Chengji | Hometown day and night

Tai'an Nanhu Park Map | Visual China

Get up early, pass through the heat waves that start to rise, and rush away the car to the hometown of Tai'an.

On both sides of the highway at the foot of Taishan, the hibiscus was blooming in the strong sun. One tree, a tree purple -red flower, like a shining elf, lit thousands of green on the ground. The men shook Pu Fan and sat on the side of the road, while the women were playing with mahjong in groups, or sitting on passers -by who shuttled through. The old man's vicissitudes of twilight, his lips creened slowly, wondering what he was saying. Only the children in the summer passed through the alley like the wind, and they screamed and sing, shaking the scarce villages of people. Under the rusty standing sign, the big fat woman with gray hair, carrying a rough woven bag, kept probably visited the direction of the car. A girl was carrying a big schoolbag and looked at a crawling ant on the ground blankly. She had endless empty empty eyes in her eyes, as if the whole world was temporarily abandoned by her. The puppies are the most free, standing on the avenue, barking the sky, and then hidden in the twists and turns.

The wind seemed to be packed in a thick and dull sack, and the clouds were all traces. Blue showed a small figure on the sky through the hot air. Only the distant mountains continue to continue to end.

Except for some high -rise buildings, the hometown at the foot of Taishan, it seems that it still looks like it is. It was just the lively and crowded farmers' market in front of the house, which was cleaned up, and the mother saw the vegetables in the flower pot. However, the big buns she made today, amaranth and horses, were dug in the surrounding fields. Of course, it was the field of other people's homes. Parents have leased their seven acres of land at a low price of 300 yuan per acre to the contractor. Together with the younger brothers who were doing customer service in Taobao, they completely got rid of the farming life of the countryside.

The next heavy rain almost every day, the flowers and plants stood by the mother growing roots grow quietly and freely in the rain. The children of the neighbor's house cried loudly in the rain, and seemed to be scared by thunder. The vines climbing along the wall temporarily stopped the pace and dodged the rainy rain point. The mother was not as frugal as in the past. She collected all the pots of pots, put them in the yard, and then rinsed the toilet with them. In the past, the rain was hit on seven or eight iron pots, and the sound of Ding Ding Ding Ding was still hovering in my brain.

When I went out to the foot of Taishan, I found that because of the prosperity of the tourism industry, my hometown has changed a lot. In recent years, almost every family has transformed the house. Each house has become a homestay with five or six rooms. The price of the room ranges from one hundred to three or four hundred. The facilities in the room can fully meet the needs of backpackers and travelers, coupled with the beautiful scenery at the foot of Taishan, the dogs in the alley are barking, birds in the orchards, walnuts, chestnuts, and pomegranates are all over the place. The stars are crazy, and cucumber, eggplant, green onions, and beans are full of corners. The children rushed happily on the avenue, so the village was quite popular, walking on the slate roads that were uneven, and returned to childhood. The sorrow in the country.

Lying in the mosquito nets at night, hearing that there were hidden in the corner of the corner, and the renewal of the vastness when it was interrupted. I listened to the window for a while, guessing the one from my childhood. Looking up, seeing the moon in the sky is dull, like a love in memory, affectionate and forgetful. At this time, I wanted to have a dark piece, and the house was hazy with the fields. The insects fell asleep deeply in the grass of the black cricket. Occasionally turned the body and sent a mild language in the sleep. The night was stunned by the car occasionally driving, and then gathered strictly, without showing any flaws.

Without wind, everything was born in silence, growing, pulling out, walking, and disappearing. Closing my eyes, I can even hear the subtle sighs of plants, whispers, quarrels, reconciliation, and the sweet kiss and caressing of branches and leaves. The light moonlight shines through the chaotic night sky.

As if every bug, I finally returned to the embrace of the earth without hesitation; at that moment, I was wrapped in the dark night and sank into the homeland.

About the author

An Ning, born in the 1980s, from Shandong. In "People's Literature" and "October" and other published works, more than 4 million words, 26 works have been published, masterpieces: "We are disappearing rural life", "Plants in the Countryside", "Rural Leisure", "Migration", "Silence" world". Won the Chinese Young Writers Award, Mao Dun Newcomer Award Nomination Award, Bingxin Prose Award, Ding Ling Literature Award, Ye Shengtao Teacher Literature Award, Sanmao Prose Award, Inner Mongolia Suolongga Literature Award, Guangxi Literature Award, Shandong Literature Award, Cao Boat Literature Award, etc. Prize. He is currently teaching at Inner Mongolia University, a member of the 10th All -Committee of the Chinese Writers Association, vice chairman of the Inner Mongolia Writers Association, vice chairman of the Inner Mongolia Critics Association, and a first -level writer.

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