#你农村老家在哪, is there anyone else in the village#
The old mansion in the hometown has partially collapsed in the past two years, and my father called to say that the village informed that the dangerous house must be demolished, and the old house that has been around for more than 30 years suddenly feels that time has flown by so much...
I can't help but think of the story of that year... Dad's family landlord was born, to the father's generation has fallen, should be the era of the landlord, do not know whether it is the aunt or the fourth uncle to take the lead, from Sichuan to the old far away to Xinjiang, and then the aunt married, the original into the power plant of the father and the fourth uncle to catch up with the policy of contract production to the household, the two gave up their jobs, at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains each led more than 20 acres of land to camp, that is the depth of the mountain, deep enough to see the Tianshan Mountains, the Western Han Dynasty in the western region of the famous cheshi ancient road should be on the side of the mountain, This place with a history of more than 2,000 years can only be described as far away, so far that every time I go back to the town where the hukou is located, I will question what my father and the fourth uncle thought, how they ran to such a far mountain, the key is to walk more than ten kilometers from the town to the village to the mountain...
After I was born, my father made adobe by himself, and built an adobe house brick by brick, and now I think about how powerful my father was back then. Although the impression of the old house only stayed until the age of four, it was still clear: the yard was a flat land on the slope, the slope was the village road, there was a stream along the village road, flowing with clear Tianshan snow water, the yard faced the Tianshan Mountains, looking at the mountains in the distance, I vaguely remembered the wow crying of the goat top in the yard, watching the eagle come to the hen to protect the chickens, watching the crows in the mountains meeting, the docile dogs have been playing with the yard... The house is built on the west side of the mountain, when I was a child, I climbed to the west slope to watch the plane fly by with white smoke, but this west side of the mountain is the pain of my mother's life, my mother is a very diligent person, thinking of digging a cellar on the gable wall, the result is that the soil collapsed and broke my mother's waist, and the young mother has since fallen into the problem of waist pain...
After my mother was injured, she was no longer suitable for farm work, so we moved our family to the city to join my aunt...
Since the family moved out at the age of four, I should have only returned to the old house twice, the last time should have been when I was in junior high school, and then every time I just went to the town to do things, I went back to the city, and I should have not gone back to see the old house for more than 20 years...
Suddenly felt a little regretful, every time I went to the town but felt that the village was far away, I hurried back on the grounds of tight time, I didn't want to go back to see the mountain and the old house, but now I miss it very much...
I always think, if my mother hadn't been injured, if we hadn't come out of the mountains... What kind of life will it be?
Stumbling from the westernmost point of the map to the east of the map... Like a dream...
Now I want to go back to that secluded mountain village...
Unfortunately, there are no photos of old houses and mountain villages... I can only try to find the memory
