The taste of the year in my memory is treasured in the Spring Festival in the courtyard of my hometown.
In Zibo, Shandong, the former capital of the State of Qi, there is a place called "Hong Wu". "Hongwu" is a dormitory area for the families of employees in the Hongshan Coal Mine of the Zibo Mining Bureau. This is the cradle of my upbringing and my second home.
In 1957, when I was two years old, we moved from our hometown to the Hongwu dormitory. In 1967, the living area of our family was expanded to two households, more than 40 square meters. In the mid-1970s, we built a small courtyard with a mud wall. Subsequently, after three reconstructions, the mine concentrated on the unified renovation and renovation of the family dormitory, the courtyard was converted into a gangue brick wall, and the area of the courtyard was expanded to more than 50 square meters.
The courtyard is the composition of the home, the small world of the home. The spring and autumn in my small courtyard and the blossoming and falling of flowers not only nourish our growth, but also pin our old feelings. Under the care of his father, the small courtyard built fish ponds, flower cellars, trellises, chicken nests, and all kinds of flowers and grass bonsai, which filled the courtyard with vitality. In particular, for the childhood of grandchildren, it adds endless fun to being close to nature.
Every Spring Festival, the reunion and festive atmosphere of my family's small courtyard and three generations of more than a dozen people in the extended family will fill the courtyard. What I remember and miss the most is the New Year's flavor of my family writing the Spring Festival and pasting the Spring Festival.
The living area of Hongwu Dormitory is not like every household in the countryside is posted with Spring Festival. Since the 1990s, our family has only begun to post the Spring Festival.
My small courtyard, two-unit structure, there are five facades, to paste five Spring League. Chinese New Year's Eve afternoon, writing and pasting the Spring Festival has become the most grand and fixed program in my family. My father and my brother can write with all four strokes, and the eldest brother is a master. In the process of writing and pasting, the concubines pointed out their hands and feet on the side, and also ran before and after the fight. Children watch and listen to the dispatch at any time. My mother always contracted the job of beating paste.
We sometimes improvise the content of the Spring Festival; sometimes let the children copy the couplets pasted by their neighbors; sometimes we use the fashionable New Year League. One year, I wrote a painting of "People meet happily from the east, west, south and north, and their families live in peace in spring, summer, autumn and winter." "Repeated for years. Once, the simple small south room in the courtyard was paired. I pondered the upper link: "Room ugly literary love student", the eldest brother to the bottom link: "Home cold spring intention". Unable to remember the corresponding, the old father casually said: "The matter is man-made!" ”。 We were suddenly shocked, and this couplet, which was made up, really matched our family situation and life very much.
Children will also write brush words, and they are also eager to try. Helplessly, the writing is crooked. I asked the four of them to write a word each and form a horizontal link. Don't care about words, have fun, and set off the festivities. Unfortunately, no photos were taken, and the children watched the scene of the eldest brother writing the couplet, and the younger brother captured it as a photographic work, and was also selected to participate in the "Ancient City New Year" film festival held by the local photography association.
The old father was not a cultural man, and only attended private schools and workers' night schools for a few years. People have only begun to learn brush characters after a rare age. Several couplets that he often practiced were: "People are always present in the spring, and home and happiness come." "A harmonious family is blessed, and the word peace is worth thousands of dollars." "The mountains and rivers are beautiful and beautiful, and there are many happy events in the life expectancy." Later, I often thought that my father practiced words, but in fact, it was a lament for the years and a sustenance for his children.
The last Spring Festival before my father's death, I had been practicing several couplets for more than half a year, and I wanted to write a few more couplets during the Spring Festival, as in previous years, to give the neighbors stickers and show them. As a result, he was bedridden before and after the festival, and he had no interest in writing, and he could not write.
In 2000, my father left us. In 2005, we took my mother away and left the Hongwu dormitory, saying goodbye to the small courtyard of my hometown where I had lived for nearly half a century.
In 2007, my eldest brother died young and left us.
Since then, the reunion of the once big family and the new year flavor in the spring league of the small courtyard of the hometown can only be treasured in the depths of our years.
My Hometown Courtyard (filmed in 2004)
The eldest brother wrote the Spring Festival, and the children watched.
I posted the Spring Festival League with my eldest brother
The old father was writing the Spring League
The old father's legacy
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