Chen Shuling is a screenwriter, director and first-class actor. Workers and students are also students, and Tsing Yi lao Dan is good at it. He has published books and CDs of "Plugged Phoenix • Qin Cavity Singing Passage Collection", "Plugged Phoenix • A gong cavity singing collection", "Plugged Phoenix • Opera Collection" and literature/opera works collection "Imprint" books, CDs, etc., created Qin Cavity Modern Drama "Mountain Flower" Radio Drama "Expedition", "War Epidemic Fighter", Shaanxi Anti-epidemic Sitcom "The Light of Life" Drama "I Want to Go to Peking University" Qin Cavity "Hamlet", etc., 2019 Shaanxi Provincial Grassroots Literary and Art Academy Troupe Drama Screenwriting Seminar Students, 2020 Shaanxi Provincial Grassroots Literary and Art Academy Troupe Drama Director Training Class Students. He is currently the vice president of the Shaanxi Qin Cavity Art Research Association, the vice president of the Shaanxi Ancient Music Culture Research Institute, and the executive director of the Shaanxi News Calligraphers and Painters Association.
Leisurely nostalgia
——Chen Shuling's prose seven chapters
(a) Taste of childhood with old almond trees
It's been thirty years since I left my hometown. More than thirty years, how long and intriguing. In my dreams, I often go back to my hometown, and I often dream of those old almond trees in front of and behind the houses in my hometown, and when it comes to the wheat harvest season, I will think of the taste of my hometown...
When people stand by and go straight to the destiny of heaven, they will inevitably feel sentimental, always miss their hometown in the middle of the night, and often miss the taste of childhood, which is a hazy melancholy, but there is always a little bit of happiness.
At the end of a busy day's work, always have to flip through your phone and see the world on WeChat. A message from yesterday jumped into view, it was a message from dad, dad and mom learned to use smartphones with my encouragement. Rural elderly people in their seventies can use smart phones, if they don't have a certain belief in their hearts,
It was hard, mom and dad were purely there to see his children. I clicked on the message, and a familiar voice lingered in my ears: "Ju Ping'er (my breast name), I haven't seen you in two days, are you okay?" Your mom and I miss you! The phrase "I miss you" is such a simple expression that my thoughts run wild like a flood.
The rain outside the window is pouring, the rain in my hometown is also like this, when I was a child, I liked to climb on the kang to listen to the rain outside, my parents tried their best to put everything that could hold water under the eaves, and then the eaves water would fall in the bucket, the basin, playing the symphony, listening to such a special symphony sound to sleep is particularly sweet, only heard in sleep: "Ju Ping'er, hurry up to eat," such a kind and warm voice will never change...
After the spring rains, the land in my hometown begins to turn green, which is a kind of green that looks blue from a distance but does not have it. The mountain fields of my hometown are full of small flowers, one by one, which are particularly eye-catching. The primary school in my hometown is not far from my home, there are 100 meters, every morning after two classes, I can smell the smell of cooking smoke, then my heart will fly home, thinking of my mother making all kinds of delicious food, just looking forward to the bell at the end of the class. On the way home from school, you will enjoy the beautiful appearance of a variety of nameless flowers. The old almond trees in front of the house and behind the house have already formed buds, and suddenly one night, when I opened the door, the white flowers were all blooming, the apricot blossoms were scrambling to bloom overnight, if you don't sleep, you will definitely hear the sound of flowers blooming.
Speaking of old almond trees, there are many apricot trees around my house, every spring, my family will be surrounded by a sea of flowers, like a fairyland, walking in the sea of apricot blossoms, a gust of wind blows, gusts of petals fall with the wind, like apricot blossom rain. As a child, I danced under the tree, and every time I could meet the applause of my parents, brothers and sisters. The largest almond tree is the old almond tree in the courtyard. From the time I can remember, I often listened to my mother tell the story of the old almond tree.
My hometown of Jingning, Gansu, is in Longzhong, at the mouth of Longshan Mountain, and the situation is dangerous. The stakes of tranquility in this place are high, hence the name of jing. More than a hundred years ago, my grandfather fled here to escape the rebellion during the Tongzhi period, and worked long-term work for a rich family under the Red Mountain. On weekdays, I climbed over the mountains to look for prey, and one day I found this lush and fertile land behind the mountain, the water in the mountains was babbling, and the birds were singing, so they dug their burrows and lived, opened fields to cultivate, planted trees all over the forest, and the fruit trees should be more than apricot trees. Grandfather and brothers were all invited to live here, from one household to three, five, ten, twenty, year after year, now the village is a hundred large villages, but the name of the village is still called "Chen Xiu Village" (the beautiful land opened by the Chen family!). ）。 With the passage of time, the only thing that can be found now is the few hundred-year-old trees, and the old apricot tree in the courtyard is of course also left by the ancestors. Listening to my mother, in those years of living by earning work, this old almond tree saved the lives of more than a dozen people of all sizes.
Before the summer harvest, it is the most difficult day for the people in the countryside, and there is no food in the village. At this time, the apricot trees in the courtyard were full of large apricots, and the whole family relied on apricots to support their lives, and occasionally there was a surplus, and in that era of cutting the tail of capitalism, my mother would secretly pick apricots to the market outside the mountain at dawn to exchange for some food and other necessities to fill the family.
I like to eat apricots when I was young, and I have eaten all kinds of experiences, but all apricots, when I look at them, I know that they are sweet and sour, and I know that the kernel (hu) is sweet or bitter, and even know that it is a sticky core from the core. To this day, every time the wheat is yellow, I will drive to the apricot blossom valley in the east of the city, looking for the taste of childhood, and when I see the villagers there, I will eat from the first apricot to the last apricot.
When I was a child, I would eat apricots as rice and eat them every day. As far back as I can remember, there was an orchard behind my house, and there were all kinds of fruit trees in the orchard, peaches, plums, cherries, pears, walnuts, etc. As soon as the fruit was ripe, I began to eat fruit without thinking about tea and rice. When I grew up, I always loved to patronize the fruit shop, and everyone would proudly say that I grew up eating fruit. Hey! Isn't it sound like life is very luxurious and rich. I remember that the tuition fees of our five sisters went to school were sold from the bamboo baskets woven by my father, and the rest were provided for our schooling by the cost of selling fruits.
(ii) Optimistic mom and dad's craftsmanship
In my memory, my parents were always optimistic and positive, and after a day of hard work, my parents were exhausted, but I could always hear my mother's hearty laughter and my father's humming song. Of course, when it comes to songs, my mother's songs are the best to sing, and whenever I finish dinner, I pick up the needlework in my hand, and the beautiful songs will be sung. My mother was born beautiful and sweet, and I thought that now, maybe I would be on the CCTV Avenue of Stars and become a singer. My parents' down-to-earth, diligent, positive, sunny attitude has affected my whole life, and my sons and daughters have also chatted with me many times, saying that I am happy, saying that what infected me with both of them was related to the education of my grandmother and grandfather when I was a child.
Dad is a well-known pedestrian in the township, can weave bamboo baskets, carpentry, high and low cabinets, chairs, Kang tables and other large and small furniture in the home, are made by Dad himself. Dad was the oldest and youngest in the family, and in the eyes of grandpa, the craftsmen were always superior, so he was influenced by his grandfather and learned the carpentry craft. I think that in those days, carpenters were very important craftsmen in the countryside, and the furniture for the children in the family to marry and the coffin wood to be used by the old man when he died were all done by the carpenters. Even the construction of a house is inseparable from carpentry, in addition to the final doors and windows, in the construction of the carpenter to assist the girder, commonly known as the suite. When the house is beamed, the beam is to be put on,
Large horizontal wood and vertical wood are set together. Dad was a red "big carpenter" in his hometown of Ten Mile Eight Villages in those years, equivalent to the current high-level technical workers, that is, when the production team worked collectively in that year, he earned more work than others. Whenever the village wanted to collect wheat to fight the field, Dad repaired the farm tools at the behest of the captain, and the village's rack carts, wooden forks, and wooden shovels, all the farm tools had to be picked up by Dad's hand, in case the farmers were busy grabbing the wheat dragon's mouth and grabbing food.
Years later, listening to my mother, my father cleaned up the farm tools alone, the technology was good, the cleaning was fast, and the time was squeezed out
You can also sleep beautifully and rest for half a day!
(3) The path of the hometown
Everything in my hometown is so kind and charming in my mind, even the path of my hometown is a beautiful picture in my heart.
For so many years, I have been running through the streets and alleys of the city, often stopping between high-rise buildings. But what I can't forget in my heart is the country road in my hometown that once carried my dreams and was stained with dirt, and that path was winding, like cooking smoke in the breeze, thin and long, dreamlike, and leisurely.
When I was a child, I remembered that this road had no end, often waiting for my parents on the side of the road at the entrance of the village, watching them return from the mountain along the path, and I curled up on the side of the road to collect those inconspicuous little flowers, they were like stars, blue, white, and pink, and the green grass was carpeted like a carpet. At that time, my mother was young and beautiful, with a straight figure, always with a smile on her face, and my mother was a very easy-going person in the village, always tolerant of things, never loudly theorizing and calculating with people, and such a character was also inherited to me. In those years, the crops of the agricultural cooperatives were grown by hand, and the degree of mechanization was almost zero. Spring is the season of fertilizing the fields, and at this time, the labor force in the village (people with the ability to work in each family) is not divided into men, women and children, each person carries a flat shoulder to the mountain, fertilizes the terraces, and the people on the winding paths are densely packed back and forth like ants nesting back and forth to the fields. According to the number of work points selected, the corresponding work points will be recorded, and by the end of the year, how much work will be divided into grain. Our family has many sisters, more mouths to eat, and fewer laborers to work. Mom and Dad can only walk faster, have to run a few more trips than others to earn more work to feed us, and from time to time they will be coldly looked at by the production captain. Once, the person who kept the score of work gave his mother the number of trips, the reason was: everyone is five times, you can't run six times. Mom repeatedly stressed that her legs were long and fast, and the work points did not pay any attention to mom's arguments. The wronged mother can only sprinkle her anger on her father, Dad
In addition to comforting Dad, the kind of them can only swallow their anger. Soon, the slightly flatter farmland at the bottom of the mountain can be used to pull dung by rack cart, and a rack car in groups of three people can be used. As the saying goes, if a worker wants to do good, he must first use it. Dad is a carpenter, will repair the rack car, the mother's group of the shelf car is very sharp, pull up extremely brisk, the last time to pick up the dung to the mother to record the work of the small cadres at this time in the eyes of the anxious, there is no way to be anxious.
As the sun sets, dogtails sway with their furry tails swaying in the wind, and morning glory flowers hold high purple trumpets and blow triumphant songs. This time Mom's group was nearly double that of them. It's over! Dad's carriage pulled Mom back from the path, amused all the way, a string of melodious songs and laughter to dispel the fatigue of the day.
Walking on the country road, you can pull a piece of grass in your mouth at will, chew it gently, the fresh smell of grass remains between your lips and teeth, and a few butterflies dance in the grass, chasing the flowers that fly into the distance.
I climbed up the hill along the path, melted into this nature, lay in his arms, looked at the clouds in the sky, the sky above the village, the cooking smoke rose again, and the fiery red sunset had already led the skirt horn to appear gorgeously. I wonder if all this unpolished primitiveness and simplicity is exactly what we seek in our lives? My soul felt a tranquility that had never been felt before. My dad, too, rode me out of the mountain on this path on his bicycle and let me put on my wings to fly.
The other day when I went home, most of the roads to my hometown have been hardened by cement, but the country road full of childhood memories is still there, but no one has gone to walk, a desert, overgrown, looking at this path that once left the memories of my parents' youth, I stood for a long time, and in the distance seemed to float the laughter of my parents and mothers, and the cheerful laughter of my mother echoed over the village for a long time.
(4) My hometown drama
The fathers and fellow villagers in the hometown have an indissoluble relationship with the drama, and when it comes to the drama, the hometown people have a special preference. In my hometown, there is a tradition of singing opera every New Year's Festival. I don't know when the tradition of singing began, but since I can remember, there has been a custom of singing in the village for the New Year. Sitting on the hillside, looking at the green mountains and countryside, the distant horn floated on the hometown drama full of hometown sounds, I heard the hometown drama, and my heart was full of mixed feelings.
The stage of the hometown is an earthen platform, and below it is a wide flat land of thousands of square meters, which can accommodate thousands of people in the entire neighboring eight villages to listen to the play. Grandma and grandpa love drama, affecting the two uncles will also pull the board hu, the aunt can also sing, the mother naturally fell in love with the drama. Playing little mother always likes to tell me the stories inside and outside the play, and I learned a lot of the principles of being a person from the play. At that time, if someone in the village sang well, the reputation of the eight townships would be greatly shaken, and if they could sing famous again, it would become a topic of discussion among the villagers. Especially for elderly people, when there is nothing to do in the agricultural leisure season, they get together to discuss this and that comment. In this way, it subtly affected me, and affected generations of people who loved to sing. As long as the gong and drum sound, men, women, young and old will flock to the stage. Behind the front desk, it is crowded, and sometimes people who come late will climb the tree, on the branches, on the wheat stacks and even on the eaves of the wall of the neighbor's house, and there are all kinds of sitting postures.
The hometown appearance that makes Chen Shuling's soul haunt
At that time, no matter where the play came from, the scene would be full, in order to occupy a favorable position, they would go there early to occupy the position, and some people did not have time to bring a bench, they would draw a big circle on the theater, like a circle, to circle themselves a place. Of course, these all work before the play starts, once the play is about to start, it can't care so much, directly someone squeezed into the circle, which will inevitably cause a quarrel or dispute, but as soon as the play opens, it will immediately subside, and the charm of the play will firmly grasp everyone's nerves.
People in the hometown also because of singing, the interpersonal relationship is closer, the neighbors and neighbors are more in contact, distant relatives hear that there is a play, will also inquire around to visit and ask for a night, in order to be able to watch more of a play, some people simply carry letters in advance, the seven aunts and eight aunts are invited, like the big Year's events, by watching the drama to tell the old feelings. In fact, it doesn't matter what is staged on the stage, what is important is that the singing gives everyone a reason to party. Maybe I planted the seed of "drama" in my heart at that time, and then I learned drama, sang from the village to the town, from the town to the county, and later from the county to the provincial city, sang to the professional troupe of the provincial city, and sang the protagonist in the professional theater troupe in the provincial city. Naturally, this has naturally become the pride of mom and dad, and Murakami will find mom and dad every time he sings, and let Kikuhei (my nickname) who invited them to come home and sing it again. Seriously, there are not many times when I sing for my hometown fathers and fellow countrymen.
In the year when the new stage in the town was completed, the town party secretary asked for my phone number from my parents and officially sent me an invitation, and that time, I sang on the stage in my hometown. The town began to warm up the publicity half a month in advance, I once went to the junior high school to get the news of my return to my hometown, but also let the former teacher send an invitation, let me go back to my alma mater to see, after all, from the mountains can come out of a play to the provincial city actor is also a local celebrity, coupled with the radio, television, self-media publicity over the years, let me return to my hometown, and really experience a feeling of being surrounded by water as a star. The happiest and proudest are mom and dad and brothers and sisters. Mom had already invited their small and friends, called me early, dingda brought more of my albums, said that she had promised to give Zhang Jia Aunt, Uncle Li, and Dad was nagging behind her mother's ass, not daring to forget the Yang family, not daring to offend the Liu family. From time to time, my mother glanced at my father happily, and my father immediately closed his mouth like a child, hiding aside to listen to his mother's arrangement.
That day's activities were full of arrangements, not even the opportunity to say a word to my parents, until it was very late in the evening I quietly returned to my parents, my mother could not wait to bring me a bowl of sweet sauce, I smelled the sweet taste of this sour, my thoughts were suddenly brought to many years ago, the taste of happiness was long and leisurely. "Kikuhei, eat quickly." Your mother has done a good job for you early, and today she will bring you to the stage! Dad's words pulled my mind back.
That night, my parents and I slept on a kang, and I had a sweet dream, and that dream was so long.
(5) The day of learning the art of carrying grain
I left home early to go to the drama school to learn drama, and my mother was looking forward to me coming home every week and making me a lot of good food early. At that time, I was growing up, as soon as I came home, I always couldn't eat enough, a wolf,My mother was always chanting on the side, and I Ju Ping'er was hungry at school! Whenever she wanted to send me away, my mother put a lot of large bottles and small bottles, large bags and small bags. When I pretended, I kept talking about how to eat this and how to put it, I was afraid that I would not store it and would not eat it.
The most memorable thing is the sweet pickle of my hometown. Sweet pickle is a snack in the hometown, the main raw material is the quinoa and barley grains, fermented. Hometown people have the habit of making sweet sauce every time they celebrate the festival, especially in the Dragon Boat Festival, and their mother must do it. In the hot afternoon, when you wake up, there will always be a bowl of sweet sauce made by your mother on the table, and you will drink a mouthful of sweet and refreshing happiness. After growing up, every May five mothers have to do some in the refrigerator, always waiting for the children to come home, the mother is always looking forward to waiting in disappointment again and again, from May 5 to August 15, Sweet Sauce made stubble after stubble, either this did not come, or that there was something, always put the children together.
When it comes to making sweet sauce, the process is quite complicated, and the process is the precipitation of the days, which is fermented with years. This fermented taste is a culture, a kind of inheritance, passed down from generation to generation, not arrogant, not impatient, not hurried, not slow, worthy of our careful consideration. Eating sweet sauce is for the family to taste together, not exclusively. I was holding this bowl of sweet sauce, and I saw a little me in the sweet sauce.
My opera school where I was studying art was thirty or forty miles away from home, and I had to climb the mountain to get to the main road, and I followed my father, who hunched over and pushed the bicycle to me, the car was full of cloth bags, and half a bag of flour was carried behind it, and it moved step by step to the top of the mountain.
In the spring, every time he reached the top of the mountain, Dad would stop and rest, look at the sky and breathe a sigh of relief, and look at the mountain outside the mountain. Kikuhei, study hard and you will be able to see the world outside the mountains.
In the summer, Dad braved the scorching sun, and the sweat on his back flowed down the wet sweat jacket to the waistband of his pants.
The waistband of the pants will be soaked with a large patch.
In winter, ice and snow often seal the mountains, and Dad can only take a shovel to shovel the roadside to walk forward, and we need to climb the mountain for most of the time.
What I will never forget is that rainy autumn, I came home to carry food, from my heels into the door, God is like a leak, has not stopped. Three days later, I still couldn't get up, and when I came back, the drama school was ready to start rehearsing the plays by role, and I was anxious to stick to my father and let my father send me back to the drama school. Dad looked out the window with a somber face and didn't make a sound. My mother saw me in a hurry and said bitterly, when the rain is lighter, she will let you send you a big one. This God is also strange, the more you wait for him to stop raining, the bigger he gets, and Dad seems to be angry with this weather, maybe he can't stand my hard grinding, gambling like a gas: Go. Dad was wearing a urea bag (a homemade raincoat), and I staggered out the door with the only canvas umbrella in the house.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Dad pushed the bicycle hard up the muddy slope, and there was half a bag of flour on the butt of the car, and the inside and three outer layers were wrapped in plastic bags, like a big rice dumpling, which was my month's ration, and I had to use my bicycle to bring food to school every month, when students had to carry food to school. Dad's front bow and back arrows are almost lying down, so that the whole body pushes the bicycle, but no matter how hard you try, the butt of the car is twisted and twisted, that is, it does not go forward, the mud has stuffed the gap between the front and rear wheels of the car and the mud tiles, a gust of wind, the simple raincoat on Dad's head was blown out by the wind, Dad wanted to reach out and grab it, only to see the front of the car with people falling heavily in this deadly rain. Muddy water and tears came out of my eyes, I threw away the umbrella in my hand and went to pull my father up, who was still gloomy when he first went out, and smiled at the moment I pulled him.
The rain was heavier, washing away the unstoppable tears on my face, and the bag of noodles behind the car rolled down the ditch on the side. "Kikuhei, quick! Watching the rain soak the noodles (broken meaning), "Dad is covered in mud, I can't help Dad to take care of much, both of them have become mud people." It was also strange that our father and daughter wrestled, and god seemed to laugh, the rain actually stopped, the sky in the distance also opened, and my father and I picked up the bicycle and walked in the direction of home. Mom was both distressed and couldn't help but laugh when she saw our father and daughter in embarrassment. We changed and washed, and Dad once again sent me off.
(6) Memories of old houses and new houses
A few days ago, I asked for the WeChat group number in the village from the village branch secretary and entered the WeChat group of Chen Xiu Village in my hometown. I don't speak, I just recommend the good dramas on the Internet to them. I like to listen to the villagers talking in the group and listen to the kind and interesting dialogue of the villagers. In recent days, the group has discussed that the old house should be demolished in the hometown, and some money can be subsidized for each old house that does not live in the house. As a result, the old houses in the village disappeared one by one. My brother went home this year to live with his parents, and a few years ago we helped him build a small yard in his hometown, and his parents lived in a spacious and bright new house, and the old house withdrew from the stage of history. We don't have to worry about rain anymore. But as soon as I heard that I was going to demolish the old house, I still had some reluctance in my heart, so I asked my brother to take some photos and leave the dappled memories.
I don't remember much about the old house. Building a house is a lifelong event for rural people in the north, and whoever builds a good house is easy for the children in the family to find a partner. Judging a family's affluence in the last century was largely based on the house, and as with the current home and car, it was the minimum standard.
The old house bears witness to mom and dad's marriage.
In the 1960s, the people of the whole country were in a deep and fierce situation, the legendary three years of natural disasters caused the entire Chinese people to lack food and clothing, and Dad had to marry his sweetheart, but in that era it was necessary to have great courage. My mother was favored by my grandfather at the age of fourteen, and my grandfather asked Jing Ning and Zhuang Lang (county) famous Wu San to give a medium. This Wu San Lao is a well-known barefoot immortal (doctor) in several counties, and the rural medical conditions in those years are very limited, within a radius of hundreds of miles, several counties, guarding a Wu San Lao, in people's hearts, that is a person who can control life and death. At that time, Grandpa often followed Wu San to go to the countryside to help Wu San take care of his daily life, and found his mother who looked like a flower and a jade early, so he asked Wu San to say that the media gave the father who was only fourteen years old. Dad ran to my mother's house every four o'clock and eight times, and I was very pleasing to my grandmother and grandfather. Mom grew up little by little from an ignorant girl. I secretly asked my mother who was over the years old, have you secretly dated your father? Mom blushed and said, don't you dare, your grandfather and grandmother look closely! Dad quipped to the side: That's because I didn't bark, I followed me as soon as I called. As soon as the voice fell, Mom's fist was raised high, and Dad rushed out of the kitchen with a smile.
Dad from the age of fourteen betrothed, I hope that the stars and the moon hope that the mother will grow up to eighteen years old, but in the face of a three-year natural disaster, Grandpa can't stand Dad's stubborn grinding and leave the matter of marrying His mother to Dad himself. Dad alone renovated the only three adobe houses in the house. On August 1, 1061, Dad borrowed one of the best "BMW" in the village, and dressed in red flowers, he married his mother, who was eighteen years old and twenty-four days old, back home. A pair of young people with great prosperity began their sweet lives. Five of our sisters were born in this earthen house that my father personally built. The burden on the family is also getting heavier, so there are several, and living in a new house has become the biggest thing in the minds of parents and mothers. Although he later built a new yard for the eldest brother and renovated the marriage room for the second brother, he had not been able to build a big upper room for the two of them that his father had longed for.
In order to let mom and dad live in the big house they yearn for in their old age, a few of our sisters are ready to build a house for mom and dad that they are satisfied with. In 2015, just after the New Year, the two brothers were busy pulling bricks, steel bars, and cement, and they were busy for a spring, and when they had prepared enough building materials, they began to look for Mr. Yin and Yang, and chose a zodiac auspicious day to dig the foundation with great fanfare. In the countryside, as long as a family builds a house, most of the villagers will come to help, they each perform their duties for more than two months, and every day is a warm-hearted villager in the courtyard of the house. Soon, the surrounding walls were built, the cover was finally critical time, the rural people called standing wood, that is, the wooden beams began to suite, the sky was just numb, there were villagers to bring firecrackers, in the crackling of firecrackers, the master of standing wood on the wall. The villagers all came to help, and the village's literate and hyphenated husband had already been invited to the door of his home by his father, and set up a table at the door of his home, laid out red paper, and waited to write various auspicious words. Shangliang Dajili, Tachibana Smooth, etc., dragons fly phoenix dance. In the kitchen of the old house, the women of the village also began to be busy, and all kinds of wine and vegetables were cooked out of the pot, and the aroma of the fragrance drifted with the wind, making people hang three feet. At this time, the bricks were moving harder, and the sweat of the mud was like rain. The most difficult thing is the standing beam, a few young men standing on the wall who are five years old and three thick are pulling up with a large rope, and the old and young masters on the ground are trying to top it. Sentence by sentence, the vigorous and powerful labor trumpet resounded throughout the compound. The girder was on the wall, and the auspicious words that had been written long ago were pasted on. The book is "March 16, 2015 AD Shangliang Daji".
Next is the happiest moment for the old and young masters in the village, everyone eats together, the villagers beckon the craftsmen to sit down, and everyone begins to push the cups and change the cups, which is a lively scene. After more than a month, the new house was finally completed, Mom and Dad lived in the new house, time was like the moss on the tiles slowly growing, the old house stuck there, watching Mom and Dad's new life day by day. But now, with the construction of beautiful villages. After holding on to it for more than forty years, the old mansion gloriously completed its mission and was about to be pushed down, and it was really unwilling in his heart. The old house in my hometown, with the youth of my parents, left memories of my childhood. Everyone says hometown, hometown is not for everyone, only those who are wandering outside can have hometown, I am proud that I can have a hometown and this hometown still has an old house.
(7) Bless the Wanjia Guandi Temple
For my hometown, I have always held a grateful heart and a feeling of gratitude. That barren but beautiful and unique land nurtured me, gave me a unique story, and gave me endless nostalgia and reluctance, no matter how far I went and how long I left, I would treasure him in my heart. The people of their hometown, the fathers and fellow countrymen of their hometown, are of faith, and their hearts are enshrined with the holy spirit of their hearts. Since I can remember, every autumn harvest, the village has had a temple fair. At the temple fair, the shadow puppet team will also be invited to sing, which is very lively. It is said to be a temple, but in fact, it is just an earthen house built on the bend of the river. Inside, there are portraits of Guan Laoye and his subordinates Zhou Cang and Guan Ping, and the two retinues each carry a weapon, standing on both sides of Guan Laoye look very imposing. What was intimidating was the large knife in The hand of Old Master Guan, crescent-shaped, the blade was cold and shining, and later I learned that the knife was called "Qinglongyan Moon Knife". In the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Guan Laoye used this knife to pass five levels and slash six generals.
In their hometown, the ancestors have lived all their lives on agriculture. The incense here is exuberant, good men and women often come to worship, perhaps the gods and immortals here have helped them or given them hope, and people worship them. I remember that in the year when he reached Huajia, my father fell seriously ill and did not eat for ten consecutive days, and the family put on their birthday clothes. Suddenly one day, he remembered the gods. He asked his brothers to go to the temple, burned incense and kowtowed to invite the elixir, took a dose, and in the afternoon he even asked us for beer to drink. A bottle of beer was put down and the next day miraculously began to eat. Now more than a decade later, the body is still healthy and tough, and mysterious things like this happen in my hometown from time to time.
Mom and Dad believed in this god very much, which made me feel awe of the gods. In the past two years, people's living conditions have been good, the old man with a face in the village suggested rebuilding the temple, although his parents are too old, but every morning they go to the construction site early to do volunteer work, and they also call to say that the village has raised funds, let us all do some merit. This merit must be done, so in addition to donating money, I was also invited to write a plaque on the temple, and on the day this plaque was delivered, the men, women and children in the village wore new clothes and new makeup, gongs and drums.
The new plaque of "Guandi Temple" hangs on the newly built temple door, and the golden characters shine brightly. Mom and Dad's waist bar is straighter, and people look younger and more energetic. "Blessing Ten Thousand Families" hangs in the temple, and the two sides are decorated with red silk, which is particularly solemn, and the fathers and villagers here will surely live and be happy under the protection of "Guan Laoye".
The plaque I intended to write together and wrote, "Yunwen Yunwuzhi in spring and autumn; it is the divine qi of the gods and the earth", hung on both sides of the statue of Guan Laoye, and I thought of the scene of the gods and immortals in the new hall sitting in danger and enjoying the incense of the world, and a sense of awe could not help but rise in my heart. Silently facing the direction of the statue, it stood in a neat and solemn manner.