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Putian Township News, July 2021 (Yiwen)
Childhood under the old tuggy house
□ Lin Xiulian
In the 1970s, I was born in Shanting Village, "Outside the Boundary" of Putian, a barren village where I ate sweet potato rice for most of the year.
As far as I can remember, the village is a pure tutted house, dilapidated and uneven, the outer wall of the tuttle house is coated with mud paddles with straw, the outermost layer of the better conditions is coated with a layer of white ash, and the roof is covered with tiles. What worries my father the most is that when the typhoon comes, sometimes the fierce typhoon lifts the tiles on the roof, the rain will pour down from the roof, and the house will become a river, so the whole family is in a mess, take a basin and a bucket to receive water, and scoop the water on the ground outside the door... Father has also been thinking about one thing, when the hand is wide, covered with five compartments, after ah, the typhoon and rain are not afraid, that is the father's most solemn heart at that time. Father is also a very responsible grandfather for the family, he always has some straw, canvas, plastic sheet, on the eve of the typhoon, he moved out of the bamboo ladder, climbed on the roof, laid straw, covered with canvas or plastic sheet, and then pressed stones to prevent the tiles from being lifted. Holding the bamboo ladder on the ground, I looked at my father's body in the cold wind, and thought to myself, my father was so bold that he climbed onto the roof. My father's thin body topped up a tile and a warm home.
The old house was repaired at the end of the year, and it was mottled, and some of the mud on the walls fell off, exposing the lattices, and the wind outside blew in through the gaps between the lattices. Countless times, I fell asleep to the sound of the wind "whirring", and in the dream I put on a beautiful dress and shoes, and when I woke up, I found that my sister had found some rags to plug the gap between the boxes. From time to time, I was woken up by the sound of "drip-click-click", which was the sound of raindrops leaking from the roof into the basins, and several basins and buckets on the floor were taking in the rainwater leaking from the roof. It turned out that it was raining again in the middle of the night, and the sisters had already gotten up early to get water. Father looked up and saw the raindrops leaking down the roof and sighed deeply. "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow", young me, in the sound of "dripping and dripping" rain, but I wonder, after a rain, those buds behind the house should not fully bloom?
The back of the old house is full of flowers and grasses, butterflies dancing, frogs intermittently, fireflies flying... These are the colorful playgrounds of my childhood with my friends. I often pick some flowers with my friends behind the house to take home, and insert them into the gaps between the tiles on the wall, so that the dappled and fallen walls are instantly colorful. Sometimes, after picking the flowers behind their houses, we run to the back of other people's houses to pick them, and the big aunts and aunts in the village see it, and they all laugh and look, look, these "little flower women"! But once my partner Xia mysteriously told me that when she heard her brother say that she had planted flowers on the walls of the house, the snake smelled the fragrance and would sneak in through the crack in the door, and a cobra from a certain family in the next village sneaked into the house in the middle of the night and hid under the bed. I was frightened, kasumi was also frightened, and from then on, we never dared to insert flowers into the walls of the house again.
Old house chengtou, there are often frogs and toads jumping around, childhood I was very hated them, always feel that they look the same ugly, even once, I picked up chopsticks just to put food in the mouth, a leper toad "pounced" a jump on the table, tiger staring at me, I got goosebumps all over my body, threw away chopsticks, all day no appetite. At that time, I would often have a fever, and when I had a fever and my teeth were "creaking", my father would go to the grass behind the old house and catch a toad and put it on my navel to reduce the fever. The toad lay quietly on my navel, I only felt a chill, and a wet towel was covered on my forehead, and before long, the fever receded. My mother grabbed a handful of rice noodles and threw them into a large pot of boiling sweet potato rice, took advantage of the piping hot sweet potato soup to cook the rice noodles, fished it up and put it in a bowl, filled it with half a bowl of slightly sweet sweet potato soup, drizzled with a few drops of peanut oil and soy sauce, which was to add some nutrition to my initial illness.
Listening to my sisters, I sometimes burn to 39.5 ° C, and I will say nonsense that no one can understand. I don't know exactly what I said when I had a high fever, but I still remember the feeling at the time: I was lying in the innermost room of the old Tuge house, confused, the wind was "whistling" in my ears, a wave of heat surrounded me, I kept flipping and fighting in the air, flipping and fighting... Years later, I talked about this with my sister, who said that it burned to 39.5 ° C, no wonder you feel a heat wave surrounding you. At that time, living in poverty and backward medical services in rural areas, adults would always come up with various local methods to treat children.
At that time, every household had to raise some livestock to subsidize the family, and the industrious sister also raised several chickens and ducks, fed them every day, and let them out of the cage, and the old house, in the grass behind the house, in the corner of the wall, on the mound, was the vast world where they spread joy. Among them, the big rooster with black and white feathers, especially agile, often "whizzed" into the grass at once, and the sharp mouth has been nagged by a worm, and it is also the loudest in the early morning every day. Once, my finger was cut by a knife, and it was time to remove the tape after a few days of bandaging with medical tape, but I was afraid of pain, so the tape was half removed and I didn't dare to remove it again, and my fingers held up half of the tape that was still hanging down and half wrapped around the fingers and sat on the stone block of the head. The big rooster on the mound was holding a neck crown and staring at me curiously, and after a while, the big rooster suddenly pounced on me, and I "ah" a sound, feeling that the fingers seemed to make the mosquito bite, and at a glance, the tape on the fingers made the big rooster mouth pull down. My sister heard the noise, came out to take a look, and smiled so hard that she couldn't stand up straight. I was suddenly enraged, grabbed a stone on the ground, and slammed it into the big rooster. The big rooster "clucked" a few times, flapped its wings a few times, and ran into the grass behind the house.
In my childhood under the old tuge house, there was the sound of rain "dripping and dripping", there were flowers inserted in the gaps between the tuges, there were cold and cold toads, and there were big roosters that pounced on me... Why did the toad so obediently lie on my navel, it sucked the heat from me, would it get sick? The snake smells the flowers and really crawls into the house... With those questions, I grew up slowly. Nowadays, looking around, the entire Shanting Village reinforced concrete structure of buildings, bungalows and villas have risen from the ground, and the old Tuge houses have disappeared into the depths of time. I also went to see the old house, where a relative had built a three-story building on it, and there were some sparse flowers and grasses behind the house, but I didn't know if there were still toads?
When the years opened up the distance from childhood, all the bits and pieces of the past became a kind of inexhaustible warmth.
Jinjiang Four Seasons
□ Chen Jiaying
It is a town surrounded by streams, a city made of water. Jiangkou, an ancient name port, is known as the "famous hometown of overseas Chinese", because of the water around the mountains, such as splendid pictures, elegantly called "Jinjiang".
Jiangkou, my hometown, where I was born and grew up in Zi.
A trip of landscape and water for a year, the four seasons of Jiangkou, picturesque, many literati and inkers stop to lift their pens. And I also have my own understanding of the four seasons in my hometown.
"Looking at the Jinjiang River into the picture, the blue mountains spring color Saigu Su". The mouth of the river in spring, the gentle wind and chang, the thousand-year-old ancient Pi, the full stream and the blue rise, a beautiful picture of "Spring Color of the Jinjiang River".
A stream flows through several villages, and the babbling garlic water Hagi Creek gently awakens all things and brings spring colors all over the wilderness. The internet red tourist spot "Dongyuan Qiao Village" in the countryside is crowded with people and shoulders, and it is a good rural revitalization atmosphere full of spring.
"The sun is shining with thousands of mountains and grasses, and the sea towns are extremely eye-catching and less cooking smoke", in the blink of an eye, spring is full of mountains; suddenly summer, rain falls into flowers. You can feel the smell of the wind change, the hue of the morning changes, the rain also begins to have a strange charm, suddenly thunder bursts, suddenly rainbow rain, standing on the Xilai Temple overlooking the river mouth, thin clouds hidden between the green mountains and green water, and moist and long, clear and quiet, sweeping away the sweltering heat of the summer, like a light landscape ink painting.
The wind rose overnight, adding a bit of autumn feeling. The autumn of the eguchi is flat and full of rhymes.
Sit down on a clean stone by the side of the creek, and the intoxicating hagi water around you will slowly flow through, clean and clear. The breeze blows, bringing coolness, and the "Preparation Bridge" in the distance, which has been weathered by wind and frost and has the smell of gun smoke, is still standing, and the traffic is busy, becoming a symbol of nostalgia for the people of Jiangkou.
Autumn always brings people a faint sentimentality and desolation, "when the double rainbow shadow falls across the river, there are guests who are sad to leave." And appreciate the hometown flavor is good, hagi flowers autumn rain fish fat. "The Jiangkou written by the Qing Dynasty Poet Song Tingzhuo is beautiful and beautiful, and today's Jiangkou has a different flavor.
When the frost falls, the morning light passes through the sleeping town, the wings of early winter dance, and the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, like a distant song...
The cold wind is getting tighter, winter is coming, but the hearts of the people of Jiangkou are warm. Jiangkou is a famous hometown of overseas Chinese, the number of people living overseas is as large as the permanent population, and most of the tourists who have crossed the sea during traditional festivals and seas choose to return to their hometowns and relatives. From this, the winter in Jiangkou is the most lively season, and the elderly in Jiangkou especially like winter, because it means a rare reunion for the family.
In the winter in the south, there is no snow, the water surface is not frozen, and the water of HagiLu Creek is still flowing to the mouth of the sea, witnessing the sorrow and joy of the Jiangkou people, listening to the joys and sorrows of the Jiangkou people, this scene is also the most humane season of the Winter Jiangkou.
Throughout the year, Jiangkou is changing, changing is the appearance; Jiangkou is unchanged, and what remains unchanged is the spiritual rhyme. One side of the water and soil to support one person, one side of the pregnant party feelings.
This is my hometown, whether it is far away from home, or a city that is close at hand. The mountain, the water, the man, the four seasons, never went far...
(The images in this edition are from this newspaper's database.) ）
Editor| Guan Lin, Editor| Lin Yixia
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