Now when you see this kind of earth house when traveling, you will feel particularly close. Once, I saw a group of friends posted a series of photos of the earth house, aroused my great interest, painted a pair of watercolor paintings of the earth house, although I did not paint the flavor of the earth house, and there is no painting techniques, but I like it extraordinarily.
Our village is located in a low-lying depression, surrounded by small hills, the slopes of which are covered with coniferous pines, and there are a lot of cement piles "closed to forests".
Spring and summer festivals, and small friends pulling the family buffalo to the hillside cattle, when I was still small, watching the cows do not let the cows go to eat the crops of the task generally falls on the sister, small friends together with the stones discharged a variety of houses over the family. When the cow's stomach is slowly bulging against the two nests above, the cow is full, we can go home to eat.
In late fall, the hillside coniferous pine yellow, will fall to the ground, laying a golden layer, we have to use a rake to the pine leaves gripped together, with baskets loaded home as firewood.
Every family in the village burned clay stoves, which required a lot of firewood. After we moved, every year when we went back to my grandmother's house, pot roast in the big pot was the most popular, until my grandparents passed away in high school, and there was no more pot roast to eat. At that time, it seemed like my parents always had endless land to plant and no time to cook, so we kids did it ourselves at home. Cooking in the cauldron was a bit tricky, as you first boiled the rice in water, cooked it until it was almost done, then panned the rice and filtered out the rice broth, and then put it into the pot to steam with the residual heat from the stove. We were too young to grasp the timing of filtering the rice soup, and we often cooked the rice raw, no way to eat, so we had to ask the aunt next door to help the raw rice for secondary processing.
My family is located in the village of high terrain near the hillside, the home of the well often pressure water, and then my father came up with a solution, the pressure of the well mouth dug down two meters deep, like a cellar, every time you go down the stairs with the pressure of the well pressure of the water, and then use the water bucket to carry up. My family just had a big hole in the middle of the yard for a long time.
To say something special about the garden behind the house, it was the paradise of our childhood.
The garden was originally someone else's house, then they moved away, the earth house collapsed, my father surrounded it with an earth wall, planted several peach trees, an apricot tree, and even a rare yellow peach, planted some vegetables under the trees, and we children planted all kinds of flowers, I can remember, there are nightshade, cockscomb, and a kind of nail coloring flowers. When the peaches were ripe, we would climb up the tree and pick the biggest and reddest ones. What we looked forward to the most was the ripening of the rare yellow peaches, and when one ripened, we would share it with everyone. Even if the peach is not yet ripe, we often go to the garden to play, climb up and down the tree to play, or plant sunflowers to observe it slowly grow.
The year before last, I went back to my hometown to take a look around, but it was not at all what I remembered. The earth house for many years no one live has collapsed, the village is very quiet, overgrown weeds everywhere, no children chasing the noise of play, only a few barking dogs, the hillside is not so high in memory, walk a few steps to the top of the hill, with the "dirt slope" to describe the more appropriate, once brought us a lot of fun, the big pond can not be found. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.
That can not go back to the old home, can not go back to the years, can only meet in the dream!
That's why I'm so proud of you.