It's midsummer.
The sky was blue, blue like a girl's skirt; the clouds were white, white like the endless cotton piles of Xinjiang; the trees were emerald green, green like the halo on the heads of men in discordant families; the water was clear, and the mud and sand in the clear water were like naked without underwear.
It was at such a time that I returned from Wuhan to my hometown in Jincheng, Shanxi.
The high-speed rail is like a strong man, crisp and clean, speeding on the land of the Central Plains. The corn field next to the railway is as strong as gold, and the thousand autumns are happy. The Harmony carried the bustling crowd, carried me and my thoughts, carried my calmness, carried a kind of happiness.
There is no doubt that I am a very happy person.
You may ask: What is happiness?
Happiness is rich and powerful, with a house and a car, and everywhere you go, you are treated like a disabled person?
I don't think it's all.
I think that happiness is a thought in the heart, a colorful life, a friend with knowledge, and love for the elderly and the young.
You can express your love for ten minutes with delicacy and softness, you can not be less than a second; you can use twenty minutes of courage and fearlessness to achieve the road under your feet, you must not have more than one minute of looseness.
I was dumbfounded on the high-speed train. The cups and tea leaves on the window edges, quietly. When thinking about things, the time white colt passed through the gap, and suddenly the dark cave of the Taihang Mountain swallowed up the entire carriage, and a gust of wind roared. When the darkness completely disappeared, the old home of Jincheng was in front of us.
The sky was gloomy, like a child who had been criticized by his mother.
It had just rained and the road was wet.
My brother came to Gaoping East Station to pick me up, he drove Wuling Hongguang, the car was wide, and the breeze outside the window was poured in, mixed with the sweetness of the corn flowers in the field, refreshing the heart.
This is the hometown I miss in Wuhan!
Twenty minutes later, my brother and I were back home.
My mother's eyes, alive and glowing, looked quite good, said that I was hard, and quickly let me sit and rest.
I asked about my mother's illness.
The mother smiled, a little soft pity between her eyebrows, and said, just like that, don't get in the way.
My father went to work, my sister-in-law went to work, and my family was quiet.
As I talked to my mother, I saw the grapes on the red brick walls in the courtyard, the loveliness of the sturdy, the turquoise that was several times more beautiful than the finest agate stones.
I asked Chubby why he wasn't home.
Mother said that the bike ride went off.
My mother took out a pot of fried meatballs and steamed buns for me to eat, and hurried to scoop up a bowl of millet soup.
I said I'd go myself.
She had already waddled her legs and went to the kitchen.
I looked around the house, the black-and-white photographs of my grandparents on the red-lacquered tables striking and clear; the walls, waving at the leaders, smiling eternally; the stairs reaching up to the second floor, bright and clean; a few plates of fruit, apparently freshly washed.
I came out of the house and looked at the sky in the yard.
Everything in the house is so familiar. On the window slats were apricot kernels lying horizontally and vertically, compact in piles; several pots of flowers were in the corner of the yard, brand new by the rain; and a few swallows were parked on horizontal stripes, not moving.
It was overcast, as if it were going to rain.
Looking around, the history of my hometown comes to mind.
During the Spring and Autumn Period, Gaoping's name was The Heng Clan, and people who study the history of the Spring and Autumn Warring States know that when they hear this Character, they are the nobles of the Zhou Dynasty, yes! And it is an aristocrat related to ironmaking. Therefore, now Gaoping has Hyun's Street and Hyun's Casting Industry.
During the Warring States period, Gaoping belonged to the Jin state and was renamed Changping.
The zizhi tongjian begins with the famous three branches of jin. As the boss of the Jin Dynasty, Zhi Bo was arrogant, flying high, bullying, and humiliating Korea (Kangzi), Zhao (Jianzi), and Wei Guo. The State of Jin was finally divided into three families by Han Zhao and Wei, and became a typical representative of the unworthy position.
The three branches of the Jin Dynasty are a sign of entering the Warring States.
The Seven Heroes of the Warring States compete for supremacy. Gaoping belongs to relatively weak South Korea. The State of Qin had several consecutive Ming Emperors, and had the ambition to bow down to the world, gradually expanding eastward from Tianshui, Gansu. During the reign of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, Fan Ju, who had been recruited from the State of Wei and humiliated by Wei Ran's stupid fork in the latrine, was made chancellor.
Fan Ju put forward the famous strategy of "long-distance friendship and close attack" and defined the principles and strategies for the Qin state to unify the world.
Long-distance and close-range attack, in simple terms, is, an inch of land is an inch of land.
Korea, the closest to the State of Qin, was the first to be killed.
What about weak South Korea? Together!
The representative figure of Hezhong, Su Qin; the representative of Lian Heng, Zhang Yi. Fan Ju is an upgraded version of Zhang Yi.
Korea Sent 15 Cities to the Zhao Wuling King HuFu to ride and shoot the increasingly powerful Zhao Kingdom.
Zhao Guo has some objections! These 15 cities, can not want! If you want to provoke the Qin state, you will inevitably have a war with the Qin state.
At this time, Zhao Sheng, the Plain King of the Zhao Kingdom, stood up and advocated "don't be white."
Zhao Guo wanted these 15 cities, the largest brutal battle in history, which was about to be launched.
War name: Battle of Changping.
War address: Today's Gaoping.
At that time, Li Mu, one of the four famous generals of the Warring States, was still young. The Qin army was about to be oppressed, and Zhao Guo sent Lianpo to Gaoping to command 400,000 people to resist the Qin army.
Lian Po did not go to war, closed the door, defended the city, looked at the Qin army general Wang Gong, and did not move.
The Qin army was helpless.
Fan Ju stood up and ordered the rumor to be issued: Qin Jun was not afraid of any old bone shrunken-headed turtle Lianpo, and the only one who was afraid of Zhao Guo was only Zhao Kuo.
People who don't understand manage people who understand, and people who understand the pain, even in the modern business society, have been criticized by countless people.
Lian Po was replaced by King Zhao, and that was about the mood at that time!
Zhao Kuo,Zhao's son, the famous protagonist of the paper talk, was denied militarily by his father, who knew the righteousness of the king first, and was denied by his dear mother, but was alone affirmed by the lovely King Zhao, who was eager to succeed.
Comrade Zhao Kuo, who had obtained the command symbol of the 400,000 Zhao Army, made meritorious contributions and took the initiative to attack; the Qin State secretly changed generals, and Bai Qi, who was bullish and plus, ascended to the commander and adopted two strategies to turn zhao Kuo's group around.
First, pretend to retreat and lure the enemy deeper.
Second, cut off the Zhao army's grain route, and the Zhao army chaos itself.
As a result, everyone knows that in the Battle of Changping, in three years, the Zhao army was defeated miserably.
More than 400,000 people in the Zhao army were buried by Bai Qisheng and only more than 200 young soldiers were put back.
As for the Qin army, more than 200,000 people were killed and wounded, and it won a key victory in unifying the whole country, and since then, the powerful Zhao state has been in a slump.
In Gaoping, there is a famous dish: roasted tofu.
Old tofu is fragrant with bean flavor, fried in high heat, put in boiling water, grunted and boiled, salt, coriander, tofu residue, garlic paste, vinegar and other seasoning. Old people often carry burdens and sell in the streets.
The roar crisply endured more than two thousand years of cruelty and desolation: roasted tofu.~
The white roasted tofu symbolizes the helplessness of the Gaoping people who hate Bai Qi for brutally killing their ancestors.
I greedily breathed in the air after the rain in my hometown.
Dogtail Grass proudly settled on the top of the wall, watching the strange me; the village basketball court has long been a decoration, the parking lot during the day, the dance floor for square dancing at night, the sunbathing field in the autumn harvest season, and the happy place for children when the snow is overcast.
The tricycle lay lonely outside the gate, its steel cast body, and only a man with more steel would give it a brief resemblance to the jade in the busy season.
The leaves of the corn are really green, like the beautiful water of the Li River.
The female genitalia of corn are so soft, like the whiskers on the chin of a junior high school child.
The coal chip road is really dark, like a bat traveling in the night.
The village is really quiet, like the chalk century hundreds of millions of years ago.
The air smelled so sweet, like the beloved clothes of a beloved woman.
Every time I come back, I will stretch out my arms, close my eyes, and silently feel the feeling of my hometown holding me.
Even if I am in my thirties, even if I am as strong as an ox, even if I am crying inside, even if I am sad and happy, she will gush out endless peace and embrace me in all directions.
More than 20 years ago, Shanxi people still had a lot of sleeping kang.
Sleeping kang, indispensable bamboo mats, bamboo mats spread on the kang, and then spread thick mattresses, and then lay sheets.
Next to the kang is a coal fire, and there is a lot of dust.
When I was a child, I didn't sleep at night, climbed on the kang, climbed on the fire, burned a scar on my calf, and made me tall and white, and the pilot didn't do it.
On the second floor of the house, there is a room to store food.
Wheat, soybeans, peppercorns, millet, fertilizer bags are packed, standing straight, a dozen bags.
Looking out from the second floor, the vines cover the sky.
The green bricks and blue tiles of the neighbor's house curved to shade the sun, rain and frost.
I took a bag of new wheat from upstairs and wanted to grind white noodles to eat.
My mother said that without three days, the noodles could not be polished.
I laughed and said, I've been at home for more than three days.
I poured the wheat into a bamboo sieve, which was old and constantly coughing and panting.
The mother sat on the bench, and in the faint light of the dusk, she carefully picked up the rice in the wheat.
It is not easy to eat wheat-flavored flour.
Pick up the impurities in the wheat, pass the water, dry it, dry it again, and finally choose a magazine to be clean and clean before you can grind the surface.
At dusk, the sun came out.
While I was whispering to my mother in the yard, the sun came out, much fainter, but radiant on the earth.
The younger brother picked back a bag of wild peaches, washed them, took a bite, cleared and plump, and took another bite, and a small milky white bug was crooked in the ass.
The family grows a lot of vegetables and melons, and I can't finish eating them. The vegetable melon blossomed and bore fruit, tender green and old, my father picked it back and put it in the corner of the kitchen, which made me think of cultivation and harvesting.
Bathed in the sunset, I went for a walk in the village.
The village chief, with a big belly, walked from the house to the street, gold sprinkled all over his face, staring at me, and I called him uncle.
He didn't react for half a day.
I walked over and heard him say, Oh oh oh, whose eldest son, when did he come back?
I said, just came back.
Driving back?
High-speed rail.
rise.
In our village, in the northwest direction of Gaoping City, during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the militia in the village was very famous, and the Japanese army did not rush into our village.
A perennial river runs through the village. Along the river, there is a famous state farm in Gaoping City, with a thousand trees in thick shade and lush leaves, absorbing a lot of rainwater. Coal mining bypasses this place. Some people say that there is a large underground lake below, which was surveyed by the survey team that year.
When I was young, I had an idea to open a mineral water factory in the village.
The river was clear, riding over the stones, falling downstream at a drop of one meter, and the girls rode like roller coasters, making a surprised roar.
At each gate, there is a plaque.
The four words are mostly, quiet and far-reaching, thick virtue, indifferent Mingzhi, living and working in peace.
There are also three words, humble benefit, Tianxingjian.
At each doorstep, beans, eggplants, tomatoes, cucumbers are planted.
The vegetable melon is too capable of having children. Nest after nest, as long as it is given moisture, it will tirelessly repay its owner.
People, sometimes inferior to animals, are inferior to plants.
The sunset shines on the earth cliff, and the earth cliff is not shy, but shows that he has put on new clothes. The green on the top of its head, and the clothes on its body matched so much, like a delicate fashion wife.
Red bricks and red tiles, a wide yard, high walls, four big characters on the gate, a solar water heater overlooking the earth, and a row of climbing pole beans at the door.
This is a typical Shanxi house.
I walked out of the village and crossed the stone bridge, a yellow sand wall.
On the way to the ground, the potholes washed by the rain, above the yellow sand, the mandala flowers are blooming in the spring breeze.
The thorns produce small purple flowers, thorn nectar, date nectar, acacia honey, all of which are excellent honey.
However, it is not easy for beekeepers, mu wind and rain, the sky is north and south, and the heavens and the earth are the brigade.
The thick yellow sand brings a small amount of specific heat capacity to Shanxi, dry and hot during the day to open the air conditioner, cool cover quilt at night, the four seasons are distinct, cold and warm alternate.
Ash artemisia is watery, long and righteous; the mandala is in the sand, standing tall.
These plants, which are very common in Shanxi, have grown particularly distinctively this year.
Corn was planted in cement ponds, and haircut signs hung from jet-black moth-proof telephone poles.
Sour dates are really prosperous this year. Every small tree, the fruit is densely packed, in autumn, women will beat sour dates to sell money, a pound of 2-3 yuan.
The townspeople's dinner is always so casual, romantic and natural.
One bowl for each person, under the sky where the sunset is thickest, to the vegetable field where the evening breeze is the thinnest, to a vast place where you can meet and talk with your neighbors, to the music of the river.
I stared at the blue of the sky in my hometown, my eyes rubbing the brilliant sunset, watching them change from thick to light, and their hearts were particularly stable.
The sunset is a thousand miles, and tomorrow is a sunny day.
It was night, dinner, and talking to the family until after nine o'clock.
I came out of the house and enjoyed the quiet night of my hometown.
The sky is full of stars, the Milky Way is full of miles, and the night is like a night, and the street lamps illuminate the way forward. There was not a single car, not a single person, and the birds whose names were in the middle of the mountain, grunting and calling, lonely and distant.
The heart was completely quiet, closed his eyes, and his mind cleared the traces of his struggle in Wuhan, just enjoying this rare tranquility.
At night, I slept alone in my room, and mosquitoes flew in, trying to taste the blood of the city on my body.
When the refusal failed, he gave the mosquito a few bites.
Mosquitoes say, hum, sticky also.
Tossing and turning until late at night, waking up very early in the morning, coming out of the house, seeing a swallow under the eaves, thinking about the future.
The grapevines are wrapped around the red courtyard walls, shaded and in the same shape as the leaves.
The little swallow ran to the wire again, waiting for the hug of the person who loved it.
He and his brother drove Wuling Hongguang and went around the countryside.
Yesterday's sunset, today's clear sky, pulling coal truck domineering side leakage, a breath rushed through, acacia leaves trembling.
Shanxi No. 95 gasoline, a liter of 5.8 yuan, is really cheap, Wuhan is close to eight yuan.
Several sister-in-law employees at the gas station, dressed in uniforms darker than the sky, sat cross-legged on the ground and chatted when there was no business.
There is a vegetable field next to it, the beans are tender, I went to take pictures, and my sisters-in-law stared at me deadly, afraid that I would drag a few home to cook.
Green, is forsythia, the purchase price of a pound of 11 yuan.
The townspeople are all right, go to the mountains to pick, earn some pocket money, three or two hundred a day; but every year there are people who are bitten by snakes, a few of them, and some get lost in the mountains.
Making some money is not easy.
In Shanxi, it is rare to have such a large and empty land.
Eye-catching is an endless corn, under the sky propped up by high-voltage wires, holding up the chest of the stone. Last year, the price of corn was good, 1.3 yuan a catty, and many people made money selling corn.
With the falling price of pork this year, I am not optimistic about the price of corn.
I cook for home. Prepare to make cheek noodles.
My mother was not in good health and had cooked all her life. Last year I suddenly found out that my parents were getting old. Before I came back and rarely cooked, now I start cooking and letting my mother rest.
Carob potato vermicelli egg cheek noodles.
I was eating rice, and the sound of selling cold powder sounded outside the door, melodious and long: cold stuffed rice ~
Mung bean cold powder, accompanied by mustard, garlic paste, sesame oil and the like, 7 yuan a bowl, when I was a child, I loved to eat, now I eat it is not so delicious, I can't eat it after eating two bites.
In the afternoon, scoop up this year's new wheat and get ready to grind the noodles.
The fresh smell of the new wheat attracts me to the struggle to grind the noodles. Growing up from snack flour, the body is strong.
The whole family got busy together, dustpan, wheat, satchel, chatted by the way, quiet and peaceful, happy and harmonious, I have not seen such a scene for a long time.
Tired of the wheat, look at the turquoise grapes on the courtyard wall; thirsty, eat a piece of carmine watermelon.
The light afternoon time, in the summer refreshment, in the happiness of the mortar, in the quiet of the mood, slowly flowed away.
It is rare to return to my hometown at this time, and the appearance of my hometown is really too good! Lush green and vibrant, countless crops, like carpets, cover the high slopes of the loess with tight seams.
Stepping on the dirt road under my feet, thinking about the road I have traveled in the past thirty years, all kinds of luxurious roads, none of which have hurt my heart as much as this road.
The summer melons planted by my father, like the sows, are fierce and vigorous, and arrogant.
The children on summer vacation, riding bicycles to play, tired, sit on the ground of the basketball court and play poker.
I don't know whose children they are, and they don't know who I am.
In the evening, I went out to eat with my brother and went to a restaurant in the township.
Many meals are the characteristics of Gaoping, you see, like what sauerkraut dumplings, fried cakes, fried brine noodles, intestine soup, mustard soup, Sichuan soup, sauerkraut is not rotten soup, in addition to Gaoping, there is no other place.
I want to drink Sichuan soup.
The boss said that the river soup was gone.
I couldn't drink the intestine soup, so I ordered a mustard soup.
Add a vermicelli stir-fried cabbage, boiled meat slices, stir-fry knife to cut the noodles.
There are also two drinks, which cost a total of $67.
The millet of Gaoping Farmhouse is really delicious!
This time, I came back and saw that the millet showed off the spikes, and by September, the millet should be ripe, ground into a paste of pancakes, and full of holes and bread. And red bean peanut soybean boiled rice soup, Jincheng's favorite!
Boiled porridge, rich in rice oil, super nourishing stomach.
Grab a handful of rice, put it in the yard, watch the sparrows eat vigilantly, and take a look around.
Sparrows are not as elegant as swallows, swallows are humble, sparrows are eccentric.
With the neighbors, the boys in the village, they had a cold dish, mixed words, and drank a meal of wine.
Life is like this, life is lived by people, no matter what, you have a good original intention and a firm and warm belief, the flowers and trees around you will be beautiful because of you.
In this way, you will definitely get love and get beauty.
Complement each other, water to water.