When Yingzhi was in high school at Guangwang Mining Bureau Middle School in Wangcang County, Guangyuan City, Sichuan Province, Liu Wanrong, a teacher who taught geography, said that the key to learning geography is to understand the mountain system and the water system.
Mr. Liu also said that the mountains of Wangcang County belong to the southern foot of Micang Mountain in the Daba Mountains of the Qinling Mountains, and the water of Wangcang County belongs to the tributaries of the East River of the Jialing River in the Yangtze River Basin.
Yingzhi's hometown is on the waist of Qishan Mountain in the south of Micang Mountain, and the Tingzi River under the mountain joins the East River, and then enters the Jialing River.
When she was a child, Yingzhi often looked at the planes flying from the sky in a daze, how big is the world? Where do planes come from? And where to go? What does it look like outside the mountain?
The sky was so blue in my memory, and after the jets flew by, they left a long white smoke behind, which I watched intently until it completely dissipated.
My childhood fantasy of the world comes from looking up at the sky, the clouds and the rising moon.
The sky at night is full of stars, a bright moon, and occasionally a meteor crosses by.
At that time, in the countryside, families had herds of children and many playmates, and when they were not in school, they would go up to the mountains to graze cattle.
Herds of cattle, as well as herds of cattle herders, often quarrel with the cattle herders in Songlang Village on the other side of the river.
In the courtyard after dinner, it is the most lively time of the day, with playmates playing and playing, fireflies infested, the surrounding countryside with the fragrance of rice flowers, and the sound of frogs.
There is a flowering tree in front of the old house, blooming in early summer, purple-red velvety tidbits, like needles like silk, on the branches between the leaves, clusters of flowers, but young and do not know flowers.
When Yingzhi entered the middle school of Guangwang Mining Bureau to study in high school, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there were many such trees on the campus, and he could enjoy the flowers by the window, and there was a name tag on the tree.
A wind and moon, a flower blooming, swaying because of the wind.
There are also two tall trees in front of Yingzhi's hometown, one is a persimmon tree and the other is a honey locust tree.
The red persimmon hangs on the tree, not yet fully ripe and soft, but I want to eat it, what should I do? The quickest way to do this is to roast persimmons.
Use a bamboo skewer to tie the persimmon all over the hole, and then on the firewood, slow roasting, diligent turning, anxious to eat the unripe persimmon, let the astringent juice flow out of the hole, after roasting, peel off the skin, golden flesh, eat it while it is hot, sweet and astringent, this is the unique taste of childhood.
The honey locust tree is particularly tall, the honey locust can be used for laundry when it is ripe, before human beings have laundry detergent, the original detergent may be the honey locust, there are many sharp thorns on the tree, and it is not easy to harvest the honey locust.
There is a large stone mill under the tree, which can grind flour and corn flour, and when the ox pulls the mill, the cow's eyes must be covered with a cloth, round and round.
When he was a child, Yingzhi was herding cattle babies in addition to school.
The little scalper at home gradually grows up, and also accompanies Yingzhi to grow up, the hanging meat under the neck of the scalper, the same skin, Yingzhi often touches and plays, and rubs his face to rub, soft and comfortable, accompanied by his close partners in childhood, without words.
When the little scalper was grinding for the first time, he was very frightened when he was blindfolded, and many people around him watched and laughed, the little scalper would not turn around and grind, and his father beat the little scalper with a wooden stick, and Yingzhi cried sadly next to him, as if he hit Yingzhi.
The tall persimmon and honey locust trees became the home of the magpies, one pair of magpies nesting in the persimmon tree, and the other pair of magpies nesting in the honey locust tree, looking for branches to build a nest.
Two pairs of magpies, often standing on the top branches, chirp at each other, and then fly in a staggered manner.
After the baby magpie is born, the magpies fly in groups, chirping, chirping endlessly, and the creatures have love, which is very interesting.
The 80s were the most prosperous years in the countryside, and there were many paddy fields on the mountains of my hometown, and the rice harvest was the happiest time for farmers.
After the rice is harvested in autumn, it still stores water, which is often called Chen paddy field, and there are still fish in the field.
The leaking water gathers in the stream, and even in the dry winter, the stream still flows, and in the cold winter season, the icicles are very long, and they are not afraid of the cold.
Nowadays, young people have moved into the cities, the countryside has been degraded, the countryside is barren, there are no more paddy fields, the stream is cut off, and the sound of frogs has disappeared.
Without paddy fields to store water, flooding is even more rampant, and riverside households are vulnerable to flooding.
When I was a child, I especially liked snowy days, and the snow in the four fields was vast, and the cattle could not eat the grass, but could only eat the preserved straw, so there was no need to go up the mountain to herd the cattle.
Build a snowman, have a snowball fight, roast the fire around the fire, and roast the red weed to eat.
The heavy snow is getting thicker and thicker, and in order to prevent more bamboos from being crushed, they go to the bamboo forest to shake the snow off and raise it one after another.
Chinese New Year is the happiest time of the year.
People from the neighborhood gathered in the courtyard of Ying's house, played cards, drank wine, and so on for several days.
The flavor of the year is in the countryside, and it is also in the memory forever.
The years of wandering the world have also been upside down and experienced hardships in the world.
Every time I go home, I come and go in a hurry.
Every time we meet, we are reunited after a long absence!
The best way to get to know her is to leave her, to go back to memory and spirit, and to find her in another foreign land.
The farther back and forth there is, the more I dream of every grass and tree, every thing and thing in my hometown.
Home is the root, the wanderer is the beard, no matter how far you go, the roots are always connected.
It's the Spring Festival solstice again, go home!
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