I walked on the village road covered with wormwood, looking for childhood games and laughter, but all I found was the paw prints of sparrows and the chirp of crickets.
As the sun sets, I look for the silhouette of my childhood play at the head of the village, only to find that the mottled earth wall full of cracks will fall down, and even the kiln roof of Xitou Temple, the stage of our game, is integrated into the thatched land.
There are few people in the village. I can't hear the laughter of children playing with sticks and monkeys and rolling iron rings anymore; Never see the happy old man wearing a coarse cotton-padded jacket, leaning against the north wall, basking in the warm sun and smoking a cigarette again; I can't see three groups of five or six young women with insoles embroidered on their soles chattering together; I can't see the old cows ruminating in the corner, and a group of chickens are grazing leisurely under the guidance of hens; Young people have entered the city and merged into the torrent of civilization. Most of the old people have moved into new villages made of bricks and cement.
My hometown is old, and I can't find my deep hometown anymore. I closed my eyes in disappointment. Gee-the original hometown is deeply hidden in my heart. I finally found my hometown in my heart.
drainage shaft
As the tap water reached the village, the well at the head of the village was abandoned. The pulley shaft lies alone above the wellhead day after day, chewing the happiness of the past.
It is also the season when the sun rises. One by one, hardworking villagers came to the well with the cock's high-pitched voice, hung large buckets on the well rope and let go of the handle of the pulley.
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"Tickle, tickle, tickle ..." Although it was very hard, the pulley did not forget to recite the monotonous and repetitive poems loudly. He wants to tell people that he is happy to send sweetness and moisture to all the men, women and children in the village.
There are more and more villagers by the well. They exchanged experiences in sowing seeds and ways to get rich, and even had sour and sweet life jokes. I remember a little daughter-in-law in the village who was very handsome and came to the well with her handsome husband. Those uncles and aunts joked about her sexual intercourse, which made everyone laugh and made the generous daughter-in-law blush.
The pulley frame smiled happily at the thought of these interesting things. Its laughter woke the sparrow upside down in meditation and scared it to fly far away with its wings flapping.
The sun climbed the treetops again. Pulley wakes up from memory. This is the day when villagers used to carry water, but it listened carefully to the surrounding sounds, only the bells of insects in the grass, but no villagers' footsteps echoed in their ears. It had to close its ears again and began to recall every familiar step and the interesting story of its owner.
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