When I was young and away from home, studying abroad and in the military, I met my fellow townspeople from the same province and city and exchanged pleasantries: Where are you from? In my answer to the village name in accordance with the administrative division of the list, "the next official", friends are often waiting for me this "next official" to continue to report "which of the old home", while the heart also muttered: This guy, but also "the next official", "the next official", "the next official", "the next official", "the next official", "the next official", "the next official", "the next official", "the next official". I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm not a good person. In the end, I can only helplessly add a sentence "I am the next official Le Gou village people, referred to as the next official".
Speaking of the village name, there are two versions of the legend.
First, according to the "Hu genealogy book" records: the Ming Dynasty, Jiajing years, "Chen" family name due to the disaster from Yunnan moved to the west of the village of the ravine, built the village "Chenjiagou". A little later, the "Hu" family name also moved from Yunnan due to a famine to live on the hill south of the village and built the village "Hu Jia Wang". Later, after the nunnery and temple on the west hill were demolished, the Hu and Chen families moved to Zhongkuang Temple and merged into one village, which was named Zhongkuang Temple, and was renamed Shimozhongkuang to distinguish it from Shangzhongkuang. It was renamed "Shimo-Nakkuang" to distinguish it from "Upper-Nakkuang". According to the legend, when a court official went back to Beijing on a tour to Shimojungkuang, he was infatuated with the beautiful landscape and had fun all day long, so in order to commemorate this new miracle, he changed the name of the village to Shimojungaku, and because the village is located in a ravine, it was renamed Shimojungaku Gully. The village was renamed Shimoguan Legu because it was located in a ravine. Later on, other families moved in, and all of them lived in harmony.
Another version of folklore: Once upon a time, Zhongshankuang had two villages neighboring each other in the north and south, and the monks of Zhongshan Temple in the west of the village and the nuns of the nunnery in the east of the village secretly fooled around. After the scandal spread, the magistrate was very angry and brought his troops to arrest them. When they came to the lower Zhongshankuang, the monk of Zhongshan Temple was so scared that he ran away, and the official was very happy to see this scene. When they came to the upper Zhongshankuang, the nuns in the nunnery not only did not escape, but also shamelessly toward the officials and soldiers to do pick fights. After seeing this, the official was so angry that he accidentally fell off his horse and died (called "old" in dialect). The people because the county official in the upper hollow "old", the village name will be changed to "on the official old ditch", because the county official in the lower hollow music, the village name is renamed "lower official music ditch".
Whether it is a genealogical record, or folklore, because of the long history can not be verified, the right to listen to a small story as a small story after a fun it. Today, we do not say that the old Shangguan ditch, a single table of my hometown - the next official music ditch.
My hometown belongs to the Menlou Reservoir reservoir area, once a large number of moorings are now in the center of the reservoir, the rest of whether it is self-reserved or called the line of land (leased), most of them are on the hills. Compared to the time-saving agricultural tricycles on foot, the former hard-working and simple villagers on the mountain labor, need to shoulder and hand-carrying agricultural tools on foot to and from the old, old high hills.
Speaking of the Menlou Reservoir, which is located in Yantai City, Qingyang River downstream, covers an area of 14.65 square kilometers, the control basin of 1,077 square kilometers, with a total capacity of 202 million cubic meters, was built in 1958, was completed and put into use in 1960, is the main source of water in urban areas, urban areas, more than 70% of the industrial and domestic water are from here. My hometown should be considered to be located in the upper reaches of the reservoir from a geographical point of view. In addition to the use of water conservancy, in recent years around the reservoir built around the reservoir road, but also for the appreciation of the reservoir area throughout the year to provide a convenient and charming scenery. Spring blossoms, mountain shadow into the water, fish and birds leaping; midsummer season, flood waterfall, hooked up rainbow color thousands; Autumn send cool days, high clouds, sunset sunset sunset dazzle; winter cold day, ice like a mirror, ducks swimming snow. I have to turn around at least once a year this round the reservoir road.
In the early 80's, after the implementation of the household contract responsibility system in rural areas, the village from the simple planting of food, began to gradually introduce the cultivation of fruit trees. The impression is that it started with apple trees, and then later on there were grapes, big cherries, etc. Villagers are now the main source of economic income from big cherries. When I was a child, I used a wooden or iron wheelbarrow to transport apples to and from the orchard, sometimes pushing four baskets, sometimes pushing six baskets. Coupled with the frequent use of hand-pressure sprayer to spray pesticides to the fruit trees, created my childhood strength, and then practiced all the pimples, basically also in that time to lay a solid foundation.
Nowadays, with the generation of young people going out to study, work, and settle down in the city, the village has more than 300 residents, and the total population has long been less than a thousand people. The village is getting smaller and smaller, even though it is getting more and more beautiful.
The time to return home for the Spring Festival holiday is relatively generous, and every year I take advantage of this time to go around the village, on the one hand, to see the changes in the construction of the new countryside every year, and on the other hand, to recall the fun and joy of childhood. When I was a child, the village was poor, backward, and even closed, but those simple pleasures are still unforgettable and unrepeatable.
In the spring, the mountains are full of birds and flowers, that time where I know that there is "tourism" this word, a group of boys and girls half-grown to run around the mountains, than to go where all the joy. There is a big willow tree in the village by the river, leafy, every year in the spring, a few of our boys will climb that tree is said to be the oldest big willow tree, break a few willow to make a kind of whistle, when I was a child called it "called", blowing up the sound of the crisp, purely handmade products. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product.
In summer, the orchard of peaches, plums and melons is our "main target". This tree to pick a few peaches, the family touched a watermelon in the ground, his home to pick an apricot in the home, when the big cherries have not yet begun to plant, the apple is to wait until October. In fact, it is not to eat, just fooling around, in the words of adults is to "even the chicken and the dog are disliked age", because in addition to these "nonsense" things, but also chased the chickens, ducks, geese and dogs all over the street, and even they do not want to see this age of ours. The other joy of the summer was hide-and-seek in the wheat field. Although I was tickled by the straw, I couldn't resist the temptation and excitement of playing hide-and-seek in the stacks of straw. Of course, the memory of being able to exchange a bottle of wine for a popsicle is also indelible.
In the fall, it's time for the apple picking scene that I mentioned earlier. The apple that grows "colorful and red, a big water" are sent to the vendors, leaving themselves to eat are scarred, small, inviting insect pests and other residual fruit, although the family had sweated in the summer, over and over again, spraying insecticide; although the picking, by hand push the shoulder from the mountain will be carried down the mountain with great effort. Fruit growers, always eat the best fruit, even if the remnants of the fruit, but also from the selection of no pests and diseases and then sell some cheap, and finally, the real left to their own, is the small out of shape and by the bugs, "Jiekou first" of the bad fruit.
Winter, the most expected is the snow. The snowfall, the village of the dirt road instantly turned into a ski resort and skating rink. Some go home and take out shovels, a stand on the head of the shovel, a drag shovel pole, skating began; there are, under the buttocks pad a piece of paper shells, from the heights of the speeding down; on the way to school, a pair of shoes under the feet will have to suffer, almost always all the way to hit the giggling slippery forward. Regardless of the fall of the buttocks into eight petals, or arms, legs on the green piece of purple, still enjoy it. Snowball fights, snowmen, not to mention the traditional subjects. Back home, put down the schoolbag, first in the coal stove stove body pasted a circle of dried melon and potato chips, to eat the stomach round, and then began to absent-mindedly, to cope with the homework, the heart is still in that piece of snow it.
At that time, there was no Internet, the electricity supply is not sufficient, the TV is not long into the door of the home of the advanced appliances, the function of the decoration is too much to use, one is afraid of the cost of electricity, the second is always blackout, the third is not much TV program to choose from, so after a few folding, it is not interested. Of course, later the popular Chinese TV series "Huo Yuanjia", "Eagle Shooting Heroes", "Journey to the West" and Japanese TV series "Dinosaur Emergency Kesse No." "Police Dog Carl" hot, but also for the old blackout this quite a lot of complaints, a good TV series, hard to be divided into a number of segments, before and after the plot is not continuous on the urgent children to the power distribution room (when I was a child, we called this place for the electric room) run, I would like to become an electrician, and I would like to be the electrician, and I would like to be the electrician. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Candles were a necessity in the home at that time, the night on the evening study with candles, light candles in class is also a very fun thing at that time, a lot of students love to play pranks, and will always take advantage of this opportunity to scare the timid students. There are scared wow screaming, naturally, there are happy to laugh, as for learning or not, but not the focus of everyone's attention. The flashlight at that time was also a marvelous household appliance. Because the village elementary school houses are in disrepair, a rainy season, especially when it rains heavily will put the students home, so look forward to rain is also all the students at that time *** with the wish.
Now the use of electrical appliances is no longer commonplace, the village has also installed solar street lamps, every night after 8:30 p.m. before going out, and greatly meet the evening walks of the townspeople and summer nights cool, chatting needs. The street lamps will also extend the lighting time to the holidays, a few days before and after the New Year's Eve, it will be bright overnight.
Walking along the asphalt-paved paths in the village, looking at the stone-built old houses on both sides of the paths, which can be used as the setting for anti-war movies, I always remember the simple pleasures of my childhood that surrounded the old houses. Hide-and-seek, bouncing glass balls, playing gyro, catching iron circles, playing tile, playing sandbags, playing π (a kind of paper folded out of the square toys, some in order to strengthen the power will also be added to the inside of the iron sheet), eagles catching chickens, jumping square, and mud dolls, pulling out bird's nests ...... are all embracing the ecological and environmental protection of nature's games.
Walking to the front of the village hall, the layout of the memory has long been changed, in this field, the most I can not forget is to see an open-air movie. I don't know how others feel, for me, watching open-air movies should be the most expected thing in that era of poor entertainment. Whenever I heard the village loudspeaker broadcasting the news of the evening movie, I couldn't listen to the lessons of the day, and I always hoped that school would be over soon. After school, I didn't even want to eat, rushed to the small square in front of the village hall, climbed up to the basketball hoop in the square and sat on the crossbar, so as to save the trouble of bringing stools from home. I had to grab a seat before it was too late. Although the height of the beam was not too low for my late-growing head, I could not stop myself from climbing up. This sitting is to the end of the movie, halfway dare not go down, go down and then come back to dare not guarantee that this "special seat" is still there.
In recent years, every time I go home, I hear whoever is "gone", this "gone" is dead. The old houses in the village are also empty one after another. The village is becoming more and more beautiful, but also more and more "small". Many of the familiar faces of the old people have gradually disappeared. The village is getting newer and newer, but it is also getting "old". The village is full of old people, not to see the young figure.
Finally, I'd like to introduce you to one of the honors that my family is proud of: the municipal intangible cultural heritage - "Lifting the Pavilion". "It is a traditional folk dance that combines historical stories, myths and legends with painting, opera, colorful zhang, colorful sculptures and acrobatics.
The old family is the "birthplace of Yantai old lifting pavilion", which was introduced from the capital at the end of the Qing Dynasty, more than 200 years ago. 2012, the old family re-declared this intangible cultural heritage, which was lost for more than half a century, and participated in performances at festivals all over the world. At present, "Yantai Lifting Pavilion" in the Jiaodong region, only the old family can perform, it is also quite proud of a thing, I hope that this intangible cultural heritage can be inherited from generation to generation, and carry forward!