Farmers' hearts are always anxious. So I often pin my hopes on Shan Yu in the dark. When the canal dried up and blocked, Shan Yu was like a lifeline, which touched the hearts of countless farmers. Fortunately, God pays farmers. After the unexpected rainy season in the mountains comes late, farmers' frowning brows will often be relieved, and women will happily congratulate each other, just like a small festival. Rain has brought life to the earth, vitality to everything and hope to the mountain people who love Shan Yu.
Tonight is quiet and peaceful, there is no rain, no wind, only a few faint barks and cicadas. The night sky is so clean that you can even see the stars twinkling. The moon climbed slowly from the hill and the weather was much cooler. After the torch festival, summer rain hits the tail. The leaves of crops fall in the yellow season. The crops in the field have been shaking, which indicates a bumper harvest. Some peasant families have begun to dig potatoes with baskets on their backs. Baskets of potatoes were dug out of the ground, rubbed into baskets, and went home sweating, so we had boiled potatoes and fried potatoes in our meals, and shepherds who made bonfires in the wild also had baked potatoes. . .
The villagers worked hard for a year and got a bumper harvest.
Erjia
The old house in the park, also in the coming autumn, ushered in its end, to be demolished and built a new house. After all the preparations were completed by my parents, I suddenly felt blue. At dinner in the evening, my brother asked my father. Ada told my brother meaningfully that he was only two years old when the old house was built. As a result, the old house has gone through more than 20 years of wind and rain. Our brother is ignorant and toddler, and the Lord grows every day. The old house has also covered us for many years.
The old house is old after all. The eaves leaked the year before last. Every rainy season, we always use a basin to receive raindrops from the sky. On sunny days, my parents took us to cover the roof tiles with plastic for renovation. We turn them out, cover them with ponchos and then cover them with tiles. At that time, Eminem said shyly on the roof that women should not be on the roof. Ada took one look and silently turned over his tiles. Our brothers are busy laying, moving and delivering tiles. . . During the intermission, Ada sat on the roof, smoking two five-ox cigarettes, and said affectionately: A Korean-style solar bath will be built at the foot of the mountain in a while. At that time, solar water heaters were still rare in mountainous areas. At that time, men in the mountains drew $2.50 for five cows, then $3 for Huangguoshu, $7 for World Show and $0/0 for Zhongnanhai/KLOC. At present, men in the mountains generally smoke Ziyun 13 dollars, young people smoke Liqun 15 dollars, Tian Zi 20 dollars, Rouyun 25 dollars and even Hanzi 50 dollars. In addition to the rise in prices and changes in tobacco products, it is more the vicissitudes of time, and the years are seamless.
The houses of the mountain people are simple in furnishings and simple in furniture, and grain, tables and chairs, bedding and fireplaces are piled together. A seemingly spacious house is often slightly crowded. When I was young, when there was a power outage in the mountains, our two brothers could find what they wanted in the darkness of the house, which was a place they were familiar with with with their eyes closed.
In the upper left of the room, there is the ancestral spirit tablet, that is, Madu of the Yi people. The soul gathers on this little bone spirit to pray for our children and grandchildren. On holidays, when the long-married aunts come back to visit relatives, Eminem will respect Zuling with a glass of wine. That's our holy land.
When the winter nights are long, the fireplace is the favorite of the mountain people. We are surrounded by the fireplace, cooking, eating and even doing our homework, busy, living and eating. Eminem mended our childhood youth by the fireplace. Ada was meditating on how to make a living by the fire pit. Our parents taught us the true meaning of life by the fireplace. My aunt earnestly warned me by the fireplace that I should listen to my parents, study hard and make progress every day. . . After that, Bimo Ap sat on the top of the fireplace, chanting, and our family sat around the fireplace, silently watching the light of fireworks shine on Bimo Ap's vicissitudes of life. On the first day of New Year's Day, bacon sausages hung above the fire pit, smoky and smoky, and I cooked a delicious meal, which tempted me for many years. . .
Old houses accompany our childhood and youth. We two brothers are playing hide-and-seek, playing around the old house and reading in the courtyard dam. In the dark night, we shivered in the bed of the old house. In the mountains in the early morning, we were lazy and dragged our feet in the old house. When the child lost his teeth, Ada pulled out our teeth with a rope, stood in the yard and threw them on the tiles on the roof. Then he said loudly, ancestors should know that children are growing new teeth and growing up. . .
We study, have a holiday weekend and go back to our old house. We make a living in other places, think about our loved ones and go back to our old house. We work at sunrise and return at midnight. We harvest crops, in the old house, our books and clothes, in the old house, the souls of our ancestors are in the fireplace, in the old house. The old house in the mountains is home, warm and loving, just like me.
We cry in the old house, laugh in the old house, be taught in the old house and grow up in the old house. . .
But today, the old house is going to be demolished.
The newly built house will still be on the original basis of the old house. The new house will be brighter, more civilized and cleaner, but there will be no more fire pits in the new house.
The days of mountain people, like a poem written by Mu Xin, slowly pass by, like a wheel in no hurry, an email in no hurry. But after all, it is convenient and convenient. The construction of new houses will be subsidized by the government, and the construction of new houses will involve the hard work of our brothers. The construction of the new house will make us live better than the old one. . .
We are looking forward to saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, but the old house has always remained in my heart and in my life.
The old house bears a lot of my past, my parents' past and my family's past. The night before the house was demolished, I meditated in the dark and said, for the old house that is about to disappear, for the past experience and life. The old days.
Goodbye, old house.