Home is the root, the wanderer is the beard, no matter how far you go, the heart is the root
In the Guangwang Mining Bureau Middle School in Wangcang County, Guangyuan City, Sichuan Province, when he was in his third year of high school, Liu Wanrong, who teaches geography, told us that finding out the mountains and rivers is the foundation of learning geography well.
Secretary Liu said that Wangcang County belongs to the southern foot of Micang Mountain in the Daba Mountains of the Qinling Mountains, and is a tributary of the Dongjiang River of the Jialing River of the Yangtze River and a river of Wangcang County.
Yingzhi's hometown, south is Micang Mountain, south is Qishan Mountain, at the foot of the mountain is the Tingzi River, above is the Dongjiang River, and then the Jialing River, where the mountains are higher and higher, forming a circle and extending outward, just like a group of young men and women holding hands and dancing.
When Yingzhi was a child, she always liked to look up at the planes flying in the sky and imagine how big the world really was. Where did this plane come from? Where have they gone? What does it look like outside?
I still remember the clear blue sky and the white smoke dragged out by the planes.
Children's imagination of the world begins by observing the sky, the sea of clouds, the rising of the sun and the moon.
In the night sky, the stars are dotted, a full moon hangs high, and meteors fly by from time to time.
At that time, in the countryside, families had many children and friends who went to the mountains after school to graze their herds.
In Songlang village on the other side of the river, there are often clashes between cattle and sheep and herders.
In the courtyard after dinner, it is the busiest time of the day, when children are playing, fireflies poke their heads out, and frogs are singing in the surrounding rice fields.
At the entrance of the old house, there is a flower, in early summer, a flower blooms, purple fluff, like a steel needle, between the leaves, blooming beautiful flowers.
When Yingzhi went to Guangwang Mining Bureau Secondary School, he unexpectedly saw that the school was full of osmanthus trees, standing in front of the window to watch, and there was a sign hanging on it, with his name written on it, and finally learned that the flower tree opposite the old house had an elegant name: Acacia Tree.
A breeze, January and January, a flower, swaying in the wind.
In front of the old house of the Yingzhi family, there are also two big trees, a persimmon tree and a mulberry tree.
The tomatoes hanging on the tree, although they are not yet ripe and still very tender, but you like them very much, what should you do? The quickest way to do this is to grill the persimmons on a fire.
Use bamboo strips to wear persimmons into small holes, put them into firewood, keep stir-frying, and can't wait to eat the ripe persimmons, so that the astringent juice will flow out along the small holes, and the golden flesh is eaten while it is hot, sweet and sour, that is the taste of childhood.
The honey locust tree grows very tall, its fruit can be used for laundry, and the earliest detergent should be honey locust when humans did not have laundry detergent.
There was a large stone mill under the tree, which was used to grind flour and corn flour, and it was pulled by an ox to cover its eyes.
When Yingzhi was a child, she was a child herding cattle and went to school.
Eiji grew up slowly beside Eiji, there was a piece of flesh on his neck, and like Eiji's face, he would touch it from time to time, and sometimes rub it on his cheek, it was a very soft and comfortable feeling, like a good friend who grew up together, and he could communicate without words.
The little calf's head was blindfolded, and he was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body, and a large group of people around him laughed, but he still couldn't turn around to pull the mill, and his father beat him with a stick, and Yingzhi was crying on the side, as if he was beating his body.
The tall persimmon and blackberry trees are home to magpies, and a pair of magpies built a nest in the persimmon and blackberry trees, and two people made a nest in the blackberry trees.
Two pairs of magpies often perch on the highest branches and cry to each other before meeting each other in flight.
Newborn magpies fly in the air in flocks, chirping each other, and their feelings for each other are very harmonious.
The 80s were the most prosperous time for the countryside. There are large rice fields in the mountains of my hometown, and the farmers are very happy when it comes to harvest.
After the autumn harvest, it is called"Arada"There is still water in the land, and there are fish in the land.
The water that ran out of the stream formed a stream, and even in the dry winter, the stream flowed in a hurry, and in the cold winter, there were long ice ridges, and it was not afraid of the cold.
Now the young people have gone to the cities, the countryside has become depressed, the fields have become desolate, the paddy fields are gone, the creeks have dried up, and the frogs have lost their hearing.
With no water stored in the rice paddies, flooding has become more frequent and houses along the river are more vulnerable.
When I was younger, I was especially fond of snow, when the fields were full of snow and the cattle had no grass and only pickled hay to feed me, so I didn't have to go to the mountains to graze my cattle.
Build snowmen, have snowball fights, sit around the fire, and eat roasted sweet potatoes.
The snow was falling heavier, and I saw that the bamboos were bent by the snow, so in order to prevent more bamboos from breaking, I ran to the bamboo forest and quickly shook off the snow on them.
New Year's Eve is the happiest time of the year.
The neighbors gathered in the Ying family compound to play cards and drink for several days.
The taste of the year in the countryside will always remain in the memory.
When he was on the rivers and lakes, he also had ups and downs, and tasted the hardships and ups and downs of the world.
Every time I get home, it's in a hurry.
Every time we met, it was like a long time apart!
The best way to understand one's hometown is to stay away from one's hometown and find one's memory and soul in a foreign land.
The more we walked, the more we yearned for every tree and everything in our hometown.
The house is the root, the traveler is the beard, and the farther he goes, always connected to the root and the beard.
It's time to go home for the New Year again!