Everyone's heart has a few folk songs to roar | Wang Yan

Ma Xiaomao was taken after the evening of the evening of August 23, 2022

One of my poet friends X, a native of Linxian, Shanxi, has a few words in Su Rili, and occasionally drinking poetry and poetry. Jiu Zhuang courageous people, he stood up and sang, "Flowers still have a re -opening day, life is no longer young ..." His eyes were tight, his head was high, and his ears were not listened. The realm just sang and sang "Hey Hey".

This Shanxi folk song, the lyrics were extremely simple. Every time X sang, I always liked to add a sentence "Poor people!" Press the pause button. In the heart of the person present, there was no tremor, and at this time, I sat away and listened to it.

Someone walked to the window and pulled out the harmonica they carried. The sound of the piano sobbing. Not far away in the green belt of the community, the flowers are blooming, and the sparse buds are born, as if the spring notes that have just been composed. The sycamore tree maple tree ginkgo trees are squeezed, tall and silent. They are a large number of viewers resting between the "Spring Symphony" theater.

After a year after the grass, Feiyan went north to the north. Loneliness and hardships are endless in the world. However, once I think about it, the suffering and sourness of the past will make a rustling sound like the snow. The scars were invisible, and in the darkness, it became clear and vivid. The singer and the player, each other's belly, everyone was silent for a while.

On that day, the window was suddenly thundered, and the rain was made after a few seconds of rain after the thunderstorm. The electric flashes are wrapped in the sound of the rain and piano of Xiao Se, and the silence is far more violent than the noise of Gao language. At that moment, I finally realized that the pitiful person was not as much as money, or the official jue was high. Time is not resting for a moment, and it is about to whip beside everyone. Hongyan gradually declined, and the hero was late, and Shaohua was suddenly dusk. My youth bird, you fly slowly, fly slowly ...

Time is not waiting, indifferent and eager to move forward, faster and decisive than the water of the rivers, lakes and lakes, and once it flows away. Even if it was a moment of stop, it was stunned.

Whenever I hear X singing, the joyful mood is inexplicably tightly restrained, and the five flavors in their chests are mixed. I always look forward to growing up, but growing up always seems to be in a hurry. And when you grow up, you will not be reinforced. Life is like a dew, so he is so suffering. However, people often only feel at a certain moment after an adult.

There are many folk songs in Shanxi, and I especially like a very short. A few words, chanting is a bit like ancient folk. However, although it is short, it is fascinating- "Gera, your hand, brother your mouth, pull your hands, your mouth, brother leads you to walk into the puppet ..." The characteristics of the folk song, the root, clean, and true , Like a simple, like a thin spring flowing on the turbulence of Baishi.

I remember that when I was a child, I lived in the college of the school. I moved to the family next door. The hostess was born in Heilongjiang, married to Taiyuan for more than thirty years. In the Spring Festival that year, I was invited to visit. When she entered the door, she took out a thick album, and slowly looked at it, remembering the fashion marks that belonged to the mother's era. In special years, many photos were thrown into the stove and burned a lot of light, and youth was only stayed in the photo forever. However, after all, it is far away, so clear and vague, and it is unpredictable yesterday.

Thanksgiving to the years. The ancient folk songs can still be heard and sung, because folk songs have their own power through time and space. I can't help but think of my first far away. Seventeen. Go to the pre -enrollment training alone. The road is far away and unfamiliar. In the strange city in autumn, I stopped and stopped, and saw the traffic police immediately stepped forward. The notice of Zhang in his hand was stubborn, but there was no way to discern the north and south. At noon, walking on a lonely road, walking along a very tall red wall, and ginkgo leaves and ginkgo leaves. With a gust of wind, the golden butterfly swayed in front of her eyes, and the end of the red wall suddenly turned empty. On the left side of the road is the residential house. On the other side of the store, many people are squeezed on the open space. The sound of the gongs and drums is knocked on the ears.

The weather is warm in March

Blossoms are full of red

There are many people on the ground

Everyone is busy spring plowing

Ah, my brother

May 5th, May 5th,

Carrying a hoe on the shoulder

Go out and turn back

Seeing my heart ...

The familiar hometown melody came up immediately.

Even if it is clear that the water covers are difficult to collect, the past is difficult to continue, but the memories are always emotional. The imprint of the hometown has long been rooted in my heart. Thinking of a word that grandma often hangs on her mouth, "The solar terms are not spoiled, and the years are not spared ..." It was a trembling at a certain moment of the year.

The wind and snow night, love and sorrow, all the sayings include such a saying in the world, like a breeze, rivers and smoke waves, and the beauty and joy passed away. A magnificent dream. I always remind myself to live in front of me.

This summer, the devils are raining and sunny, and occasionally write a word, and only write it to yourself.

"There are Dan oranges in the south of the river, and the winter is still green forest." The reason why it loves is because its color is too beautiful -Dan Orange, Green Forest. The red is green, and the heart is pleasing to the eye. It seems that the air has a trace of freshness. However, in writing, there are always many old things.

Dan Orange Shengjiangnan is rare in the Jinbei region. Not to mention the front yard of the court, even if it is planted in a large porcelain pot tightly. Can't live at all. Dan Orange is on the market, and it is about to end in autumn, and a few creams have been settled at this time. Grandma is used to call it "Little Red Orange" -because it is like a chess piece. The white porcelain plate, black porcelain plate, each put one plate on the case. Fang eye! I always had a stomach pain in my childhood (now I know that there is actually a tapeworm in the stomach), grandma smiled and opened her baby's rosewood box, and took out a "orange red pill" with a good taste. A little bit biting a snack, the taste is a bit like Guodan, and the sweet and sourness is a bit bitter. This scene is simply the best color of my whole childhood.

The color of red oranges is slightly inferior to that of China, and red in red. Every season, my grandmother was bought back in a basket, and she was completely poured out and toss it all. What kind of color does the urchin understand? Although the leaves were spy on the leaves one day, and the leaves of the little red oranges were gradually snoring, withered, and completely dried up. I was finally able to get rid of my brother.

When the mental state is not good, it is really not suitable for reading and writing, so I clean up the house. Searching out a box of young treasures -mud man, face plastic, and the chicken tail of the feathers. A fan was found at the bottom of the box, two butterflies came, flying to a colorful flower ... These things thought they were thrown early, but unexpectedly they had been intact, lying quietly in the corner and waiting for the owner to come.

Looking at these old things in front of you, the trivial and trivial memories were completely restored. Even though time is difficult to stay, the weather that has been dull and humid in the past few days makes people unbearable, but it is satisfied because of memories.

The father's study was called "Fuji". In the meaning, the man said nothing. I remember when I bought a new house, I moved to the hand, and asked my father to give a few words. He was silent as usual and could not. I am not annoyed or urged. Suddenly, I was interested in a certain day. He didn't invite him to write. There are rice paper all year round in the book.

The cicada outside the window is not resting for a while, the hotter and the more they are, like a chorus. But if you can't hear the cicada, even in the summer. Thinking of my father's cicada most of the elderly Shiraishi at that time. A kind of black cicada. It is said that no matter where the cicada's cicada fell, he all headed up. Others are puzzled. Most of the weight of the cicada's body is concentrated on the head, with a heavy head and a light head, and does not turn his head? The old talents do not care, and the cicadas are still upward.

Thinking of one time, a good friend of his father Gao Sheng sent a special invitation. "What gift is good? The" Dingzi Red "of the Qing Dynasty?" My father murmured in front of the window and murmured.

I took a busy grinding ink and coloring on the side. I just spread the paper, and my father immediately took it away and changed another. Daddy.

When it comes to frost, everyone knows that it is poison, but to the name of "crane red", evil seems to have some vague beauty. Many people think that "crane is red" is just the one on the top of the crane. Biography of rumors. The gray feathers on it will fall off a little time until it transforms into the black and white of adult red -crowned cranes. At this time, the head of the crane began to "thank the top" slowly -the capillaries on this skull were extremely rich, so the scalp that exposed outside showed a bright red. Some careful people found that there was no red area on the top of the chicks and minors. It did not gradually appear until the age of two, and adult males were more gorgeous and more eye -catching than female colors.

When the winter comes, the crane is like a person, and the mood becomes depressed due to the bitter cold, and the red area above its head will be reduced by itself -the health of the crane can be determined by observing the instant change of red. If red is not particularly dazzling, even dull, it is likely to hold the body. If a crane can be happy to Kang'an to enjoy this life, and when his life is ended, the red will disappear naturally.

His father had always worked as a matter of doing things, and the cranes born in his pen are all the youth. On that day, the cranes on the paper were red and red, and the father painted with interest.

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Author: Wang Yan

Edit: Qian Yutong

Editor in charge: Shu Ming

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