Those things in hometown
Those things in hometown, hometown is the place where each of us grew up, which contains our memories and thoughts, so the distant hometown will always exist in our memories and will never be forgotten in our minds. Let's read those things in hometown together. Things in my hometown 1
Before those people left their hometown, I often stood at the foot of the ancient camphor tree on the hill overlooking the whole village. I saw the old houses on both sides of the ancestral hall next to each other, with black corrugations, and the narrow alleys were covered with green slates and staggered. At any time, adults were in a hurry to carry water and firewood, and children were chasing and frolicking. In a village of less than 5, square meters in Fiona Fang, there are actually more than 1 families. Although the old houses have different orientations and shapes, they are all blue bricks and tiles, wooden doors and windows, with the same wall, close to each other, with nine lanes and eight lanes, colluding with each other, all of which show that the villagers and neighbors are interdependent, hand in hand, and live in harmony with each other.
"A wisp of solitary smoke is thin, and a hundred firewood is flourishing." It seems that more than 5 years ago, I vaguely saw that the old man Fuzu, who was over 5 years old, came here with his two sons, Jin Shou and Jin Hou, and all his belongings from the "bird's nest" dozens of miles away. In order that a small root of Liang's surname can grow into a leafy tree, they chose this land of geomantic omen and built a village near the lake. The elder brother Jin Shou lives in the East CuO, and the younger brother Jin Hou lives in the West CuO. Brothers support each other, and children and grandchildren accompany each other. The closer they get, the closer they get, and the dependence they have on each other. Interdependence, interdependence has gone through several generations and gradually became a habit. The habit of the whole village has become a custom that has been followed from generation to generation. Old houses are naturally built in groups, and more than ten households have a lane, and there are alleys connected with each other. In a narrow alley, only one person can carry a load of firewood, for fear that if the alley gets too big, it will wedge into something else and block their connected blood vessels.
on a moonless night, the village is quiet and lonely. In order to save lighting oil, the villagers hurried home after sunset, busy cooking, eating and washing, and turned off the lights and went to sleep as soon as it was dark. On the night of the full moon, the children's restless hearts have long been overwhelmed. As long as one person shouts in the alley, children from all walks of life, whether big or small, whether boys or girls, will rush out. In the alley, in the alley, in front of the ancestral hall, children are playing everywhere, and the whole village is boiling. Starlight and moonlight deliberately stay on the blue corrugated, but also pour on the calm lake. At the moment, Chihu, the village and the old house have the same sky and the same color, and in the looming trade-offs, they have become the paintings of Liang Shudie in the village. In his works, the old house under the moonlight is like a silkworm house, and people are like silkworm treasures. The combination of one layer and the other is in perfect harmony. An ancient village is integrated with heaven and earth, and a beautiful picture vividly retains the appearance of the village and the appearance of the old house.
Crops are harvested one after another, children are born one after another, and the popularity of the village grows stronger every year. The trees are divided, and the children are separated. The small old house can no longer accommodate these grown-up children. Although some people start to build houses outside, the old house is still preserved. With the arrival of the new century and the new Millennium, the spring breeze of reform has also blown into this ancient village. The old houses have lost their old appearance and have been replaced by rows of buildings in the new village. The same structure, the same specifications, more than 1 buildings neatly arranged, seemingly very imposing, but how can not find the kind of kindness and attachment of the old house. Nowadays, older people often walk in front of the ancestral hall and recall the old house. Every time I talk to people, it is a lament, and the ancient house in the ancient village has become a helpless memory ...
Some time ago, when I returned to my hometown and talked with Brother Hongsheng and Brother Jinsong about the old house field, they still had very clear memories, which brought me closer to the ancient village where I lived as a child.
From top to bottom, the west side of the ancestral temple is Uncle Guang's house. Now Uncle Guang's house is the former basement of Uncle Guang's house. It is very small, that is, a long room, all made of adobe. There is a narrow alley in front, opposite to the houses of Brother Xianbo and Brother Xuewen, and the houses of Uncle Guangdou and Sifengpo are connected back to their houses. Sifengpo's house is a wooden structure, which is very unique and very old. Next to it is an alley. On the west side of the alley is uncle Guangwei and uncle Guangjun's house, and next door is uncle Guangsi's house. In front of this row of houses is a narrow alley, with the houses of Brother Jinsong, Brother Liang Xige and Father Liang Shu in the south, and the houses corresponding to their houses are Uncle Guangben, Brother Xue Jun, Brother Liang Guangge, Father Geng Cai and Aunt Lihua. There is a north-south alley between the two rows of houses. Further to the west, there are two rows of houses facing each other in an alley. From north to south, there is a clearing next to friends and uncles in the east of the alley, which was left by the demolition of the ancestral base of my third master Guangfeng, and the house of Xian' an and Fancai Dad in the horizontal direction is the house of Guangzao Uncle in the south. From north to south, the west side of the alley is my grandfather's grandfather, and next door is uncle Guang Jin's house. There is a gate between uncle Guang Jin and uncle Guang Shi, and when you enter it, there is an alley, surrounded by my third father's house and uncle Guang Gengbo's house. To the south are Uncle Guangkai's house and Uncle Guanglun's house. There is also a gate between them, and there is another alley in it. Around the alley are Uncle Guanghuo's and Uncle Guangchang's houses ... Under the description of Brother Hongsheng and Brother Jinsong, the old house in my hometown is gradually clear in my mind. Unfortunately, the old house that lasted for hundreds of years was torn apart. I don't know whether it's regret or helplessness. It's just a simple description with words and a simple description of childhood villages with pens. At that time, every house was small, and we were like silkworm babies living in a matchbox, warm, happy and happy. Those things and people in my hometown 2
My hometown is at the junction of southwest Zhungeer Banner and northern Shaanxi in Inner Mongolia, which is a typical mountainous area. Because there are two peaks standing side by side on a beam, it is named Shuangshanliang.
The area around Shuangshanliang is very remote, with undulating ditches and at the same time far away from the traffic jams in cities and towns. This special natural condition and humanistic environment gave birth to the unique local customs and people's feelings in that area. Simple and honest hometown people's natural living habits and interests make me unforgettable after being away from my hometown for decades.
sour fruit has a strong feeling
Shuangshanliang is known as the "land of flowers and fruits". Indeed, the fruits produced in that area are not only of many colors and varieties, but also of great output. There are mainly Hongzi, Begonia, Shaguo, Penang, sour Xinger, Prunus persica and so on. Those fruit trees are very drought-tolerant. Because they are deeply rooted, they can absorb underground water below two or three meters. At the same time, the crown of the tree is low, and the branches are covered downward, almost covering the ground. In addition, the thick branches and dense leaves can resist the wind and sand. Another advantage is that they don't choose the land, and they can grow both fertile and thin. These characteristics can just adapt to the natural conditions of barren land, drought and little rain, windy and sandy in this area. So it was planted in large quantities by local people. Three, five, ten and eight fruit trees can be seen everywhere in the front and back of every house and in the ravines and valleys. It looks very gratifying that the green onions are luxuriant.
When the fruit is ripe in autumn, every family, regardless of adults, children, men and women, will go out together. Those who carry baskets, carry loads and carry baskets will "lay fruit" in the fruit fields. That piece of fruit tree forest, the shadows are dancing, the fruit fragrance is overflowing, and people are laughing and laughing. That scene is really intoxicating and fascinating!
All the fruits produced in this area have a strong sour taste. At first glance, they are sour and astringent, which can't help but make you grin and drool. After eating a few, I tasted them carefully, and I felt that the acid was sweet and there was a strange fragrance. So you will eat one by one under the kind urging of the host "you eat and you eat". The local people are even more delicious and often never tire of eating.
In autumn, many families always keep some fruits for their own use, except that some fruits are transported to the market for sale. Of all the fruits, Haizhongzi has the most yield. Because its fruit is hard and not easy to rot, many people have to store a lot, and they can eat fresh sea red all winter and early spring next year. The storage method is generally to put it in your own yard and cover it with sorghum straw. Many people also pick out the big ones with deep red color and put them in porcelain jars, spray a small amount of white wine, and then paste a few pieces of hemp paper on the mouth of the jar with some clay to seal them up, which is called "drunken sea red" The "drunken" sea red is delicious, sweet and sour with crispness, and it is delicious. In winter and spring, relatives and friends come to our house, and when chatting or before and after tea, the host family must pinch a plate of frozen sea red or drunk sea red for hospitality.
villagers also have the habit of cutting fresh fruits into petals and drying them for dry consumption. During the fruit harvest season, many people hang all kinds of fruit petals on the beams and nails on the interior and exterior walls. Red and yellow flowers are dazzling and interesting! Dried fruit petals are moderately sweet and sour, chewed slowly, full of fragrance and endless aftertaste. It is a delicious food that women and dolls who like snacks often eat, and it is also a good product that pregnant women can't wait for. When people visit relatives and friends, they never forget to bring some dried fruits and apricots to give to their friends and relatives in other places.
Mi Mi sour rice tastes delicious
My hometown is dominated by Mi Gu, and most of them are millet. Millet milled with millet is the main food. Because of the serious water shortage in that place, it is difficult to eat vegetables, so I made glutinous rice into sour rice. Because eating sour rice is not just a dish, you can not only eat it, but also enjoy it. Generally speaking, at noon, there is sour rice and braised vegetables, and in the morning, there is sour porridge at night. To cook sour rice, the rice is washed first, and then poured into a porcelain jar filled with sour pulp for four or five hours. Wash the sour rice out of the excess slurry soup before cooking, and then put it in a boiling water pot for boiling. After cooking, it is called sour rice, and it is called sour porridge or sour porridge.
Eating sour rice is a dietary habit of hometown people without exception. "Every family has a rice pot, and every meal can't be separated from eating sour rice" is its true portrayal. Every time you go to a family, you can see at a glance the rice bowl lying on the kang near the pot table.
"When I saw my sister standing beside me in my sleep, I reached out and hugged a rice-paste jar." When the boys sang folk songs, they all thought of the rice-paste jar on their kang, which shows how important it is in people's lives!
The habit of eating sour rice for generations has made all the women here have good experience and skills in cooking sour rice. They put the rice-paste pot near the pot table, which is neither cold nor hot. The outside of the pot is wiped clean, and the foam in the rice-paste soup is removed at any time to avoid any pollution. At the same time, no matter how busy you are in business, don't forget to stir it with chopsticks in the rice-paste pot at half past noon and half after noon to keep the activity of the rice-paste soup and prevent it from going bad. There is a local saying that "if you want to know that a woman is diligent and lazy, look at her rice bowl first". How well the rice bowl is managed has become a sign to measure whether the hostess is diligent or not.
The sour rice cooked by women in my hometown is full, sour and sweet, pure in taste and free from any peculiar smell. They have a trick in making sour porridge, that is, when the rice is about to rot, they put the spoon head into the boiling porridge pot and stir it back and forth quickly, making a "beep beep beep" sound. Scoop the porridge into the basin and cover it for a while while it is hot. The sour rice made in this way tastes sharp and delicious, which makes people want to eat it.
eating sour rice can promote fluid production and quench thirst. At noon on a hot summer day, the people who came back from working in the hillside and ravine were thirsty and thirsty. After entering the door, I took out the remaining sour soup basin after the meal and "slurped" and drank half a basin of cool sour rice soup, which immediately eliminated my thirst and made me feel refreshed! Then go to the kang and eat two bowls of pickled rice and stewed cabbage with relish. After eating and drinking enough, wiping your mouth and wiping your sweat, you can lie down on the luggage behind you and touch your rounded belly. You feel indescribable comfort all over. This is a pleasure for the people in your hometown!
optimistic and open-minded folks
The hometown is sparsely populated and scattered, and the land is mostly in the ravine. People work alone in the ravine all day, and it is rare to see each other, which makes them feel lonely and bored. Perhaps it is for this reason that people are particularly cordial when they meet each other. They always make a few jokes and say a few jokes, and it takes a while to "scold" before they begin to talk seriously.
To outsiders, people here are particularly "monkey-like". Many farmers in that place like to speak in vivid language, and what they say is "literary". Most of them can't say the terminology in rhetoric at all, but they can use metaphor, personification and exaggeration freely. For example, he likes to poke fun at someone, regardless of his actual situation, he will take part in whatever others do, and someone will say, "You have to stick your leg in when you see someone burn someone to death!" . Once, two people were building a wall with stones. One of the wall took a stone handed over from under the wall and put it where it was to be built. He looked around and patted his thigh: "Hey, the man with a pot on his back married a pregnant wife, and he riveted and sewed!" Even some serious topics can be interesting from their mouths. Once everyone talked about the situation in the big pot rice period, saying that people were not in the mood to do a good job in the collective fields at that time and the harvest was not good. Someone said, "At that time, when grass was growing in the field, Vivi, the crop, only hid in the grass forest to rest in the shade, and didn't think about growing higher. How could there be a good harvest?"
Shuangshanliang is a poor mountain village with poor natural conditions, but the people there are still happy despite their sufferings, and maintain an optimistic and open-minded character. The land there is either in the ravine or on the hillside. In spring, the dung should be carried to the ground along the steep mountain road, and the cut crops should be carried back to the yard in autumn. Most of the grass to feed the animals has to be cut from the deep ditch and carried back. And fetch water from a ditch a few miles away. These are all hard jobs. I still shudder when I think of the bitter taste of carrying my back that summer: at noon when the sun was scorching the earth, I tied the cut grass with hemp rope, put the rope on my shoulders, and began to climb the hillside with a grass back weighing nearly 1 kilograms. Hemp rope is deeply pulled into the flesh, and I feel sore and sore. I was hot and tired, and the sweat on my head dripped to the ground. I really couldn't stand it. I wanted to have a rest, but I couldn't find a place to put my back because of the steep slope. I had to bend my waist to 9 degrees, bounce the grass back and catch my breath, and then start moving up the slope bit by bit. It's really miserable! But the villagers don't seem to care much about these. When I returned to the courtyard, I put the grass on my back, or put the pole on my shoulder. As soon as I got out of the gate, I "shook" a folk song and played jokes on everyone. Friends and relatives from other places often ask inexplicably: You have suffered so much all day, why don't you worry at all? "Sorrow can zha? That's the only condition here. No matter how hard and tired we are, we still have to live. If we keep worrying, won't we worry people to death? " The villagers answered this way.
This is the philosophy of life of people in my hometown. They don't sigh, but live happily. They try to have fun for themselves and go wherever they are prosperous.
the traffic in that area is inconvenient and the cultural life is extremely poor. It is rare for villagers to see a movie and a play all the year round. As long as someone in the village hears that a troupe has come to Wuziwan, Halazhai and other small towns 2 miles away, acting on Channel 2 or showing a movie, the news will spread all over the village immediately. On the evening of the performance day, the young wives and daughters in the village, even some small old men and women, went to bed.