This is the season that winter has just passed and the spring breeze is knocking at the door. The weather is like the dew on the huge lotus leaves in the morning, crystal clear and bright, and the graptopetalum and wild ginger flowers greet us with smiles along the way.
My mother woke me up early in the morning, and we have to catch a big party. There will be an excessive ceremony for Mazu's birthday this time. As early as a few days ago, we began to fast and bathe. My mother often touches my thin shoulders with both hands and says to my father lightly, "Mazu should take him to the fire when he is alive."
"The fire must be put out." Dad said firmly, leaning his hoe against the door, hanging his hat and giving a long sigh. Then we got together and had a simple meal without saying anything.
I have been a thin and melancholy child since I was a child. Climbing mountains and wading every day didn't make my body strong, and my parents' perseverance in reclamation for a long time didn't pass on to me at all.
Dad made all kinds of efforts for me. He once wanted me to be a good hunter and let me go hunting with him every day with a kettle on my back. But I often cry when I see wild boar and wild monkey, which makes my father lose his prey several times, and then he hugs me tightly with a double-barreled shotgun. His tears wet my shoulder blades and murmured, "How did this happen? How can you give birth to such a child ... "
He also wants me to become a farmer and often takes me to work in the mountains. I always faint in the fields that need to be cultivated under the scorching sun barbecue, and I am often scared out of my wits by the poisonous snakes escaping from the grass. Father had to put down his hoe and run to take care of me. I always hear my father's long sad sigh when I wake up.
I also made up my mind to be a man every day. Slowly, I became tough, and my parents smiled with relief, but their efforts collapsed with me. My twin brother died at the age of seven that year. Seeing the death of my identical brother, I was half dead and lost the courage to live. I became a lost child. Every day, the brows are locked, all the doctors read it, all the tonics are taken, and all they get is sighs and tears.
Then mom and dad thought of immortals. Thinking of God, it seems that all hope has come.
The gods didn't cure me, and prayed for the once-in-a-decade fire ceremony to let their dying son find the flash of life.
I miss my brother deeply. His handsome face is often clearly visible under the oil lamp at night. His face is as deep as a knife, and even his lips are bloody. We are connected by umbilical cord and spent many happy and painful years. I miss him, not only because he is my brother, but also because we are closely intertwined in the roots of life.
My brother looks exactly like me, but he has a different personality. My brother is strong, decisive and decisive. I am melancholy, timid and cowardly. If mom and dad are the houses that keep us warm, my brother and I are the two plants that climb up. My younger brother is a domineering evergreen tree, and I am a fragile morning glory. Although they are intertwined, they are completely different. Evergreen trees are always full of lush green.
Just in grade one, on the long way to school, my brother often waded across the river with me. When he waded in the swift river, I could only look up at the white clouds drifting slowly. When we come home from school, we have to raise chickens and ducks and mow the grass. My brother always works hard and gives me the cut grass, so as not to be scolded by my parents when we go home.
My brother is often surprised at my cowardice. Every time I lose a fight at school, he always gnashes his teeth at me. Once, he fought with his classmates, and I could only stand in the corner and watch blankly. Finally, my brother lost the game, sitting on the ground with thin blood in his mouth and holding his useless brother sadly.
I walked to find him, but my brother pushed me away and ran out of the classroom.
At that time, it was already late autumn, the leaves of acacia trees were yellow, the gray wild grass was flying wildly in the autumn wind, and my brother ran like a white nose that was frightened and furious after being shot, trying to spit out his last breath through crazy running.
"Di Hong, Di Hong."
I screamed at my throat. My brother rushed to the stream with a black belly in one breath, and finally sat down exhausted and slowly lay down by the stream. My heart was as bumpy as a rock around my brother by the stream.
The wind, blowing fast.
When I arrived panting, I saw my brother's face was full of tears, his face was wet, his mouth was covered with brown blood, and his muscles were pumping tightly, like a pump that had been used for a long time in our farmland.
I was sitting, my brother was lying, and the sunset was oblique, casting our shadows on the swift stream.
Brother sobbed softly for a long time, looked up at the cloudless sky in Wan Li and asked in a low voice:
"Brother, if I am going to be killed, will you help me?"
After that, we hugged each other and cried until dusk. When we heard the stream gurgling, we walked home without saying a word.
It was my last autumn with my brother, and he left the next year.
My father holds my left hand and my mother holds my right hand. At the golden dawn, we finally set off. Along the way, the clouds on the top of the distant mountains are ever-changing, and we walk in the direction of the sun. My father's majestic body and my mother's slender steps accompany me.
It takes two hours to walk from the mountain to the town, but also over a mountain and across several streams. Because it's still early, birds are startled by our footsteps along the way, and occasionally squirrels can be seen jumping in the bamboo forest. We didn't say anything, and walked silently until we came to Black Belly Creek. My father suddenly stood on the other side of the river, looked back at the swift stream and said after a while:
"Brother is dead, don't think about him any more."
"Dad took you to the fire today, just like we just walked through the water. As long as you walk through the fire, everything will be fine. "
Dad saw my vacant eyes and reluctantly smiled and said:
"It's just a small fire."
We're on our way again. I looked at my mother's hand-in-hand bag. Her eyes are green, reflecting the land we have cultivated for more than ten years, and their eyes are moist.
I walked very slowly, and all I could think about was the two bluebirds at home. My father simply carried me on his back and walked faster and faster, even leaving my mother far behind.
When I walked through the acacia forest, I saw a piece of sunshine at the end of the distant path.
A fire suddenly flashed in my mind for no reason.
In the town, there were already dark heads in the square. This is a once-in-a-decade event in the town, full of people and laughter. I walked past a long line of fat pigs. The pig's head is covered with jumping lines, and the pig's mouth contains fresh golden oranges. The pig with its belly cut open smiled and stared at the jubilant crowd.
On the left side of the square, a bright and clean clearing has been cleared. People gathered together and looked at the burning firewood in the open space. My father told me that there are at least 4000 kilograms of wood and flames are flying in the blue sky. I seem to hear people shouting enthusiastically in the sound of peeling wood, and everyone's face is baked into a warm new red. Two well-dressed people are picking a fire, holding a long bamboo pole in their hands, picking and picking, and a burst of smoke flies, and the flame immediately jumps up.
A strong heat came to my face, as if to swallow me up. Mother pulled me into her arms and said, "Don't get too close, you'll burn yourself." At this moment, gongs and drums clanged on the diagonal stage of the square, and the scene of playing the fairy was about to begin.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. When I think of my father asking me to take the fire, my excitement seems to be drowned at once.
"The company is coming! Sigong is coming! " There was a cry from the crowd, and the eyes of the crowded crowd all looked in the same direction. A man in a black robe and hat came, wearing a scarlet satin shawl and a bright red hat.
The crowd made way, and the tall, thin, red-haired Taoist priest waddled in with gossip steps, with an expressionless portrait. People are quiet.
I trembled slightly for the momentary silence and the noisy gongs and drums in the distance.
On the other side of the red-haired Taoist priest's practice, a topless man was trembling, and the trembling fanaticism made everyone's focus look at him again. Dad took me there. He said it was the incarnation of God, and his name was Miao Tong.
Tong Wa speaks vaguely. There is a gold stove and a table beside him, on which there is pen and ink and gold paper. He shook it so fast that my eyes were confused. He raised his pen and scribbled on the gold paper. It is circled, hooked and straight, and I can't see what it is.
Dad took one and put it in my pocket, saying it could protect me from the fire. If I put it flat in my pocket, I can cross the fire safely.
Woo-hoo-hoo! Oh!
Far away, the red-haired Taoist priest chanted a spell by the charcoal pile. The smoke turned him into a strange three-dimensional body. He held the horn in his left hand and blew out a deep and shocking sound. The soft whip of a snakehead in the right hand hit the ground heavily and made a "snapping" sound. Everyone was stunned by the sound of the whip accompanied by the sound of the horn.
Dad said it was used to ward off evil spirits.
Later, the Taoist priest brought a bowl full of water and a basket full of salt. He took a sip of water and poof it on the charcoal. Before, a hookah evaporated, he muttered, and then sprinkled a basket of salt on the fire.
The sedan chair circled around the fire. Some people use a long bamboo pole to spread the fire into a blanket ten feet long and four feet wide. Several lean men pushed their way through the crowd and shouted, "Please get out of the way, the fire is about to start."
The sedan chair turns faster and faster, turning like a flywheel.
Mother held me tightly in her arms.
Three bearers shouted in unison, and then jumped on the fire felt in turn. With a snort, my heart contracted. They quickly crossed the fire. At the moment of landing, everyone exclaimed from the dreamlike silence, and some good people ran to see their feet. At this moment, the bearers smiled.
"Vulcan people have been here, Vulcan people have been here." Many people can't help screaming.
The red-haired Taoist priest is still chanting mysterious incantations by the fire, like a voice from the depths of the distant sky.
The burned villagers all wore T-shirts and shorts, showing dark and hairy legs. Rows of legs are like white smoke, braving the heat of life.
Those legs, all fell from the ground, and grew up slowly in the sinister sunshine and deceptive blood leeches. The test of life casts them like coal-they are so excited that they have to go to a little market. Everyone is always a little scared in front of hot coals, but God has eyes, and they believe that these meat legs can go too far.
12 months, the cold and sour field water is no different from the charcoal fire in spring. One is the experience of life, and the other is the experience of life, which is just a program for farmers to fight against their fate.
Sedan chairs, one after another, took the same steps and boasted in the fire.
My parents hugged me tightly, and whenever the sound of "before" sounded, my heart was gripped like an iron claw and I couldn't move.
Gong people beat gongs and drums one by one.
The bearers buried their bare ankles in the red carpet again and again.
With the beating of drums and ankles, my heart became abnormal in panic. I think I'm going into the fire, just like falling into a terrible nightmare at sea. I can't catch a piece of driftwood that I can return to.
A mysterious face with red eyes flashed on my eyelids.
I grabbed my parents' sweaty hands and thought about the scene when my brother disappeared into the landscape of heaven and earth forever. His face was purple with fire, his head tilted, and he left like a devil, and the burning paper beside his bed shone like a ghost.
In the overlap of flames, I saw the villagers who received the operator step into the fire one after another.
Some walk heavily, some are agile, and some run in panic.
I saw an old man carrying a baby into the fire, and the veins stood out on his legs and feet without hesitation, which reminded me of the solemn portrait of red and green wiping the top. Dad told me that it was his seriously ill little son, and the gods healed him with fire.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of gongs in the distance is actually confused with the sound of gongs and drums in the vicinity.
"Xuan, it's your turn." Mother said in a very thin voice.
"I-I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid, Vulcan has been here, don't be afraid."
My parents forced me to send it to the fire.
I looked up at them and pleaded, "Dad, Mom, come with me."
"No way. Only you have received the charm. " Dad said positively.
The gong is ringing.
Fire is intertwined in my eyes and heart.
My parents couldn't help me, so they carried me back to the starting point of the fire.
"I don't want it, I don't want it-"I wailed loudly.
"Go, go!" Dad shouted.
I don't want to-
Mom-
I knelt down and hugged my mother's leg tightly. Tears make me blind.
"It's worthless. How could such a son be born to me in this world? If you don't leave today, I'll burn you to death. " Dad's voice is like northwest rain thunder in summer afternoon. I looked up. His face was full of tears and he threw me to the ground. He ran over and grabbed the soft whip of snakehead on the altar, slapped it on the ground next to me, splashing a splash of mud.
"I kill you! I'll kill you! What did Lin's ancestors do to give birth to such a child? I will kill you. Let you fight with the son of debt collection! " I have never seen my father's angry face. His muscles are intertwined and his head is open like a giant lion.
"You are crazy." Mother caught him and stopped him. Her voice was harsh and sad.
Red-headed Taoist priests, bearers and crowds gathered around to catch the whip that Dad wanted to fly.
Gong also stopped.
Dad was firmly grasped by four people. He didn't speak, and the tiger's eyes were like electricity, which pierced my whole body.
There was a dead silence all around.
Suddenly I saw my brother's face burning in blood fire. I remembered my father's tearful face with a shotgun and his hard posture. I suddenly stood up and said loudly to my father, "I'll go, I'll take you." If I dare not walk in this fire today, I won't be your girl. "
The gong sounded slowly.
Thousands of people watched angrily.
I walk on fire.
In the first step, a strong heat flow rushes in from the soles of your feet and runs through your body. My sweat and tears fell on the fire, with a snort and a puff of smoke.
I can't see anything, as if I were trapped in a mysterious besieged city, only to hear my brother whispering in the depths of the distant sky: "Go! Go! " This is a short road, but I have no idea about its distance or its perfection. The sunshine at the end of acacia forest lights up, and the fire under my feet is also oblivious or forgotten.
The moment I set foot on the ground, I was shocked by the cold of the land. Bang, the whole audience cheered. Mom and dad are already waiting here. Two men grabbed me and finally cried in a pile. The gong-bangers beat the rapid gongs and drums with dramatic joy.
Dad hugged me like crazy, as if to break my spine.
That day, the day we walked too far, we walked home happily with tears in our eyes.
When I went to Reed Creek in Blackburn, my father told me to wade alone.
Suddenly I feel grown up.
The memory of childhood fire has influenced my whole life journey like a brand. In the future, many things in my life will be like fire. At the beginning of this step, we never know whether we can reach the end of the fire felt safely. Of course, we can't believe in Vulcan, we will be afraid, at a loss, afraid of being hurt. But people in life must live, the fire of emotion must pass, the fire of joy and sorrow must pass, and the fire of calm and passion must pass, success and injury.
We can't back down, because we have to go too far alone, even like our parents, there are times when we can't do anything.
After reading: a fire, it gave me courage. Without it, maybe I will never go on stage again. So "fire"
Heap is also very important. Without the tempering of "fire" in life, you can't become a strong person in life, and "fire" is also very important.
"Fire" is not terrible. As long as you take the first step, you can succeed and temper yourself.
I am afraid of the "fire" that can be seen everywhere in my life. Let's face it bravely!