Like a canoe with its aroma wafting through
Leave a small desert island
A warm and melancholy teenager
Left his tiny village
I didn't like that village
It is as ordinary as a banyan tree
Also as stupid as a buffalo
I was there
Spent my childhood
—— Ai Qing, "The Young Man's Walk"
I was born on an island.
As long as I can remember, the doorway of my home has always been a muddy beach, and if it rains, even if it is a small commissary from the doorway of the house to the village, it is very difficult for me.
In front of the door is a hilly field, planted with hundreds of pear trees, every March, the white pear blossoms bloom, from a distance, the pear blossom pieces rise and fall, like a fairy tale hillside.
The neighbor's house lived a beautiful sister who was a few years older than me, and she had a nice name called "Pear Drop", and I heard that her long-dead grandfather was a private school gentleman, and it was the name he left for her.
Luo Luo's sister went to Guangdong to work before she was 18 years old, because her father said that girls are useless in studying, it is better to go out early to earn money, the family house is too broken, to build a new house, she still has to marry, to save her own dowry.
Less than half a year after she went out, she wrote a letter to her family, sandwiched in a thin book, and sent with a coat. Uncle Da Niang could not read, so he asked me to read the letter, and I remembered that the first sentence of the letter was: Mom, are the pear blossoms in the house blooming well?
The last sentence of the letter was a little different in color, and it looked like it had been added long after writing the letter: "Book to the petite next door!" ”
Petite is me, and the name my grandfather left for me.
The book that My sister sent was 365 Nights, a fairy tale book and the only book I had in my childhood. I pretended to calmly put the letter away, handed it to the eldest lady, then picked up the book, thanked him, and turned around to go home.
Bright spring light falls on the top of the brow
I didn't go home, clutched the book ecstatic, and rushed to the pear orchard. It was an afternoon in March, when the pear blossoms of the trees were blooming, and the white petals fell on the lawn, and I pounced on the grass, opened the book, and read it hungrily for an afternoon, and was brought to tears by a fairy tale—"The Lettuce Girl," the girl who had been cursed by a witch and locked up on the top of a high tower, how lucky she had been, she had been rescued by a prince when she was 15 years old.
As the sun went down, my mother shouted in front of the door, "Petite—it's time to eat!" I dried my tears, got up sadly, and dragged my heavy footsteps home.
I looked at the sunset where I grew up, looked at our pear orchard, and looked at the forever muddy path in front of my house, what curse did I get trapped in such a small village? It wasn't until this fairy tale book that opened up something in my life, though I didn't know what it was at the time.
The wind is in the treetops and the birds are chirping
Pear blossoms bloom year after year, luo luo sister earned enough money in the coastal city, built a new house for the family, and she also married a young man in the next village under the arrangement of the elders of the family, guarding an acre and three points of land, and living a life.
And I, too, stepped on that dirt road, from the rural primary school, to the rural middle school, to the city's key high school, and then to the distant city to go to college, after graduation, I had my favorite job - graphic designer.
And I've always believed that what I have today comes from the first fairy tale book of my childhood, which opened a window in my life and gave me a kind of strength to go far away.
How much do you know in your dreams
It was another year of pear blossom season, invited friends from other places to go back to their hometown to admire the pear blossoms, and took them to the village where I was born and raised, these sisters who had never been to the countryside were overjoyed, and it was strange to see anything.
In the depths of the pear orchard, I found a familiar back, bending over to pick up pig grass - "Fall sister!" ”
Sister, no, to be precise, the woman looked back at me, stared at me for half a day, and then slowly smiled: "It's The petite is back!" ”
I can't wait to introduce my sisters to my sisters about my childhood sister and the first fairy tale book she gave me, just as I want to tell them how I was opened to life by a fairy tale book with a broken cover, and how much I loved books and reading in the years to come...
Luo Luo's sister wiped the sweat with the back of her hand and said: "That book was originally used by colleagues in the factory dormitory to pad the feet of the table, when I sent a letter to my mother, I thought that this was the first time I wrote a letter to my family, afraid that the letter would be crushed on the road, so I used that book to clip it up." ”
At that moment, my mood was completely opposite to when I first read a fairy tale as a child, as if something was broken, but I didn't know what it was.
On the day of leaving, I took gifts to see My Sister Luo and her three children, my sister made a large table of dishes to entertain me, after eating I chatted with the children for a while, they were very cute, the eldest told me that she wanted to be a teacher when she grew up, the second said that his teacher told them that the pears grown in our hometown were particularly delicious and had been sold all over the country, and he grew up to be an agricultural expert and grow the kind of pears that could be sold all over the world.
As for the old man who only learned to speak, I think he should not lose to his sister who wants to be a teacher and his brother who is an agricultural expert!
When I boarded the ferry back to town, I thought to myself that the children would love the gift I had given, which was a large package with a map of China, a map of the world, and the most beautiful fairy tale in the world.
Broken things also seem to have been reborn, or everything itself is a very beautiful arrangement, why many years ago, the fallen sister pulled out the book at the foot of the table, why did she add the sentence to the original finished letter: "The book to the petite next door!" ”
A little girl who grew up under a pear blossom tree, she will always love fairy tales, heroes and magic.
I want to tell you
Located in Zhijiang City, Hubei Province, Bailizhou is a sandbar formed by alluvial sediment, and the water and soil are very suitable for growing sand pears, which are particularly sweet. When I was a child, almost every family planted pear trees, and we were all children who grew up under pear trees.
The pear tree blooms in March, bears fruit in April, and gradually matures in July, and the pear tree feeds our family, eating and wearing, and tuition, all from the orchard. We have a deep affection for pear trees.
Some of the children who grew up under the pear trees stayed in the village, some went far away, some never went out in their lives, and some never came back.
Can't say who is luckier, because every piece of land is worth cultivating.
Yangjia'an Village Aunt Zhou
Aunt Zhou said that children who work in other places have always sent messages recently to ask if the pear blossoms at home are in full bloom? I said, "Then let's take a picture of you and show it to my child!" Do you use WeChat? "Big Mom said she didn't have WeChat. (Then I'll have to post it here!) ）
Yangjia'an Village Aunt Xiao
Aunt Xiao said, "Oops! Just washed my hair, this is not good-looking! ”
I said, "Beautiful! ”
The aunt said, "You wait for me, I'll go back and get my phone, and you send me the picture." ”
After a while, Big Mom came with Big Daddy. Big Daddy said with a smile: "She can't even use WeChat well, so she called me here." I said, "Just take a group photo!" ”
Big Daddy said, "No, no, no, this dress doesn't look good." Before I could say anything, my aunt said, "Oops! You'll take a picture with me!" ”
Yangjia'an Village Huang Dapa /Aunt Xiao
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