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Qingwei | Slippery Prose: "Bragging Hole" on Dazhai Mountain

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Qingwei | Slippery Prose: "Bragging Hole" on Dazhai Mountain

Walking out of the hutong of your hometown and following the production road in the village, you will soon be able to walk to the highest mountain in Pingyin County, Dazhaishan. When I was a child, I carried a basket to cut the grass, and if I was not careful, I would climb to the Dazhai Mountain, and as long as some of my partners held up the sickle and shouted "up the mountain", everyone would brush and run forward, simply forgetting that it was a file that came out to cut the grass, and even more forgot that they could not cut the grass to go to the cattle and sheep to starve, and their own ass was broomed in the past.

Climbing to the highest mountain in the area to cut grass is a bit funny, even if you climb to the top, in addition to looking at the cliffs under the surrounding mountains and the smoke above the village, there is not much grass for you to cut, even if you cut, the road is far away, and the heavy basket is pressed on your back, it is difficult to carry the grass home. A few of our friends habitually climbed to the bottom of the Erhuang Cliff of Dazhai Mountain, and everyone ran sweating profusely, tired and out of breath, paralyzed on the stone, with their hands randomly covering their legs, shouting "exhausted.". Looking at the shirt again, it will be wet with sweat one by one, like a map of my hometown.

Qingwei | Slippery Prose: "Bragging Hole" on Dazhai Mountain

There are four gates in Dazhaishan, where we went is the West Gate, there is a big hole next to the West Gate, the reason why we always come here to rest every time we go up the mountain, because the main purpose of our going up the mountain is to "brag". When it comes to bragging, perhaps only a very few people in our village under the mountain know, because people in the distance occasionally climb the mountain and walk along the mountain path, plus this hole is relatively hidden and cannot be found, so even if you go up the mountain, there is no reason to brag. In many surrounding villages, the people are busy with their own lives, and they do not have the leisure to run to this mountain to brag and play.

Qingwei | Slippery Prose: "Bragging Hole" on Dazhai Mountain

The bragging hole is not deep, shaped like half an eggshell, but the depth of the hole is not so sharp, and it is still spacious when you walk in. The entrance to the cave is about three meters high and about 4 meters wide, as if the ancients had cut an axe on top of this cliff boulder. There is a large stalactite on the wall of this cave, and this stalactite has a small mouth on top, and a few of our grass-cutting friends are lined up in a full line, taking turns to hold the stalactite, holding the stone mouth, drumming their cheeks, taking a deep breath to prop up their stomachs like a balloon, holding their faces red, blowing up violently, and then they will hear a long, dull sound echoing in the valley, like an old cow calling for its children... Outside the entrance of the cave, there is a one-meter-high stone wall, which is the shepherd in our village, in order to rest, when the sheep are tired, they can put the sheep pen into this hole, happily blow a cool breeze, and then happily blow a bunch of cattle.

Qingwei | Slippery Prose: "Bragging Hole" on Dazhai Mountain

The sound of blowing out is like an old cow calling, so our partners call this hole "Bragging Hole", in private we call it "Bull Hole", and some people call it "Bull Hole" directly. Whenever we heard someone blowing air, we unceremoniously dragged him up the mountain to come here, no matter how he fell backwards, we must let him blow enough, so that he would not do anything in front of our little friends and only know the pendulum.

[Editor and production: Slippery, real name Liu Jian, senior teacher, founder of Huanpai Literature. On the title page of his book "Slippery", it is impressively written: "Humble is fine, fine is humble." / The one who is humbled is dying, / The spirit is coming to an end because of the essence. / Life is different, / People die together. / Alive, once for a chicken feather red face, / can sacrifice oneself for a girl to forget death; / Dead, not proud of the city full of thousands of beautiful women, / not depressed with dogs for the company of sheep as wives. 】

Qingwei | Slippery Prose: "Bragging Hole" on Dazhai Mountain

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