Reading | Hometown Yao is like a childhood

Talking to my hometown with friends who came to Garden, it was in the garden beside the Jinhe Bay outside the Summer Palace. We made tea under the willow tree by the river, and the Jinhe water was clear and slowly. When we talked about the memories of his hometown and immersed in his hometown, we seemed to be sitting by the Wenhe River in the hometown. I know that the "hometown" feeling in a foreign country is always deceiving yourself. However, you walk with your affection for your hometown in a foreign country, and you take every foreign country as his hometown.

Chen Wenxi Village, his hometown thirty or forty years ago, in the spring season, in the reed bay on the bank of the Wenhe River, a sharp reed bud appeared overnight. In reed land. When we go to the riverside wooden or beaches, when we cut or play on the beach, through the reeds bay, we will pull out the tip of the reed to make a reed flute, blow it up, and the flute sounds with the fragrance of reeds and the atmosphere of spring.

There are dozens of large hundred -year -old willow trees in the reed bay. The willow buds full of trees are green, and the hanging wicker is unscrewed. One willow flute is made. Liu Di and reed flute, for children in the countryside, I dare to say that no child has not blown it. The elder brother will do many reed flute willow flute and give the little brother and sister who runs behind the butt. They looked at the brothers to twist the willow bars and tried the expression of Liu Di, and the little lips were blowing with my brother. Each partner got a willow flute or reed flute, the partners were blowing up, wow wow, a flute sound, so that the birds of the branches also met with each other, and added to this childhood music and singing.

And the fresh trees on the woods and beaches are yellow. They echo the green green of the willow buds. You will feel that the spring light is tender, flowing, undulating, blending, they echo each other, the green leaves, and Ai Ai, and Ai Ai. The fragrance of Artemisia also dyed the air mellow and colorful. They are so precious. When you touch it, you are afraid that you will hurt the spring light. The spring scene in the eyes of the children's eyes is the anti -photos of their clear and clear soul. For everything that emerged on the earth, the children have the novelty as if they are sprouting.

I used to cut the grass in the afternoon and stopped in the woods waiting for me? In the afternoon, the sun was low, but I felt that the sun would never fall, and the day was endless and endless. It seems that they are connected by the day. The children played crazy for a day, and maybe they went home in the mother's call back. I hadn't pulled a few mouthfuls before the rice. The mouth had just chewed, and the drowsiness suddenly hit. inside. Then, his father held up the child with a powerful big hand and put it on the soil. The child would sleep until the day after the day. I woke up and thought it was just sitting at the dinner table yesterday.

The hometown is leisurely. What is unforgettable in the hometown is those black beef and ox, and the elderly in the animal sheds and the drivers. Although they are silent, they are the patron saints of villages. Another urgent matter is that the old cows are always shot and not slowly, dragging the ox carts on the villages of the countryside, but they are the most important heavy responsibility. Even if the sand with a full car, the rope put into the cow's scapula, and the old cow's weightlifting is light. You will never see the cow's shrinking on the road, and you will not hear the sigh of the cow. The wooden car wheels crushed the mud without hesitation. Those seals of the years, as long as those who have experienced rural life experience, encounter even big bumps on the road of life, will never shrink like the seal faced by cows every day. The difficulty of life is difficult.

You look at it, even if the ox cart is returned, the old cow will not walk like flying. They still take a solid step slowly, without losing the cattle as the calmness of the cow. They did not have a fear and sigh of time, and there was no sinking to the past. One day after labor, they swallowed the grass, and then they turned against it during the night, chewed the dried grass again, and felt the sweetness of the food. Maybe, this is their aftertaste for life.

I would think of grandma, sitting in front of a spinning car every day, the white flower cotton spinning became a line. In a long night of cotton lines in winter, under the kerosene lamp, the uniform rhythm of shaking the spinning vehicle accompanied us to sleep. After the spring busy, the weaving machine walking on the streets was behind the house of the sister -in -law's house. A apricot tree behind the house house opened with flowers, and the weaving people opened the front. The sound of weaving, the countryside also became lively. The children looked at the weaving shuttle that passed back and forth, and those cotton threads began to drive with the strength of the weaving people's foot. As the shuttle was worn, the cotton woven it. The lines of grandma spinning are fine and uniform, so the cloth weaves out of the cotton thread of our family is also the most fine and flat. Grandma stomped her feet and stroked the fisty cotton cloth excitedly, and the sleeping cold winter nights turned into this hopeful cloth.

These cloths have completed the entire process by the dyeing master. This cotton cloth is rare and precious. In a year, not every child can make a single or cotton jacket; there are a few quilts in the family, and the back is printed on the back. The print of blue hard bumps is still on the cloth, becoming a symbol of that era.

The weaving machine sounded in the village of spring, from the front street to the back street, from Jinghu from the west of the family temple to the family of Yin to the family temple. At this time, the old hen in the nest received the first nest of chicks. They followed the chicken mother in the corner of the street, looking for small worms and small grass. Like the ball, it was cute. Under the willow tree in front of the temple, the children play the game of the eagle chick. The house behind the house also grows new leaves. Almost at the same time, the iron was also coming, and a stove was raised under the locust tree, Ding Ding Dang, creating farm tools, or hitting some kitchen knife scissors. Coupled with the "梆-梆 梆" wooden cricket that sells tofu, the small trap and drums shook, the hawker's sip, the chicken barking, the children's yelling and laughter, the whole countryside resurrected the whole countryside. Native

I talked to my friends like this at Jinhe Bay, talking, immersing the hometown in it, and now it is just a distant past. There seemed to be out of reach. The hometown is only in the dream, and I will not return with my childhood.

Wen: Guo Zongzhong

Source: "Reading", No. 9, 2022

Editor -in -chief: Zhang Chu

School pair: Guo Yanhui

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