When I was a child, I grew marijuana in the fields of my hometown in Chongyi every year. Matian in my hometown has always been the most magnificent scenery, the most lyrical poem and the most inspirational banner of life in my heart! Recalling the amorous feelings of my hometown, and the passionate stories about life and love deduced in my hometown, I am still trembling and excited.
Marijuana was grown in my hometown in late winter. At that time, the weather was already very cold, and all the leaves on the ditch were gone, leaving only a long string of bare branches screaming sharply in the cold wind. At this time, in the bleak and empty fields, some "colleagues" were raking the ground with dark buffaloes. As early as autumn, the land was plowed, undulating like solidified black waves in the field. And those "cowboys" stand firmly on the rake like nails, let the cows drag them and slide leisurely on the mud waves. When they are happy, they pout their lips and blow a loud whistle, which looks very comfortable and lyrical.
When the land is soft, start sowing. Generally, men dig ditches in front and women follow. On the left side of the waist, there is a dustpan filled with seeds of plant ash and white hemp. The right arm is beautifully drawn, and the seeds are picked up and scattered in the shallow ditch. It's interesting that a man and a woman flow in the field in pairs. Maybe people who live a relaxed life are in a happy mood. There are always some wild men who want to make a dirty joke about the woman they are paired with, and even reach out and touch the woman's waist when they get to the farm. When a woman refuses, she grabs plant ash, and plant ash is accompanied by hemp seeds, which are stuffed into a man's collar, often making him totally embarassed and even face big. At this time, the woman's man stood by with a hoe and smiled stupidly, as if he had picked up a bargain. The man and the woman smiled and squatted on the ground, clutching their chests, and did not forget to encourage the provocative woman: "Let's make it whole, let's make it whole, let's make it hard, let's see if he will blame it later!" So in the field of winter without scenery, there appeared joyful and dissolute laughter, which shook the breath of life wave after wave!
At that time, I was only eleven or twelve years old, and I always liked to follow my father who was a "cowsmith" and drive buffaloes to pull stones to crush the overturned hemp fields. When the stone picked up the dirt, I rushed to shovel it with my little hoe. I don't understand most of the adult's "Dragon Gate Array", but I can understand two or three sentences. As soon as I heard it, I felt ashamed and quickly lowered my blushing face. At this time, it was discovered by several aunts next to me. They all pointed at me and clapped their hands and laughed: "Oh, the people understand, is the dog queen awake?" So there was a naughty neighbor, Uncle Hu, who tried to take off his pants to "show his identity". I was so scared that I lost my hoe and ran on the ridge. ...
The Spring Festival is coming soon. Ma Tian in the first month has become a happy world for rural children. Whenever a relative comes to pay a New Year call, the children will secretly push away the guest's bike and push it to the hemp field to learn to ride. At this time, before the seedlings grew out, they were crushed like an empty yard by stones. When the bicycle rolled down, both wheels sank inch by inch, making it difficult to fall off. Even if it falls, it won't hurt the car. Most rural children learned to ride bicycles in the hemp field in the first month. But the captain saw the messy rut marks in the field and wanted to scold. As soon as the captain scolded, the children pushed their bicycles home. Some naughty children ran to their stockade to hide, made faces at the captain and even scolded him. In a rage, the captain drove him to the children's house to find an adult theory, and threatened to deduct his work points! Therefore, the child will inevitably be caught by his father and cry like a pig. ...
It was not until the beginning of February that the weather gradually warmed up, and the young hemp seedlings arched from the flat ground, straight line by line, all over the field, like countless small green palms, trembling and stretching in the chilly spring. ...
The rural passion bred by Ma Tian
Hemp seedlings grow very fast, especially in the bright sunshine in March and April of the lunar calendar, just like a green sea of fire rushing up. At about the beginning of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, Ma Miao jumped over the head, delicate and green, and became a mature and plump Ma Lin.
Most of the hemp fields in my hometown are more than ten acres, hundreds of acres or even hundreds of acres. They are endless, smoky and spectacular. This is the windy and rainy season in the countryside. In the wind and rain, the endless hemp forest undulates like a green tulle tent, struggling and shouting. That kind of passion reminds me so far that I can't help but be heartbroken.
I can't forget Ma Tian in my hometown, because there are many dreams, romances and absurdities of my childhood hidden in this emerald sea. At that time, when we children were cutting pig grass, we always liked to carry backpacks into the deep and dense hemp forest. It's not lush pig grass, but cool inside. After drilling in, we were out of our parents' sight and did whatever we wanted.
Malin in midsummer is really beautiful and attractive. The grass and gray vegetables on the ground are delicate and lush. Rows of hemp stalks are beautiful and beautiful, shining like jade in the sun. Those hemp leaves and white flowers on the head are swaying leisurely in the breeze in the wild, and the waves are full of customs.
When all the boys entered Marin, we took out a pair of dirty and broken cards to bet on the pig grass in our backpacks, and put it in front of everyone in small piles. By sunset, some people's backpacks are full and some people's backpacks are empty. Therefore, people with full backpacks don't have to work hard anymore, and they go home with the pig grass they won with satisfaction, while those with empty backpacks are miserable, so they have to run out of the field in a panic and rush to the field or ditch. Sometimes when the backpack is not full until dark, I try my usual trick, shaking the pig grass as loosely as possible or simply supporting a few sticks in the middle, pretending that the backpack is full and going home to fool my parents. Of course, some parents are like a mirror in their hearts, and they fall down when they gently press their hands on the grass. At this time, cheating children are bound to be scolded, even beaten, and will be thrown out of the kitchen door to stand as punishment, and are not allowed to eat supper.
But most of the time, boys in my hometown are drilling with girls. As soon as we went in, everyone sat together and played with the pot. At this time, the boys scrambled for the beautiful girl to be their new wife. At that time, my biggest dream was to put my own straw wreath on the head of a little girl named Yuling and let her be my bride.
But the beautiful Yuling doesn't like me and always doesn't partner with me. Yuling likes a boy who is taller and older than me. Every time, she always takes the initiative to sit next to the boy and reaches for his corolla. So I was sulking, and I was unhappy every time I made a pot. I have always hated the girl I paired with. Her clothes are dirty, her hair is messy and her nose runs too long. I was absent-minded throughout the play, and I couldn't help watching Yuling. As soon as I saw Yuling talking and laughing about "love" with that boy, my nose was sour and I couldn't stop crying! I think I must have looked very depressed, lonely and sad at that time. This is my ignorant childhood, and I want to cry for a woman for the first time. ...
As for what adults do in the summer forest, we children are not very clear, but we can feel a lot of ambiguous things. In those siesta moments when cicadas are singing, I have seen many times a man pretending to work with a hoe on his shoulder, walking into the vast and lush hemp forest from one end of the hemp field and disappearing in an instant. About half a cigarette later, a woman with a bag on her back walked into Marin from the other side of Ma Tian and disappeared instantly. Then it fluttered in the afternoon breeze without a trace ... but within a few days, couples in the village were fighting, playing unfairly and even swearing at each other. Then a woman was beaten black and blue, ran back to her family with a blue cloth bag in her hand, and didn't come back for ten and a half months, even clamoring for a divorce from her husband! In this way, men have enemies with each other, and there will always be conflicts when transplanting rice and harvesting grain, which makes the whole village laugh.
The most interesting thing is that when chopping hemp around the Dragon Boat Festival, some trampled open spaces are always found in the depths of hemp fields, and foreign objects such as toilet paper are discarded on the open spaces. The men and women who cut hemp smiled meaningfully at the clearing and toilet paper, and then looked with sharp eyes. You look at me, I look at you, guessing. Then there are men or women who are guilty and avoid those hot eyes. I couldn't hold on any longer, so I pretended to be serious, tore open my throat and shouted angrily, "Bastard! Where are the wild dogs here crazy? The horse stepped on a big piece! "
At that time, we were still young and didn't understand customs. Naturally, it is difficult for us to understand the expressions and words of adults. We just looked at the empty space and foreign objects and thought: What are those wild dogs running around here? You stepped on such a big hemp? The meaning is clear: we children didn't step on this field, and we don't have so much energy to "make pots and pans", let alone so bold passion!
Therefore, Marin's vacant lot always haunts my childhood like a mystery, which makes my poor imagination richer and better. ...
Spectacular hemp cutting scene in summer? There are many stresses on chopping hemp in my hometown. First, only men are allowed to operate knives, and women can only do odd jobs. And if a man wants to be a "hemp cutter", he must be ingenious and skilled. When chopping hemp, the knife should be close to the ground, and the sharp pile head should not be cut; When removing hemp leaves, be careful not to damage the delicate hemp skin. In my hometown, only real experts can be "hemp cutters". Being able to chop hemp with a knife is the glory of a man in his hometown and a symbol of his mature charm.
So in the hemp cutting season, all the men in my hometown are cool and awesome: they wear linen cuffs on their left arms and long-handled hemp knives in their right hands, like dancing rulers. Qing Ma brushed and cut in her arms, and her voice was crisp and neat. Then cut off the top leaf and scratch the hemp top like hair. Then shave off the back of the knife, hug your waist and cut the knife. In the vast hemp field, I saw green hemp lying one after another, and green leaves flying all over the sky. It is vivid, interesting and spectacular!
After the green hemp was cut by women and tied into bundles, it was pushed into the hemp pit with a chicken cart for soaking. In about ten days, the marijuana will be ripe. Pick it up and bask in the wheat field harvested by the cellar. Under the bright sunshine in midsummer, the cooked green hemp will dry up day by day, revealing a large oily, flexible, moist, yellowish and fragrant young leaf.
So in those rainy days when it was impossible to work in the fields, men and women in their hometown concentrated in the spacious storage room to peel hemp. In the fragrance of hemp skin and the leisure of peeling hemp, there are many "dragon gate arrays" flying out of the mouths of men and women in their hometown, and there are many flirting scenes in gloomy rainy days, which are touching. ...
Matian in my hometown is actually a green square where men and women in my hometown show their life and passion!
Contributing author
Li: Member of Chinese Writers Association, member of Novel Committee of Sichuan Writers Association, student of 2 1 Advanced Research Class of Lu Xun College of Literature, screenwriter signed by Alai Studio, and executive vice chairman of Dujiangyan Writers Association. His major works include the novels Glory, Continue to Flow, Glory of Iron and Blood, and the short stories Demon Green, Nowhere to Hide, Paper Archway, Butterfly Flying, etc. He won the 9th Sichuan Literature Award, the 6th Chengdu Jin Furong Literature Award, and the 7th and 8th Chengdu "Five One Projects" Awards.