Suddenly, I remembered that someone recently said that when people are hungry, they have a lot of ideas, a lot of inspiration, the most imaginative, and the best memory. So sex put on good clothes, out of the room, in the garden of the community to walk it, in advance of the life of the elderly, although I do not jump square dance, but the good habit of morning exercise years ago I had, or in my hometown, about seven or eight years old age, I went with the village grandparents to go to the village of a super large called "on the stage". The first thing I did was to go to a super large square called "Tai Shang" with my grandparents in the village to practice.
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Here, "Taishang" is not the kind of "Taishang" of the stage, but a quadrangular mound artificially piled up by the Northeast black soil, and the pronunciation should be read as "Taishang" ("Taishang" sound, "Taishang" sound, "Taishang" sound). (elongate the "dai" sound, and repeat the "on" sound). Our village is thus named ----- Sifangtai. It is said that Sifangtai is the historical site of the Jin Wuzhu pointing platform, Sifangtai that is the pointing platform, the authenticity of which is no longer testable, the local tourism department in order to attract tourists, deliberately exaggerated the legendary color and authenticity of this historical site. This mound from the air is completely a regular square, about one kilometer square, sitting north to south overlooking the entire village. The platform from north to south, north high and south low, a slope terrain is located in the north of the village, standing on the platform to the north, you can see the jade belt around the Songhua River flows from east to west; to the south, the entire village like a chessboard arranged in the "four-sided platform" of the southern edge. Most of the houses in the village are "grass houses", while a few wealthy families have "brick houses". The so-called grass house is the roof of the roof "human" type of roof tightly pressed on the "fan room grass", rain, snow, wind and cold, warm in winter and cool in summer, in the northeast of this extreme cold and heat, the most appropriate climate conditions. The brick house, as its name suggests, is made of red bricks on the outside walls, and the roof is covered with red tiles. Since I was a kid, my family's old house was a straw house, and from this alone, I can see that as a villager of Sifangtai, I have the "right roots".
I can't remember how old I was when I first came to Taishang, but I clearly remember the first time I ran away from home when I was 4 years old. It was the first time in my life that I went on a trip, and my intention was simply to go away, not to bring my emotions to be angry with anyone, and my family members didn't offend me and make me feel bad about it. I was just wanting to travel freely and uninhibitedly, and I didn't mind if there was an adventure or something in the middle, and the germ of this romanticism was already visible in my childhood ---- I put on my sister's red saree with my bare buttocks, and secretly applied half of the lipstick that my elder sister had stolen from my aunt, and then came to the stage alone without any other extra baggage or clothes. The worries of my family, whether I would be arrested as a psychopath if I wore heavy makeup, whether I would be abducted by child traffickers, whether I would be carried away by the hungry wolves on the stage, and so on, and all the worries of adults have been put behind me. When it was too late, I put on my makeup, put on my dress, and walked out of the house, listening to the grass grow and the birds and flowers, but this was not my ultimate goal. I continue to walk, the face of the unknown, full of curiosity, I feel the first time in my life close contact with nature, both exciting and fear, and occasionally met a huge shade tree fluttering out of a large quail, the roots of the hairs stood up. I think that even if a ghost rushed out of the bushes at that time, my reaction would be just like that.
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All the way up, I walked and played, about an hour or so, I walked to the highest point on the stage. Looking out, for the first time overlooking the village where I was born and my family's straw house, it was all clearly visible. The straw house where I was born, I had thought that the world was supposed to be that big, but I didn't realize that now it looked like a small ant, which was really pathetic. Looking down from a high place, the little man covered in a red saree and painted with heavy makeup couldn't help but feel a heroic grandeur! Four years old, I stood on a hillock, looking southward toward my village, my red saree was blown up by the wind, and in the face of nature, I faced the correspondences straight on with my nakedness, and I felt that I was more bullish than even the biggest official in the village. Turning to the north, a glance can be forgotten to the Hetian alabaster tumbling and rushing Songhua River. I immediately decided to go to the Songhua River! Along the path and walked for a while, finally came to the banks of the Songhua River. From afar, I saw a sculpture-like grandfather sitting on a rock fishing. I tried to go over, and after getting closer and closer, I found that there was no danger, so I sat down a few meters away from him, and thoughtfully looked at the river with my hands on my cheeks. Maybe it is my age, maybe it is my pretense of depth caused the old grandpa's curiosity, he looked sideways like me, I deliberately do not look at him, or just focus on a person daze.
I don't know how long, the river fishing more and more less people, the sky gradually darkened afternoon. I was not worried about finding home, or anxious to think of the next step. Just feel some hunger in my stomach, which reminds me of the short black wooden dining table at home. My stomach is getting louder and louder, I am in the deep not to go on, is ready to the next plan, suddenly saw in the distance mother and sister are coming ----- they almost died of anxiety! I later learned, found me "runaway" after they found lipstick was moved, red saree also disappeared. My mother and sister split up and started looking for me, asking everyone along the way if they had seen a child in a red saree and makeup going somewhere. It wasn't difficult to find me, mainly because my image was so avant-garde in such a snotty little village that almost everyone on the road remembered me. I didn't get beaten up, but as a punishment, my red saree was confiscated and I was strictly forbidden to wear it again on non-solemn occasions. That was the end of the first runaway in my life.
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There is an old tree on the stage, and according to my grandmother, when her grandfather was small, the tree was already to be surrounded by four people. According to this speculation, this tree should have at least a few hundred years of history. The shape of this tree is very peculiar: the tree crown covers a circle of about 100 square meters, all to one side, the trunk is hollow, there is a huge tree hole, the hole is very round, about 30 centimeters in diameter, but the hole can accommodate at least three adults. This old tree under the tree hole directly to the underground fox hole, and fox hole in the early years had lived in a nest of foxes, and then on stage to repair the resort, to cut down the tree, in the upcoming construction time, not yet completed the building on the full floor of the lights flickering, construction workers began to scurry, and finally the construction company had to give up, did not cut down the tree, but also in the tree hole under the fox hole on offerings, point incense. However, this nest of foxes has since moved home and never appeared here again.
The villagers said, this old tree is a couple of death into the, because of life love, after the death of an old tree with the same root double plant, after hundreds of years and immortal. Later was split in half by lightning, half dead, the other half tenaciously survived, thus the missing side of the tree hole coated with cement, from a distance, greatly rounded, rather like a pregnant woman awaiting delivery. Many people in the village devoutly believe that this tree after hundreds of years, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, but also the husband and wife with the same root of the double tree, both as she is the protector of love, as a human life expectancy in charge of the old star. Therefore, not only the village, the surrounding ten miles and eight villages of people have come to offer prayers, the tree is still tied full of red cloth, incense has been very strong. This old tree, adjacent to the Point Generals Terrace, grows on the southern slope of the Sifang Terrace and has become a spiritual symbol of the Terrace.
As I get older, my relationship with the stage is getting closer and closer. Since I was a child, I have loved to sing, with the village of a self-proclaimed veteran of the Huangmei opera brigade accountant learned to hang voice. Since then, all year round, regardless of summer or winter, I would get up early and go to the stage to hang my voice. In those years, basically half of the village was woken up by my shouts, and I was more punctual than a rooster. I was more punctual than a rooster, and the penetrating power and disturbance index was even greater than the high-frequency sound of the square-dancing mothers nowadays! Later on, when I went to junior high school, there were more and more things to do at home, such as herding cows, haying, delivering milk, and farming....... The various farm work constantly presses down, my literary cells also came to a screeching halt.
But the memories left on the stage are still the most beautiful scenes on earth: the arrival of spring, the grass is long and the birds fly. The spring flowers are always the first to report spring, the golden flowers of the whole stage is drenched with the fragrance of spring. Then the pink peach blossoms bloomed, burning red through the entire turquoise wilderness, and when the sun set, accompanied by orange-red flaming clouds in the sky, reflected in the surface of the Songhua River, symmetrical water and sky, constituting a bright and colorful picture, like Van Gogh's art at its peak in the use of color as brilliant. The climax of spring and the transition to summer should be the blooming of lilac, the city flower of her hometown of Harbin. When the lilac season is in full bloom, the air is filled with a rich fragrance, purple flowers hanging down in bunches, hanging with the morning dew, through the first ray of sunshine in the morning, reflecting the colorful light. I always thought that lilac had a soul, that she was an angel among flowers.
At the height of summer, the bugs and birds sing a country round dance, sometimes passionate and unrestrained, sometimes low atmosphere, sometimes crisp and lively, sometimes high-pitched excitement. Wild fruits in the summer is nature's best gift, full of eyes, listen to the ensemble, should be a mouthful of desire. Sanderling, mountain red, hairy peach, mountain apricot, prickly rose fruit ...... A variety of unnamed wild fruits and melons as much as you can have a full stomach.
When the leaves on the stage of the red red, yellow yellow, green green, fall is also here. Autumn in the Northeast is always exceptionally short, but the gifts of nature do not diminish. This is a harvest season: grapes, radishes, cucumbers, potatoes, corn, soybeans, all kinds of crops are waiting for the villagers to harvest, so that the grain silo and cellar full of food, ready for a whole winter of food, waiting for a snow-covered winter, lying in the hot hot kangtou, covered with thick quilts, sleep a long winter, and make a sweet and beautiful dream.
The wind is fragrant, the snow is wrapped in honey. This is the most appropriate description of the hometown winter. Winter temperatures drop to minus thirty or forty degrees, a mouthful of spittle and a bubble of urine, contact with the cold air instantly solidified into ice. But in this season to eat popsicles and ice-cream and candy canes, only the most flavorful. Wearing thick cotton clothes, stepping on the snow more than half a meter thick, listening to the creaking sound, stockpiling the New Year's Eve season has arrived. The New Year's Eve comes without a hitch when you kill a pig, slaughter a few chickens, steam a pot of rice cakes, and wrap a few hundred frozen dumplings.
Remembering your hometown ?
The first time I've ever seen a movie, I've seen a movie, I've seen a movie, I've seen a movie, I've seen a movie.
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.
The yellow shovelful of grass is gone, but only the past is stored in the heart.
I have a deep affection for the stage, not only because my old house is located at the foot of the stage, I was born in the city; not only because of the lush summer flowers and trees and colorful wild fruits; not only is the fall in the colorful, golden yellow autumn leaves paved with the path, bright red maple leaves hanging white frost; not only is it here in the winter to turn into a fairy tale kingdom wrapped in silver and deep snow. Rather, it is because the platform is like a thick natural photo album, which has condensed everything about my childhood and hometown into it. Nowadays, I can still see in my dreams the testimony of every place on the stage where I left my footprints. Years of wandering away from home, for the native land and hometown of my thoughts never stop, but unfortunately, the memory of my hometown I can never go back. Nowadays, Sifangtai is no longer the same as it was in the past, the over-development and demolition of the village has destroyed most of the landscape, Sifangtai is no longer Sifangtai. "Birds fly back to their hometowns, foxes die in the first hill." Everyone has the mentality of returning to one's roots. I really hope that when I grow old, I can still be like when I was four years old and ran away from home for the first time, wearing a red saree, drawing a thick makeup, and shouting like no one else, "Go! Go to the stage!"
As an adult, I left my hometown for the sake of my ideal. After so many years on the road, I did go to a bigger stage of life, but this "stage" I have come too long, I feel empty stomach, really hungry, I really hope that my mother and sister to take me back. This small article, right as my memory of my hometown tombstone it.