It suddenly occurred to me that someone recently said that when people are hungry, they are full of ideas, inspiration, imagination and memory. Just get dressed, go out of the house, take a walk in the garden of the community, and live the life of the elderly in advance. Although I don't dance square dance, I had a good habit of doing morning exercises many years ago. I was still in my hometown, about seven or eight years old, and went to a super big square in the village called "Tai Shang" with my grandparents.
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The "stage" here is not the kind of "stage" on the stage, but a square mound artificially piled up in the black soil of Northeast China, which should be pronounced as "stage" (the sound of "stage" is lengthened and the sound of "up" is stressed). Therefore, our village is named Sifangtai. It is said that Sifangtai is the historical site of the Golden Wushu Point-to-Point Platform, and its authenticity has been impossible to verify. In order to attract tourists, the local tourism department deliberately exaggerated the legend and authenticity of this monument. Seen from the air, this mound is completely a regular square, about one kilometer square, facing south and overlooking the whole village. The platform is high in the north and south, low in the north and south, and the terrain in the north of the village is inclined. Standing on the platform, you can see the Songhua River surrounded by jade belts flowing from east to west. Looking down to the south, the whole village is arranged on the southern edge of the "square platform" like a chessboard. Most of the houses in the village are "straw houses", and a few wealthy families are "brick houses". The so-called straw house is to press the "fan house grass" tightly on the "human"-shaped roof, which can protect against rain and snow, wind and cold, warm in winter and cool in summer, and is most suitable under the extreme climate conditions of hot summer and cold winter in Northeast China. Brick-and-tile houses, as the name implies, are made of red bricks on the exterior walls and covered with red tiles on the roof. From small to large, our old houses are all straw houses. From this point alone, we can see that, as a villager of Sifangtai, I am a person who "takes root in Hong Miao".
I don't remember how old I was when I first came on stage, but I clearly remember that my first time "running away from home" was when I was 4 years old. Running away from home was actually my first trip in my life. The original intention was simply to go out for a long trip, and I didn't mean to be angry with anyone with emotion. My family didn't offend me, which made me unhappy. At that time, I just wanted to travel freely and didn't mind taking risks halfway. The germination of this romanticism appeared in my childhood-I put on my sister's red gauze skirt naked and secretly painted half a lipstick that my sister stole from my aunt. Without any extra luggage and clothes, I came to the stage alone. What do family members worry about? Will heavy make-up be arrested as a mental illness? Will it be abducted by abducted children? Will it be taken away by hungry wolves on the stage? I forgot all the troubles of adults. At that moment, I put on heavy makeup, put on a skirt and walked out of the house generously, listening to the grass growing, the birds flying and feeling the flowers, but all this was not my ultimate goal. I walked on, curious about the unknown. For the first time in my life, I felt close contact with nature, both excited and scared. Occasionally I met a big quail flying out of the huge shade, which made my hair stand on end. I think even if a ghost rushed out of the grass at that time, my reaction was just so.
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Along the way, I walked and played. About an hour, I walked to the highest table on the stage. Looking around, overlooking the village where I was born and my hut for the first time, all this is clearly visible. The thatched cottage where I was born, I thought the world should be so big, but now it looks like a little ant. What a pity. Looking down from a height, the little man trapped under the red veil and painted with heavy makeup can't help but have a heroic spirit! When I was four years old, I stood on the top of the hill and looked at my village. The wind was facing south and my red gauze skirt was blown by the wind. In front of nature, I face it as a naked child, feeling better than the biggest official in the village. Turn north, and you can forget the Songhua River rolling like Hetian jade at a glance. I immediately decided to go to Songhua River! After walking along the path for a long time, I finally came to the Songhua River. I saw a sculptural grandfather sitting on a distant stone fishing. I tried to walk over, and when I got closer, I found that there was no danger, so I sat down a few meters away from him, holding my hands and looking at the river thoughtfully. Maybe it's my age, or maybe I pretended to be deep and aroused grandpa's curiosity. His side face looks like mine. I deliberately don't look at him, or I just focus on one person.
I don't know how long it took, but there were fewer and fewer people fishing on the river, and it was dark in the afternoon. I'm not worried about not finding a home, and I'm not worried about considering my next plan. I just feel a little hungry, which reminds me of the black low wooden dining table at home. My stomach is getting louder and louder. I am in a deep state now. I am preparing my next plan. Suddenly I saw my mother and sister coming from a distance-they were worried to death! I later learned that after discovering that I "ran away from home", they found that my lipstick had been touched and my red gauze skirt was gone. My mother and my sister started looking for me separately, and along the way, everyone asked if they had seen a child wearing a red gauze dress. It is not difficult to find me, mainly because my image is too avant-garde in such a stuffy small village, so almost everyone on the road remembers me. I'm not defeated. As a punishment, the red gauze skirt was confiscated and it was forbidden to wear it on non-solemn occasions. I ran away from home for the first time in my life and ended up like this.
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There is an old tree on the stage. According to grandma, when her grandfather was young, four people surrounded him. According to this, this tree should be at least hundreds of years old. This tree has a strange shape: its crown covers about 100 square meter in Fiona Fang, all of which are inclined to one side, and its trunk is hollow, with a huge tree hole with a diameter of about 30 cm, but at least three adults can be accommodated in the hole. The hole under this old tree leads directly to the underground fox hole. In the early years, there lived a nest of foxes in the foxhole. Later, a resort was built on the stage and the trees were cut down. When construction was about to start, the lights on the unfinished building flickered and the construction workers began to run around. In the end, the construction party had to give up, instead of cutting down trees, offering offerings and lighting incense in the fox hole under the tree hole. However, this nest of foxes later moved and never appeared here again.
The villagers all said that this old tree was originally formed after the death of a couple. Because of the love at birth, it became an old tree with two plants after death, which has been immortal for hundreds of years. Later, it was split in half by lightning, half died, and the other half survived tenaciously, so the missing part on one side of the tree hole was covered with cement. From a distance, it looks like a pregnant woman giving birth. Many people in the village sincerely believe that this tree has absorbed the essence of heaven and earth for hundreds of years and is a twin tree with the same root as husband and wife. It is regarded as the patron saint of love and the longevity star in charge of human life. Therefore, not only the village, but also people from the surrounding ten miles and eight townships came to worship and pray. The tree is still covered with red cloth strips, and the incense has been very strong. This old tree, adjacent to the Dianjiangtai, grew on the south slope of Sifangtai and became a spiritual symbol on the stage.
As I grow older, my relationship with the stage is getting closer and closer. I like singing since I was a child, and I learned to hang my voice from a village accountant who claimed to be a senior actor in Huangmei Opera. From then on, all year round, no matter whether it is cold or hot, I get up early and go to the stage to hang my voice. In those years, half the people in the village were awakened by my shouts, and I was more punctual than the rooster. That kind of penetrating power and disturbing index is worse than the high-power voice of the square dance aunts now! Later, when I was in junior high school, there were more and more things at home, such as herding cattle, mowing grass, delivering milk, farming ... all kinds of farm work kept coming down, and my literary cells came to an abrupt end.
But what I remember on the stage is still the most beautiful picture in the world: spring is coming, the grass grows and the warblers fly. The winter jasmine flowers all over the mountains are always the first to announce spring, and the golden flowers soak the whole stage with the fragrance of spring. Then the pink peach blossoms opened and burned all the green leaves. The sun sets, reflected on the Songhua River, and there is an orange-red flaming cloud on the horizon. The water and the sky are symmetrical, forming a bright and colorful picture, just like Van Gogh's use of color at the peak of his art. The climax of spring and the transition to summer should be the blooming of lilacs, which is the city flower of my hometown Harbin. In the season when lilacs are in full bloom, the air is filled with rich fragrance, and purple flowers hang down in strings, hanging with dew in the morning, reflecting colorful light through the first ray of sunshine in the morning. I always thought Lila had a soul. She is an angel in flowers.
In midsummer, insects and birds sing and play a country waltz, sometimes passionate, sometimes deep, sometimes crisp and lively, sometimes high and passionate. Wild fruit in midsummer is nature's best gift. After listening to the ensemble, you should have an appetite. Dingzishan, Shanhong, Peach, Apricot, Rosa davurica ... All kinds of nameless wild fruits and fruits can be feasted.
When the leaves on the stage are red, yellow, yellow and green, autumn comes. Autumn in the northeast is always very short, but the gift of nature is not diminished. This is a harvest season: grapes, radishes, cucumbers, potatoes, corn and soybeans are all waiting for the villagers to harvest, so as to fill granaries and vegetable cellars, prepare enough food for the whole winter, wait for a snowy winter, lie on the hot kang, cover with a thick quilt, sleep for a long winter and have a sweet dream.
There is fragrance in the wind and honey in the snow. This is the most appropriate description of winter in my hometown. In the middle of winter, the temperature drops to MINUS 30-40 degrees. As soon as you spit in the urine, you will freeze into ice instantly when you touch cold air. But it is in this season that eating popsicles, ice cream and Sugar-Coated Berry is the most delicious. Wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, stepping on more than half a meter of snow, listening to the creaking sound, the season of storing new year's goods is coming. Kill a pig, kill a few chickens, steam a pot of rice cakes, and wrap hundreds of frozen jiaozi, so New Year's Eve comes slowly.
Remember your hometown? Sifangtai
Where are the ancient and modern soldiers now? Sifang taishang dianjiangtai
Where did the millennial couple come from? A century-old tree buried in the same root
Loess is gone forever, only the past is full.
I have deep feelings for the stage, not only because my old house is located at the foot of the stage, but also because I was born and raised here. Not only because of the lush flowers, trees and wild fruits in midsummer; It is not just colorful autumn leaves, golden autumn leaves are covered with paths, and bright red maple leaves are covered with frost; Not only here, but also in winter, it becomes the fairy tale kingdom of Zita Law in white. But because the stage is like a thick natural photo album, which condenses everything in my childhood and hometown. Now, I can still see the witness of my footprints everywhere on the stage in my dream. I have been wandering abroad for many years and have never stopped thinking about my hometown and hometown. Unfortunately, I can never go back to my hometown in memory. Today, the square platform is no longer face to face. Over-exploitation and village demolition have destroyed most of the landforms, and the square platform is no longer a square. "When the bird flies back to its hometown, the fox dies first." Everyone has the psychology of falling leaves and returning to their roots. I really hope that when I get old, I can put on a red gauze skirt, draw a thick makeup and shout "Go!" Like when I first ran away from home when I was four years old. Go to the stage! "
When I grew up, I left my hometown for my dream. After running away for so many years, I did step onto a bigger stage of life, but I stayed on this stage for too long, feeling empty and really hungry. I really hope my mother and sister will take me back. This little article should be regarded as the tombstone of my hometown in my memory.