Time: 20 13-03-20 14:26
Prose author: Xiangxi Lao Miao
You can't wait to get up as soon as the bus starts. After a while, you asked, "When will you arrive at Jiapo's house?" Mom laughs at you: "Don't worry, it's still early." You look depressed and bored, looking out the window. I pointed to the scenery outside the window and explained the buildings, trees and various place names along the way. Your interest is tempted, and your little face looks around against the window, asking questions.
In fact, you have traveled this journey many times, and with the growth of age and the improvement of thinking ability, many scenery on the way are left in your memory with a clear impression. Along the way, you kept asking: How many railway bridges can you see? Are we going to arch (Xiangxi dialect: drill) holes? Railway bridges and car tunnels are the deepest memories of this road in your mind.
The car passed through Guzhang County, and you took a nap. When you walked out of Luoyixi Tunnel and saw Mengdong River, you suddenly woke up. When you open your eyes, the first thing you ask is: "Have you crossed the bridge with many ropes?" Unexpectedly, in your impression, the extra-large suspension bridge in Wangcun is also the focus of your attention. I smiled and said, "Not yet, but I will cross the bridge soon." You sit up and stare at the window.
A few minutes later, the car turned a corner and suddenly came into view like a Wangcun suspension bridge with Changhong across the water of Mengdong River. Mom quickly reminded: "Look, there is a bridge hanging with a rope in front." You stretch your head and make an exaggerated cry: "Oh, what a big bridge!" " "Anglie is the mantra you just learned this year. Every time I meet something special, the first sentence is "Anglie", which means I saw it, too. This thing is really spectacular and powerful.
Starting from Wangcun, people kept getting off along the way. Every time you stop to get off the bus, you have to break my arm and ask, "Are we there yet? Do we have to get off? " Mom always laughs: "Don't worry, it's still far away." You hang your head and sigh, "Gapo's house is so far away, and it takes so long by car." When I arrived in Gaoping, I saw the peach-like fruit trees planted on the low slopes on both sides of the highway. I suddenly got excited and cried again and again, "Mom, mom, is that a peach tree?" Mom agreed. You ask again, "Mom, are there many peach trees in Gagong House?" Mom asked, "What do you think?" There is a sly light in your eyes. You smile proudly at such a question that you know perfectly well, and then look up and say in a low voice, "I like peaches very much." This sentence is crucial, and I can't help laughing again.
After sitting for nearly three hours, I finally got off at the school gate of the town middle school. As soon as your feet set foot on the ground, all the memories of this place hidden in your heart immediately revived. Standing at the fork in the road, you can immediately identify the direction accurately and clearly distinguish which way to go to grandma's house, which way to go back to Jishou and which way to go to the farmer's market in the town.
I walked into the house again, and everything was so familiar and kind. Narrow cement roads meander among bamboo forests, and the diaojiao building with gray walls and gray tiles is hidden under the branches of old pear trees. Before the cement threshing floor, a few strings of picked fruits were hung on the pepper tree, and the evergreen trees, which were more than one person tall under the wing, were graceful and shaded with bright green leaves. The scenery in front of us is the same as it was when we came up last year, and there is almost no change. You said hello to grandma, and then repeatedly asked, "Where's Gagong? What did Grandpa do? " I said grandpa was in the vegetable garden by the well. You immediately turned and ran to the well, and the crisp children's voice sounded all the way: "Gagong, Gagong ..."
When you walk into this wooden house, it is not enough for you to devote yourself to expressing the spell of surprise and strength. There is a room full of millet beside the kitchen house to make you shout "Anglie", a lot of bacon hanging on the fireplace to make you shout "Anglie", a rice thresher more than two meters high installed on the back of the hall to make you shout "Anglie", and even two big fat pigs screaming in the pigsty make you shout "Anglie". All these make you feel novel and interesting, and greatly satisfy your little childlike innocence.
Maybe you were tired from running during the day and slept soundly that night. The next morning, I want you to sleep a little longer and climb to the attic to see you if you don't want to finish washing. You are dressed and standing on the cloister. The winter mornings in the town are very cold. The hay on the tile surface is covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost everywhere, and the pool near the well has frozen thin. Grandma and mom are busy cooking breakfast in the kitchen. We sat side by side by the fireplace to keep warm. You opened the picture book and asked me to read Tang poetry with you.
According to your request, we read one by one from left to right in front of the book. There are more than a dozen Tang poems in the book, of which you can recite five or six. When reading aloud, whatever you haven't learned, you can read it gently in my voice. When you meet a poem that you can already recite, you hold my hand and your eyes are full of excitement. You repeatedly shouted, "Dad, be quiet and let me read it myself, okay?" I agree with you. You happily evoke your little head, point your finger at the words, and read word for word: "There is someone deep in the cold mountain and white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. " After watching a song, I immediately turned my head and said, "I can watch this one, too." Look at me. " Then read: "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love does an inch of grass have, and it is rewarded with three spring rays? "
This day happened to be the day when the town arrived at the scene. After breakfast, the whole family went to town and rushed to the scene. The location is on a narrow old street in the town. The place is not big, but there are many people rushing to the scene. In addition to the locals, people from nearby towns and villages such as Baoping, Simi, Gaoping and Wangcun also came here to catch up. A little further, there are foreigners such as Wanping, Guzhang, Zhangjiajie and Shaoyang doing business here. Sparrows are small and complete. All kinds of goods in the small market are filled with stalls, full of tricks and dazzling. But these things are not attractive to you. When you get what you want, your only pleasure is to hold your sister's hand and drill around like two slippery fish in the bustling crowd.
When I walked across the stone bridge in the middle of the old street, I told you that you were born in this small town. Eleven pear trees were planted in front of the hospital where you were born. At that time, snow-white pears were blooming everywhere on the trees, and clusters of them were dazzling white like hydrangeas. When the mountain wind blows, the petals fall in succession, and the fragrance permeates the whole hospital. You were so absorbed that you didn't talk for a long time. On the way back, you suddenly asked your mother, "Mom, dad said I was born here?" Mom agreed. You stayed for a while and then asked, "My dad also said that there were eleven big pear trees in the hospital where I was born, which were full of flowers. Is it true? " Mom said it was true. You stopped talking and frowned slightly, as if trying to imagine what the hospital full of pear blossoms looked like.
After lunch, my mother and I led you children to collect wormwood in the wild so that grandma could eat wormwood at night. Walking on the curved ridge, you are holding a stick you picked up from nowhere and waving it happily as you walk. Your happiness infected your brothers and sisters, who shook their heads, babbled and sang songs they didn't understand. In winter, the faint sunshine breaks through the clouds and becomes a golden beam to be projected on the open field. My mother bent down, gently smoothed handfuls of green mugwort leaves and put them in plastic bags. The mountain wind blew and messed up the hair on her forehead. Not far away, several buffaloes are working hard to eat grass, and the copper bells hanging around their necks keep ringing and tinkling, and they spread far and far with the mountain wind.
When I came back from the wild, I had nothing to do for a while. I told you, "I'll take you to the Baisong Reservoir." You are so happy. You always say yes. In order to save time, I took the path behind your back and turned from Tian 'ao to Leigongping. In winter, Shan Ye is full of yellow, only the pyracantha trees growing on both sides of the mountain road are covered with red fruits, which are in full swing and dazzling. You ask me what kind of fruit is this? I call it rescue food, and you can eat it directly. I broke one for you, and you vomited after eating two bites, saying it was not sweet at all, and it was soft to chew in your mouth, but the fruit was beautiful, red and bright, like a flower.
When passing by Leigongping, I specially showed you the wind and rain bridge on the river in front of Zhai Zhai: "Do you see the wooden bridge on that river? The bridge deck is covered with roof tiles for shelter from the wind and rain, and the bridge body is also equipped with a long wooden stool for people who are on their way to stop and rest. This kind of bridge has a nice name in Xiangxi. " You lie on my back and say, "Dad, I've seen this kind of bridge that builds houses on top of it." I said, really? Where have you seen it? You replied: "In the ancient city of Ganzhou, there are many houses on that bridge that are more lovely than this one (Xiangxi dialect: beautiful), and they are not called Huaqiao, but called Fengyu Bridge." I just remembered that the wind and rain bridge in Sanwangge, the ancient city of Ganzhou, is a place where you often play. You must be familiar with this bridge architectural style.
Out of Leigongping, we walked to the corner of the road and faced a wide field. At the foot of the mountain not far away, the tall dam of Baisong Reservoir lies out from behind the village shaded by trees on the left like a dragon, stretching for more than two miles, and then plunges into the bottom of the mountain on the right. On the slope in front of the dam, I don't know what paint was used to cast the four white characters "Baisong Reservoir", which can be seen clearly for miles away. I said, "Do you see the dam ahead? We are going to the reservoir. " You shouted excitedly, "Oh, I see the dam with a big word' water' on it."
Climbing to the top of the dam, the scenery suddenly changed. But when I saw the blue waves rippling under my feet, I walked for several miles. Where the waves hit, a mudflat full of weeds gradually extended into the lake along the foot of the mountain. The water flowed down around the mountain and gradually narrowed the lake. Finally, I saw a winding curve spewing out from the depths of the mountain. On the left side of the lake, there is a dense pine forest with distinct green and distinct layers. On the right is a short slope full of imitation peach trees, and several villages are scattered on the hillside. At the end of the line of sight, thousands of abrupt dangerous peaks rise from the ground, and a large cloud fills the mountainside, thus forming a seamless whole.
I took your hand down the steps to the bottom of the dam, stood by the lake and looked around. In the lake, some people are boating and fishing with nets. Further on the water, flocks of wild ducks are swimming around, chasing and playing happily. You stare at the bird shadow on the lake, and your mouth keeps exclaiming with joy. Since you can remember such a picturesque scenery, this is the first time that you really feel its beauty. This good impression will leave an unforgettable mark on your heart.
On the way back, when passing by Bachong Village on the edge of the reservoir, a family at the bridgehead of the village just had a happy event. On the railing on the second floor, there is a big horizontal couplet written in regular script, "A perfect match, five generations under one roof". You stop and look at the bar. The pasting method of cross-links is from right to left. You don't know the order. Turn your head, say the words you know, and say, "Dad, these are five words, and this is Tian Zi." After that, you pointed to the horizontal couplet and read aloud: "Five days." A little girl standing in the corridor to dry clothes heard this and immediately laughed her head off.
Turn at the big bend in front of Bayon village. You can't go any further. I will pick you up and carry you on my shoulders. Just ten steps away, you suddenly said, "Dad, I want to sleep." I took your hand and said, then go to sleep. Your cheek is on my head, so you fell asleep sideways. It's getting dark, and the twilight is spreading rapidly from the dim place in the distant mountains. I listened to your steady breathing while walking, and my heart was full of warmth and satisfaction. An indescribable sense of happiness walks around the whole body, and the mood is as sweet and soft as drinking wine.
I've been thinking, when you grow up, can you still remember today's trip? Do you still remember this winter evening, on a country road in a small town called Baisong, you rode on your father's shoulder and slept soundly, just as I still often recall the time when I sat on my father's shoulder in my dreams.