Li Xiansen 丨 Finding the root of the chestnut trees (prose)

Under the roots of the roots

Text/Li Sensen

Luxia Village is my grandfather's hometown.

In the Qingming season, while sacrificing loved ones, a big family came to the lower departure of Lishi and came into contact with this small mountain village hidden deep in the mountains in Dashan in zero distance. With excitement, driving all the way west ...

The car was twisted on the Panshan Highway, and the leaves of the big trees and small trees outside the window seemed to have an intimate greeting with Dashan, making the hustle and bustle of the outside world go away with the wheels one meter.

At this time, there is no dazzling color on the hillside. After the autumn harvest, the stalks of Bud Valley were still in the ground. The dark brown sweet potato seedlings were piled up in the ground. The mountain is stone mountain, bare. The side of the gully may be due to drought and rain in winter. The most common is low shrubs. There are a few pornographic leaves hanging in zero and vine. Some malnutrition like ... A wheat field, green, decorate Qiu Shan a trace of green life. Although there is a little aura, there are still a few rural scenery.

He hasn't returned to his hometown for decades, and his father had forgotten the winding mountains he had walked as a child.

There is a small village called Jiangling Village.

"Go to the chestnut village? You go the wrong way." After listening, several folks pointed us enthusiastically, "Just on the ridge opposite." The cooked smoke, I seemed to smell the faint body of my hometown.

The old tree old tree faint crow, the soil wall gray tiles, a few cows, a dog, a group of mixed flowers chicken, a few screaming long bearded goats ... I didn't think of it in front of the chestnut village, I thought over and over again, Is Lishuxia Village such vicissitudes and simplicity?

However, when I really reached Luxia Village, I found out that it was not what I thought. The modern atmosphere has long been integrated into this remote small mountain village.

The road of Panshan is rugged, but it is not bumpy. When it arrives at the destination, it is at noon.

The mountains under the warm sun have less impetuousness and prosperity than the outside world, and more demure and poetic. The courtyard and buildings built by red bricks and buildings are cleverly embedded between the green trees of the jungle with unique terrain and landforms. Occasionally there are old houses with gray tiles, which are more like embellishment, and seem to be inheriting the memory of history.

The mountains of the goose yellow and the fresh atmosphere, from time to time, there are unknown birds crying, crisply passing through the air. The thawed mountain spring, the stream is like the string of the beauty fingers. In the field of cattle farming, wheat seedlings are green. There is no need for fertilizer here. The villagers eat pure natural green food every day. The natural purity of ecology is one of the biggest features here.

The cement road leading to the entrances of each household is not wide but flat, and like a ribbon, tightly connects the mountain with the outside world. In the mountains not far away, the relatively open wheat land was giving birth to another new year.

"Shao Xiao leaves the boss of the house, and the village sounds have no change in hair. The children do not know each other, and the laughing guests come from." There was a household in the village that the guests were dancing guests. There was a pot of fire at the door, and a group of people laughed around the flame. Seeing us, the villagers warmly moved out of the house and moved out of a few stools. We asked us to sit down to bake fire to drive the cold. At the end, I said it was at a meal, and we invited us to have a meal at home. Seeing that we were polite and unwilling to enter, the villagers took out the brilliant and crispy twist from the house, and we must ask us to taste it.

The fellow surnames is also Li, but it is not the same as us. He is not tall, lean and capable, in his fifties. When asked about my original site, he couldn't say the specific location. However, he is sure that his hometown is in this village. Seeing that we were a little disappointed, the villagers laughed and said, "There is also an old birthday star in the village, he must know.

Under his guidance, we found the old man named Zhang. The beard's hair has been pale, with a little camel, but the pace is tough, the eyes are not deaf, and the mouth is clear. If it wasn't for the fellow, I wouldn't believe that the elderly were nearly 90 years old.

The old man is not tall, spiritual, and chaotic gray -white hair, tan eyes are deep in the eye socket, with a bunch of short and hard eight characters, engraved with wrinkles left on the old man's dull face, Essence

He was a friend of my grandfather when he was young. According to the village, I was called his uncle. The old man's house is the old house, built in the 1950s and 1960s. Most of the houses in the courtyard are made of stones and look a little worn. The eaves are covered with a bunch of golden golden corn, which is the harvest last year.

There is a portrait of Chairman Mao in the main hall of Shanggu. The upper part is "turning over and not forgetting Chairman Mao". A plow and a rake standing quietly under the eaves of the north house, seeing a bit desolate and lonely. The south of the courtyard is a sheep shed made of wheat straw and corn stalks. Seven or eight goats are eating forage with interest.

The old man said that he had a son and a grandson. His son was honest and cultural, and he did not leave the door for a lifetime, and he planted land at home. The life of the whole family depends mainly on grandson and grandparents to go out to make money. The grandson of the old man is a welder. The young couple worked in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and they could also save 8,000 children in a year.

The old man is too old, and he has long been able to do farm work. The land of the old man is planted by his son and daughter -in -law, and gives the elderly some food every year to allow the elderly to live alone. The village also provides a minimum guarantee and new farmers for the elderly. It is guaranteed to dress and oil and salt sauce vinegar. "People in the mountains do not pay much about life, as long as there is no shortage of food or lack of wearing." Living at life, the old man smiled at content with contentment.

Behind the house, the elderly also used a small garden to make a person from all around, and the vegetables and fruit trees that were often eaten in summer and autumn were planted. The fields outside the small garden planted some potatoes, pumpkins, zucchini ... These vegetables are enough for daily home use, which is quite self -sufficient. Under the trees with a history of thousands of years of history in front of his house, the villagers who were leisurely were in groups of three or five, or sang or dance.

In front of a new bungalow in the village, the old man said: This is the old site of your family, and a few households have been changed. And that wheat field, from your grandfather ... Following the direction of the elderly, I seemed to see that between this mountain flower, a woman wrapped in a small foot was carrying the basket, and was right. Accompanied by the man with a strong arms waving, he worked hard in the future ... that is my grandpa and grandma.

At the place where Grandpa lived, there was a peaco pod tree that stood in the wind and rain for thousands of years. No one knows how many years this tree has been, and the branches that have only broken are rough. At this time, although it was the severe cold season, a new vitality was given to the branches silently.

The old man sighed, and the big tree was hit by lightning a few years ago, and a branches now have broken and withered! Listening to the sound of "whine" scraped on the treetops, it was also very similar to the low sighs made by the elderly, which also set off the ancient and vicissitudes of Li Shihu Village.

"Who is not a passenger, the flower is the master." Standing under the broken branches and listening to the memories of the elderly, I also clearly felt that this millennium old tree was like an old man who was full of wind and frost. I appreciated the morning and faint alternation, chewed the warmth and coldness of Hongchen, and tasted the sadness and joy in the world.

At a turning point in the village, we met another wife. The wife is dumb, without children and no daughter, with a kind smile on her face.

Seeing that we arrived, she pointed to the newly dug wild vegetables in the basket. I couldn't understand her words, nor could she communicate, but she seemed to be welcoming us from her face expression.

The courtyard wall of the wife's house is a fence wall made of wooden sticks. The door is not locked.

There is a plate of fried salty food on the stove. Several soft steamed buns are covered under the cage cloth, and the incense left after burning the firewood in the house. The indoor light is very dark, and the furniture is very simple. After her grandmother entered the house, she bent down and climbed into the bed and picked up a pack of dried "grass" from it.

The villagers in the villagers said that this kind of herbal medicine was specially used to "accumulate food" in the mountains. Looking at her face piety, I was glad to take the "gift" that I handed in, but when I paid her, she was angry and pushed my mouth to push me out of the door ...

At this moment, I was also deeply ashamed of my own flicker in my mind. I was ashamed of the thoughts of money and things, and I didn't even dare to look at her eyes. Because, I don't know what to do for her and what can I do? The only thing that could be done was to quietly put the money on her bedside and hurriedly left.

Native

There is love in the world, and the landscape is affectionate. I heard that we are looking for relatives, and the village is like too old. The owner invites the West family to ask for the Western family. Essence

The deep mountain flowers are buried in a trail. Looking around, talking and laughing, the parents are short, the shortage of the parents is the sadness and joy of the world.

When I left the chestnut village, under the large saponin tree, I saw that there were still several elderly people leaning back on the roots of the big tree and the sun. In the setting sun, a few puppies fell asleep quietly by the owner, and they looked very comfortable and happy.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, breathing the muddy aroma unique to the mountains, staying in front of the farmhouse of the mountain village, and realizing the simple people and things in the mountains. Isn't such a pleasant mountain village that is increasingly favored by people?

I am drunk too ...

[About the author] Li Xiansen (male), a native of Song County, Henan, a member of the Communist Party of China, and a university degree. He has served in the army for 26 years. He is currently the first -level chief office of the Office of the Standing Committee of the Luoyang Municipal People's Congress. From the tide of the local economy, more than writing, editing and publishing news works "Snow Sound", "The Practice of the People's Congress to serve the people of the people", long report literature "Mether, Promotion", "My Village, My Roots, My Roots, My Roots ", Etc., 14 of them won the Henan People's Congress News Award and the 28th China People's Congress News Award winner.

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