vicinity of Tianxin.