I
In the late afternoon of New Year's Eve, the sky cleared a bit, and the wet rain and gloom of the past few days gradually lifted as I walked alone deeper into the village and fields. It was the first time I had been so generously close to the village.
Mother and aunt in the preparation of the New Year's Eve dinner, the father to do some miscellaneous work, the woman to close the store door to come over, I posted the Spring Festival couplets, to see can not help other help, on their own, alone, down the ridge, to the dog trough Bay, along the village road. All the way to step on the clean asphalt, all the way to see the folk customs wall, as well as the villagers in front of the couplets, lanterns and parked cars. The new year's flavor is getting stronger, the not so big village, ushered in a rare popularity.
The stately village building, red lacquer simple wood, hung with the doorbell of the village history museum, rural governance, civilization practice supermarket compatible with the rule of law plaza, as well as the integration of the party building, non-heritage culture and village education in one of the countryside folk court, one by one, highlighting the national civilized village - Tonglu County, after the rocky village of the town of water, simple and vivid and innovation of the unique temperament. Unique temperament.
"After the rock", how solid and heavy name, the former even take the name of the village show character and feelings, like a person caressing the book, there is a natural warmth of the hand.
I am familiar with this place, and it seems a little strange. I tried to measure it with my feet, to perceive everything here more clearly, to touch the spine, body and soul of the village.
Qianxi River dam, from the hundred years Fang Wangjiawu mouth, has been leading to the village of Sanhuai, like a round moon scimitar, the village of Houyan three sides around the water outline, outlined exceptionally clear. I have always wanted to walk from the beginning to the end of the village, will be my whole body and mind, in a certain moment, and grass, soil, crops and village frame. The first day of New Year's Eve, I finally made the trip.
Two
The bridge is the gateway to the village, and is also the point of prevention and control of the epidemic, and a man and a woman dressed in volunteer uniforms are on guard here. I greeted them and handed them cigarettes. The bridge under the Jinzishan Mountain is like a link between two sections of the village, the next section, meandering to Sanhuai, and Tianmu River.
This place is covered with childhood memories. In the first month of the New Year, along the mountain stream side path, through the cloud head, Xihua, Hezhou, Shangao, Leping, to Grandma's house. Once when I was a child on vacation, I picked two small bamboo chairs, grandmother carrying a few bamboo baskets, all the way along the village hawking.
"Cushion chair which do?"
"My master."
The father of the gimlet maker has a small reputation, and the passers-by who came around did not say anything, saying that I was good, naughty. The memory of that naive and bitter, and the vivid image of being close to my grandmother is very impressive.
Under the river dam, my family's two acres and four minutes of field, in the end, which is a piece, only a general impression. The village, backed by the mountain, but more barren. All the livelihoods are in a large open paddy field between Phoenix Mountain and the former stream.
The double robbery season, a family of four, in the hot sun, stepped on the hot mud, than the speed: cut rice, all the way forward; rice planting, all the way back. The village's hottest scene, in the era of blood boiling, will be sealed here.
Later, my father reclaimed the sandy land, also under the river dam. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on one. My daughter-in-law and I were in the dazzling chili pepper field, hand in hand, sharing the joy of fresh fruits and vegetables.
Three
I no longer think about it, I choose to go up the section, where I was a child to put ducks to hide from the rain of the tree, jumping in the water to touch the stones to bathe on the banks of the stream, and frying and netting of fish on the beach of the big river. The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of it, and I was in the middle of it.
The mottled stone railings, a patch of green grass, moss, strewn with broken leaves, a moment solidified into the winter cold and lonely picture, vaguely refracted the face of the village lonesome. But I'm not sad, everything in front of me is the reality of the real, is the real look of the land, for a native of the village of middle-aged people, both unfamiliar, but also an indescribable affinity. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'd like to be able to do that.
The several big trees, the branches and leaves are messy together, almost hanging upside down in the water, the disturbance has its own immersion. Surprisingly, there is a group of ducks, is from the gap between the trees, quickly swim to the other side of the bank, a shake, the line of sight is blocked. I was in a trance, and the experience of duck herding since I was five years old, the mechanized road, the steel bridge, the slow flow of the clear river, the wiggling body, the river is unusually active ducks, an instant montage of the emergence.
I sat on a rock by the dike, dazed and confused. Those trees standing on the bank, the branches are reaching for the sky with their teeth and claws, far from the favorite that I climbed up to play when I was a teenager. A small piece of bamboo forest and a few rows of cut mulberry trees, and hanging a few strings of red lanterns in the vegetable field, became a unique lonely landscape outside the embankment.
Those dykes, why not build along the coast? I guessed forward. Maybe it's a little more practical to think about, but it just narrows down the village out of nowhere.
All the way to the west, looking north at the hillock. The rolling hills were once the heights I climbed. As a child, especially in the second half of the year, we have to follow our parents up the mountain to cut firewood. Before dawn, the hand with a wood knife, shoulder shoulder stretcher, over the home north of the Phoenix Peak, into the depths of the back of the mountain, until noon or even in the afternoon before picking firewood home. A load of firewood, picked down from the top of the mountain between the waist, compacted the teenager's slightly thin shoulders. The firewood picked home from the mountain, my father divided into different categories, the thick and large chopped and neatly yards in the eaves, natural air drying. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Those curved and uneven mountain paths, wet and dry sweat stains and the solid footsteps without hesitation, proved that the village of the endless fireworks.
Four
There is a row of chestnut forests in the field. Seven or eight chestnut trees, standing neatly on both sides of the ridge, quite a chapter and momentum. The scattered yellow leaves, and the greens in the field, outline a green and yellow ink painting, which has a green background and reasonable white space. The village's rustic flavor came to me, and I have to say that I was joyful.
Before reaching the end of the asphalt road, suddenly heard a burst of rumbling loud noise. I expected it to be the roar of the river at the mouth of the upper village. The river is close at hand, and a thousand wonderful things are within reach.
Sure enough.
In front of me is a perfect winter stream picture, not the general Netflix stream can be compared. The background is the mountains, mountains and clear. All over the clear water, dense out of the remote, ethereal mood. Two layers of broad dams, the formation of white water, in the stream and the mountain road side wantonly across, pouring. The water at the side of the mountain road returns, splashing clear water. The torrent of water that drained between it and the dike quickly gathered and rushed out. Under the wash, the water vapor rises, instantly white fog filled.
Keep an eye on things often become interesting. I patience, sitting on a stone, quietly listening to the nature of the purest and most wonderful sound, I feel the unparalleled pleasure - good as water, "Lin Qingliu to wash the heart", the old home of this side of the water and soil, completely washed my turbid heart.
I squatted down and stroked those slightly dark pebbles, they are more and more moist and vivid in the water, you can see the hardness of the spirit outside. Natural things are always stored in some of the wild, along with the force of nature and fell in the wilderness in the remote suburbs.
I went down to the very ground, and scooped up a mouthful of water with my hand, and my throat was instantly cool and refreshing. I can't help but shoot up the video, "I'm in the back of the rock in my hometown ......" I can't help but narrate, some incoherent, but surprisingly real, emotionally expressive and undisguised. This moment alone, in the village river, I enjoy the clarity and wonder of nature.
Five
Walking towards the village house, I could see the sun-dried cured meat, dried fish and radish strips and other new year's goods. I saw an acquaintance from afar, the daughter of Mr. Xu, an elementary school teacher, sitting by the door, peeling bamboo shoots. I went over to say hello, just as Mr. Xu came over from the village house, he handed me cigarettes, I said no. He said you are not a smoker, I'm not a smoker. He said you are not smoking, I said drinking happy to get a, I also said, empty time to drink a cup of wine. He smiled and said, good. He likes to drink, and bold.
The mountain neighboring peace and mutual assistance, chicken and dog heard the habit of exchange, the day quietly past. I'm going to take my leave and head for the village. Row after row of residential points, vaguely remember that this is the hair small Minfang home, this is Hu Peisong academician's home, that home is the power supply Li brothers, the small square is Lin'an "cloud meets" B&B Zheng Li Fang home ......
Season, the day a little cooler, the "tricky elves farmland".
"Go home." A voice came to me, under the sky, above the field, on the bank of the clear stream. I headed for home, calm and full inside.