When my grandfather was young, he used to play ...... here"Every time I hear this song, it brings back memories that I have far away. There is also a "front door" hidden in my heart, which contains many childhood memories, and once opened, the people and things in my hometown will quickly become clear. In that place, we all called him "Qianyang". Qianyang is in the northeast of the village, there is a Guandi Temple, there is a big shadow wall at the entrance of the temple, and a group of old men sitting on a small horse to bask in the sun often gather in front of the shadow wall.
It's a three-way street, and there are more people coming and going from north to south than from other places. Every New Year's holiday, there are people who come to the Guandi Temple to burn incense and make offerings, and if it is the birthday of Master Guan, there will be a troupe to sing and perform. On weekdays, people who make pots and bowls, jugglers, and sell needlework and cloth with a merchant drum also like to come here to join in the fun.
At the end of each year, the production team often writes the work of the members on big red paper and posts it on the wall of the shadow wall for publicity.
After the New Year, a big iron pot will be set up here, boiling boiling water, waiting for everyone to bring the big fat pig that has been raised for a year, and entertain relatives and friends after slaughtering. The stout Zhao butcher picked up a big wooden stick high, knocked the big fat pig who was tied up with four feet and screamed with a stick, put an arm around the pig's mouth, and stabbed a knife into the pig's neck. After a while, the fat pig that was still scurrying around just now turned into two bright red pork, which were placed on the meat table hotly.
If you want to say strange, it has to be the old locust tree. How old this old locust tree is, no one can say clearly. Judging from the trunk, it would take three adults to hug it.
As far as I can remember, a large hole had rotted out in the middle of the trunk, and only half of the bark was left to support the huge canopy. We also climbed into tree hollows and played hide and seek. During the Chinese New Year, the children cut off rotten wooden blocks from the hollows of the trees and lit firecrackers.
Finally, one day, the entire canopy collapsed, and only half of the stump was left standing upright. Unexpectedly, after a few years, the half of the stump burst out of the branches again, and soon the child was like a cover, and the thick shade covered the sun. The sight of dead wood in spring made everyone excited for a long time. In order to prevent the trunk from continuing to rot, the kind villagers sealed the decayed part with cement. The old people can gather under the tree again, drink tea and enjoy the coolness, play games and chat, and talk about the past and the present.
The Guandi Temple to the north of the old locust tree is also some years old. Look at the wide and heavy blue-gray wall tiles, and the mottled traces left by many repairs, it seems that an elderly man is telling the vicissitudes of the world, and the warmth and coldness of the world. The stone pillar built into the wall of the door hole on one side records the good intentions of the ancestors who worked together to repay the saintly virtue. Several chic and handsome, literary and brilliant inscriptions with great historical value highlight its unique artistic charm.
According to the inscription, this Guandi temple was built in the 52nd year of Kangxi, when the whole village was only a few dozen households, but the road was blue, but it was thrifty, and raised funds to build the Guandi temple everywhere, praying that the Guandi Holy Monarch could remove disasters and reduce auspiciousness, and protect the villagers. Today, the village has grown to more than 1,300 people, almost every family has students who have passed the examination, and every household has craftsmen.
When I was a child, there was no statue of Emperor Guan in the main hall, and it was replaced by a cooperative of the production team. The foreign fire sold there is a box of two cents, a pencil for two cents, and there is also a sticky sorghum syrup that children love to eat, which can stick your teeth down. In the courtyard to the east is the joint clinic of the production team, in which there is a hoarse doctor Su, and on the charcoal stove sits a hot aluminum pot, which is sterilizing syringe needles by steaming.
To the east of the old locust tree is a relatively open field. During the day, there are always a few old men fighting on the Chu River Han Realm. Sometimes there is a dispute over a move, this one wants to regret the move, that one refuses to let it, this one holds the chess piece and does not give it, and that one has to go to the hand to grab it. Even annoyed for a while, he lifted the chessboard and threw away his sleeves. But in the blink of an eye, he grinned again, put the chess pieces again, and "when the top cannon jumps the horse" began.
Look at the old branch secretary, he doesn't leave his mouth all day long, his eyes don't leave his chess, he curls up and squats on the ground, his eyes are staring at the chessboard, he pinched a cigarette butt with two fingers, and he rhythmically stuffed it into his mouth again and again, sucking in and then taking it away, and his mouth still clicks and clicks.
Look at the retired worker Uncle Yu again, with a pu fan in his vest, a happy smile, and he spoke unhurriedly, "The north wind is cold on the fifteenth day of the first month, and the devils in Kouzhen are going to the ...... of Bishan Mountain."”
There is also the one-armed hero machine gun company commander Qin Laohan, sitting on a small horse, holding the matchbox tightly between his legs, holding a match with one hand and slashing it hard, the match was lit with a "bang", and the mouth holding the cigarette rolled rushed over, and a burst of white smoke came out of his mouth.
The golden sunlight shone obliquely on the shadow wall, and everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.
In the evening, a 24-inch color TV turned on on time, and in front of the small screen, the black pressure was crowded with the head with a long neck. This imported large color TV is still a prize handed over to the public grain by the production team after the harvest, and the commune. "Shaolin Temple" and "Huo Yuanjia" are classic martial arts films, we all watched them on this open-air TV. "The Great Wall will never fall, and the Yellow River is surging", the passionate melody and deep patriotic feelings have long been integrated into everyone's blood.
Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people in the village. Every time I go back to my hometown, I see that the old locust tree is still flourishing, but the Guandi Temple next to it has crazy grass growing on the wall, and the cracks in the wall are leaking, and it is becoming dilapidated. Fortunately, with the initiative of the village sages and the enthusiastic donations, the Guandi Temple was renovated and became a district-level cultural relics protection unit. I hope that the spring breeze of rural revitalization can once again awaken the long-lost liveliness of the countryside. The former yang of his hometown will definitely be prosperous again.
end– vernacular proseAbout the Author
Yu Zonglin, male, from Zibo, Shandong, loves prose writing. His works have been scattered in many newspapers and periodicals such as "Huaxia Filial Piety Culture", "Luzhong Morning News", "Zhoucun Today", "Zhoucun Garden" and so on.
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