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My god's place is home
The happy Spring Festival of the Year of the Tiger in the Lunar Calendar has passed, and the Lantern Festival for family reunion has also arrived, and the festive atmosphere is full of joy and does not want to disperse for a long time.
A cultural program celebrating the festival was being broadcast on the TV, and a comedian from Shaanxi Province spoke of his hometown with a face full of comfort and pride. The taste of his hometown is the memory he implanted in the bone marrow, and all he thinks about is the aroma of lamb steamed buns, the spicy of the pants belt noodles, and the sweetness of persimmon cakes, and he feels that this is the real delicacy of the world.
In addition to the delicacies that can only be eaten during the New Year in my hometown, such as soft noodle oil cake, oil cake mixed with sweet potato and white noodles, etc., it is also my soil yard soil house soil kang. Several earthen houses, surrounded by earthen walls more than a person high, became a courtyard. This is my home, my grandfather lives here, my grandfather's grandfather lives here, it is full of my childhood memories. When I was a child, I really looked forward to the New Year, and I could wear a warm new dress during the New Year, eat a few full meals with meat and white noodle steamed buns, and see the festive faces of adults who left their troubles behind. The family's pigsty has raised up to two pigs, and there are only a dozen chickens running in the yard, and my father still has to respectfully paste the banner "Six Animals Prosper" written on red paper on the pigsty built with brick blocks, looking forward to the next year's smooth wind and rain, abundant grain, and happy life.
There are two plaques hanging on the wall next to the stove, the left one reads "Heaven says good things", and the right one reads "Return to the palace and descend auspiciously", which is the place to pay homage to the "King of the Stove". Maybe it's because of the old age, or maybe it's because of the smoke and fire, the two brands are black and gray, and they need to be carefully identified to see the words on them. Offerings should be placed on the stove board directly opposite the plaque, and the dates, persimmon cakes, etc. should be placed on a washed small plate, and the two should be symmetrically arranged neatly. The incense burner was filled with sand, two incense sticks were inserted, and the burning incense heads were smoky, and the adults were sure that this was a letter to the "Stove King", and as for this "Stove King" who did not care about things, only God knew.
The portrait of the door god on the door of the hall is very eye-catching, on one side is Qin Qiong, on the other side is Wei Chi Jingde, the character in the portrait is fierce and vicious, standing angrily looking ahead, implying that the town house wards off evil spirits and prays for peace. These two men made meritorious contributions to helping Li Shimin fight the world in the early Tang Dynasty. To be very confused, why not post a portrait of the public relations master? His 84-kilogram Qinglong Weir Moon Knife alone could frighten the four little devils with weakness in their legs and trembling hearts.
Chinese New Year's Eve night, after dark, the burning of the "Wanghuo" by the branches of the cypress trees is the most popular among the children, find a vacant lot in the middle of the yard, pile the cypress branches and cotton firewood together, light the old height of the flames, and the cypress branches emit a unique grease fragrance after burning, coupled with the heat wave in the cold winter, tempting the children to jump around the fire and giggle, and the solemn and pious expressions of the adults who burn the "Wanghuo" festival and worship the ancestors do not seem to be contrary to the harmony at all.
On the beam of my grandmother's house, the basket hanging on it contained delicious food prepared before the Spring Festival, including twist flowers, hemp leaves, walnuts, dates, etc., which we took away and stole on the bench, and my mother pretended not to know and never said anything about us.
Every year before the Spring Festival, our family's soil kang is replaced with a new straw mat made of reeds, and sleeping on the new mat seems to be more steadfast and the dreams are sweeter. In fact, there is not so much truth, in childhood memories, home is a place where you are hungry and have food to eat, thirsty to have water to drink, and sleepy to sleep. Thick porcelain bowl earth stove, firewood door burrow I am at ease, this may be what people often say about human fireworks. In addition to people, trees, and smoke, this human fireworks should be a thing with a soul, an expression of human emotions and intentions. A piece of food, a scoop of drink, pure and natural, simple but not simple, poor, gas does not change, reach, ambition does not change, adhere to the integrity and ambition of being a person, appreciate the beauty of goodness, run to the sunshine road.
After growing up, in order to make a living, I ran through many places, slept in the shed, slept in the dormitory, slept in the city's hotel, slept the most or the new building and new home in a different place, no matter where I slept, I couldn't find the feeling of sleeping on the earth kang. After getting a little older, this feeling feels more and more obvious, savoring, thinking carefully, what difference can a place where you sleep upside down? Yes, there is a difference, and this difference can be summed up in the word "God", the invisible and untouchable thing that makes the mind peaceful.
My yard with clay kang is my sacred and inviolable home, and it is inhabited by relatives who take good care of me, and I can sleep on the kang to stretch my feet, I can sprinkle tricks, I can act arbitrarily, and I can show my nature without scruples. My God is safe, unrestrained, stress-free, and completely relaxed physically and mentally.
The suffering of begging for life can be disguised by open-mindedness. Let the soul calm down, ask us who live in a foreign country, to bury the dream home in the bottom of our hearts, is the pain may be a little bit of suffering.
The childhood that cannot be returned, the memories of the years that cannot be forgotten, in the deafening sound of firecrackers, like the old wine that opened the altar, the fragrance is overflowing in the air, and the thoughts are fluttering, and it seems to be getting stronger and stronger.
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