Xinzhuang, next to the legend of the Yellow Emperor casting tripod and named the casting village, its Huazhuang group and Sanyuan County Yonghe village because of the tomb of Tang Xianling Gaozu Li Yuan boundary, its reasoning group in recent years to excavate the tomb of Tang Gaozu's great-grandson, Li Daojian, the tomb of the road mural of the landscape has a high artistic value and historical significance. Because of the Jingshan Plateau deep human history of moistening, thanks to the comprehensive conditions of timing, geographical location and human harmony, she glows with the unique style of the yellow earth. In the county's beautiful countryside construction demonstration village stands out, and attracted people from all over the world to visit and observe, "sweet Xinzhuang, happy Xinzhuang" has become the village's new business card, the village's little changes are also hanging outside the traveler's heart, how many times in the affectionate gaze, she raised the mother earth's warm and solid arm, tightly dragging the traveler's heart of the drifting from the other side! The first time I've seen this is when I've had a chance to see it.
Compared to the "Xinzhuang Village" title, I am more accustomed to the "Xinzhuang Fort" called, although more points of vulgarity, but has an incomparable sense of affinity and solidity. Here are the fathers and mothers plowing the homeland, there are my beloved relatives, I was born and grew up here, twenty years of his life left traces of time here, the most cozy childhood time is also recalled here one by one. If it were not for the arrangement of destiny and the stubbornness of character, I would probably be like most of my peers in general here to start a family and make a living by guarding the soil. Because of a piece of paper notice, I embarked on a long road from here to study in the south. I've been looking forward to the outside world since I was a child, the farmer's daughter by knowledge to change her fate is the best way to go out, has been sure that the future one day out of the small village, go to a broader world, grew up to realize that can't go out of the hometown, thousands of miles away, the most remembered is also the hometown!
Thinking about the appearance of the hometown at that time, remembering the carefree childhood, the old memories become clearer and clearer. The first time I saw the little girl with pigtails, humming nursery rhymes from the field, holding a bunch of hand-picked dandelions and dogwoods, or carrying a bamboo basket to pick oil spoon spoon vegetable, amaranth and other countryside delicious, because she likes the dandelion flora fluttering appearance, like the dogwoods woven with a variety of small animals, like the family in the field close to the nature, back to the grandpa and she dug wild vegetables when When I think back to the time when my grandfather and she were digging wild vegetables, the way the big and small shovels were waving up and down was like the detailed description in "My Grandfather's Garden and Mine" in "The Legend of the Hulan River". This kind of childhood life is simple but unforgettable, some memories are long separated, but once injected with emotional factors, there is a reason to remember. These are all related to the village. My fading village, constantly searching for her former appearance in memory, to link up the fragments of time.
The other villages on the Jingshan plateau have a certain historical allusion or geographical distribution, or the casting of the tripod legend of the casting of the tripod village, or because of the division of the wolves East Drainage West Drainage, or such as the slope of the river, the river, puddle, and other unique topographic naming. Xinzhuang village name appears to be a little strange, the so-called new word, listened to his great-grandfather said, Xinzhuang village, most of the village for the migration, the new formation of the village, as to whether it is accurate or not, there is no way to verify, no village records query, there are few reliable written records. Have tried to find from the genealogy, but has long been lost, only from the great-grandfather's sporadic memories to find a clue. Because of the new, the overall planning and construction of the village will show a neat and unified form of distribution, alleyway houses just like, east, west, south, north and south of the main road one by one symmetry, the four directions through each other, agricultural fields are distributed in the periphery of the village, wrapped around the village, crisscrossing also meets the "harmony, Datong" this traditional ancient architectural thinking of the north of China. The houses, fields and smoke of the hometown are interwoven with the rural landscape, which reminds us of Tao Yuanming's "Dwelling in the Garden", "Elm and willow shade the back eaves, and peaches and plums line the front of the hall. The village of the ambiguous distant people, according to the smoke in the marketplace," the leisure and peace of mind.
The moon in the hometown, always in the millions of night sky afterglow to the south, the hometown of white clouds, always in the wind of the day misty. The story of the hometown, always in my pen tip burst out of the dynamic characters, in the heart of the sea rippled with ripples. Because of attachment, so love. Walking through the village alley, through the time, the curtain of the years in this slowly stretching open. Early in the morning, a meter of sunlight through the cataracts of the forest, the mist, the village in the sunrise of the east rise and fall of the village moved the footsteps of time. Standing on the loess plateau looking north, the distant north mountain in the clouds hidden, then the countryside, accompanied by the sound of chickens and dogs barking to start a day of labor.
Whenever it comes to early spring in February, the beginning of the year, after the Spring Festival, everything is recovering, nature is also with the spring of the full of stupidity, early spring wheat seedlings have just poked their heads out and sucked on the milk of the earth, which is not yet the busy season, the neighbors will go out to work, and a little bit of odd jobs to make up for the life. In May and June, the wind blew the field, hot wheat waves with the summer roll, wheat yellow is the most gorgeous color of the hometown, remember the childhood wheat harvest, in the era of mechanization is not yet popular, the hot summer, the family waved the sickle to cut the wheat, let that be shaken into eight flaps of sweat across the lapel, then I was settled in the ground under the big tung tree to cool off, and incidentally take care of bundles into bundles of wheat, watching ants to complete a grand banquet, many years later, the scene, the ants are not the same, and the ants were not the same. Years later, this scene has been lingering in my mind, five or six years old memories so clear, perhaps from hometown feelings. Loess Plateau climate drought, Guanzhong Road crops are generally two materials a year, the fall of the golden corn on the grand debut of the heavy corn cobs as if a golden microphone, transmitting the sound of the harvest of the plateau, the production conditions in those years is backward, farmers are always corn cobs leaves intertwined bundles, in order to store for a long time. In winter, wheat seedlings sleeping season, if a flying snow, is nature's greatest gift, wantonly enjoy the "winter wheat cover three layers of quilt, the next year, pillow buns sleep" of the RuiXueFuZhao. Farming leisure, this time the family will sit together to serve the fall hoard of corn cobs, peeled into particles for income, waiting for the arrival of the new spring. The seasons of the year so in the light of the changing roles, rich life, the same is the exploration of life and the desire of the new era, rural life is quiet and peaceful and full of hope.
Neighbors are from the hard times, experienced the hard life of food, so the creation of our frugal, hard and simple country style. Poor is change is change, so the days are getting better day by day. The land is the foundation of our livelihood, and all our hopes are pinned on it. My family has used their hard-working hands and innovative spirit to change the face of poverty. Water is the source of life, and it is especially important for crop production in the dry loess areas. There were no wells in our village, but there were wells in the next village, and there was a shortage of water everywhere, so naturally, people from other villages lined up behind us and watched their crops wither and die. The next year, Grandpa officially began the drilling program, and is a south and north two wells at the same time construction.
The machine turned day and night, the rumbling sound of the ground, a lot of people in the village to help work, are looking forward to the well out of the water, the two wells carry the village of Northwest Team hope. Machine day by day deep into the ground, pumping up is still sheer yellow sand, one day no water, the heart has been hanging, this is the whole family belongings and borrowed money from all over the loan to put together the well fee. Although previously examined the optimal geographical location, but in the loess plateau area out of the water is still quite difficult. After digging underground for more than ten meters, the spring finally flowed out, and after the pipe was officially lowered, it took up the mission of the well to feed the people in the area. It was a great joy to be under the pipe, and on that day, the family had a banquet to celebrate the day of hope. So far, more than ten years have passed, the two wells are still bursting with tenacious vitality, waiting for one crop after another, in the land transfer today, but also feed the growth of garden seedlings. In the days when there were wells, my family planted a variety of crops, and for the sake of convenience, and purchased agricultural machinery, the whole family is invested in the land.
Years passed, a child's eyes of the village so in the era of the torrent of life, quietly changed. The village has a new look, a new building up, a new cement road to reach the four sides, the village planning is gradually unified, to the community to show the new rural model. From the people's policy to fly into tens of thousands of households, accurate poverty alleviation in place, the village to implement the land transfer, collectivization of the development of the garden economy in accordance with local conditions, neighbors do not have to be burdened by heavy agricultural work, go to the garden to work has become a new way of life.
Material abundance will inevitably lead to the improvement of spiritual culture, but also should be the times for life improvement, ecological livability, environmental elegance, civilization of the countryside of the new countryside of the beautiful needs. The village has built a new farmhouse, cultural wall, leisure plaza and other facilities, a vivid cultural wall, painted with the twenty-four filial piety and other traditional Chinese virtues, filial piety and fraternal etiquette is also inherited in the village one by one. Summer evening, people from the past in the field field cool into the square entertainment, those weekdays around the pots and pans around the farm women twisted waist, jumped up the square dance, the elderly dance team, grandmothers the average age of nearly 70 years old, but also on stage performances outside the country travel, which in the past are unimaginable, all overflowing with their love of life. Children play with fitness equipment, and in my childhood, is not seen these facilities. The village committee is newly built from the old site of Xinzhuang Primary School, unfortunately, my initiation school was annihilated in the glorious history, my great-grandfather had cultivated here in the spring and autumn, the old principal who is well versed in literature, history and philosophy from the smoke of the war hand in hand with a whip to educate the peaches and plums, from which out of the peasant students are not a lack of university professors, pioneers of the party and government, the army elite and the industry's top. Elementary school is gone, pleased to rebuild a cultural shrine - farmhouse, I published a number of magazines and anthologies donated to the bookstore, but also a literature lover of the hometown culture of hope.
Rural culture is my roots, nostalgia will always linger in time, hometown is a tear in the corner of the eye, along the face gently slipped in the booklet, the fathers and mothers with muddy feet measuring the distance between the fields, I wrote a hymn to the countryside dipped in nostalgia thoughts, looking back, hometown will always be there watching me, miss you, my soul snuggle the homeland!