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The spring of 2022 came particularly late, Xu owed a heavy snow last winter, and Xu was missing a decent rain in the spring. The earth has no life, the sky is also old and gloomy, plagued by the epidemic, the small shop is temporarily closed, just when the children are free, go back to the old house to see.
It is a great honor to say that my hometown is in the thousand-year-old town of Wangtai. Today, the ancient town is experiencing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for development – a huge plan for a northern "core" city is unfolding rapidly, and several construction sites are in full swing. Demolition is the basic work of construction, my parents are open people, signed early, but there are many ways to live in the old house for fifty years. Look at the old mother, look at the old father, the seventy-year-old man in the old house to pick up this, clean up that, those old peach branches are reluctant to throw, these clothes can still be worn, how to get the box above... The old man kept chanting in his mouth, packing it in his hands, thinking in his heart, and his eyes were all inseparable. I did not dare to look at the white-haired old man and the old woman, who had lived here for more than fifty years, and that kind of emotion could not be identified with the perception without age.
I have no intention of commenting on the policy of demolition and relocation, but I just feel that with the advancement of rural urbanization, it is inevitable for social development, but I did not expect to see it in Beijing, but now I have to experience it myself, it is really difficult to give up... This is the place where I was born and raised, recording every moment of my growth and carrying all the emotions of my original family.
When I was young, my father and mother had to earn work every day, leaving behind four of our sisters, and picking up the fruit every day in the courtyard of the old house (game: each person has 5 rules of small stones, taking turns to throw and catch) The wonderful memory... When I was naughty as a child, I was the one who was hit the most by the old woman and father, fortunately, there was a second sister to pull and protect. The first grade of elementary school is in this village, and every time I take a nap, I go to the second sister of the senior grade, and the second sister will helplessly take out the money she bought for the book to buy me a 5 cent popsicle, otherwise I would definitely hold the door frame tightly and would not go. Later, I moved to Wangtai Central Primary School in the former village, and once I had a stomachache, and my eldest sister carried me home from the school, and I had to have three miles.
After the big bag was dried, the orchard was contracted to get rid of the poor father and mother, and there were a lot of pigs in the old house yard, and my family began to have money to spend and meat to eat. But at that time, the cultivation of land was all by hand, there were very few cattle in the family, there was a shortage of manpower in the family, and although the eldest sister had always had good academic performance, she had to drop out of school in order to help her father and mother work and support the family. Alas, it is a pity that the eldest sister's hand is beautiful in block letters, and I think that many teachers' words are not as good as those written by the eldest sister.
Within a few years, the family had saved money, and my father and mother had turned three huts into four large tile houses, which were the old houses that were currently to be demolished. From the surface of the earth to the concrete floor; from the black-and-white television to the color television... In a flash, we have lived in this house for more than fifty years, just because the father and the wife have no sons, the old house has not been overturned, and it has been frozen until now, but the old house has the taste of the old house, the quartz watch in the house is the award of the eldest sister's work, and the telephone in the house is installed by the third sister (at that time, it was several thousand dollars). The white yellow purple exuberant scratching chrysanthemum in the south of the courtyard can no longer be seen, and what about the papaya trees that can bear many big aromas every year? Where can the persimmon tree, which is covered with golden branches every late autumn, be placed? And where should Jin Gui, who was raised by his old father, go? How many days can the colorful sunflowers in the courtyard bloom in the old house? What should I do with Lamei for more than ten years? Looking at this grass and tree, I suddenly felt the blood rushing upwards, and my heart was full of pain, they were like family, like playmates, like old friends for many years...
Less than 100 meters of Wangtai pawnshop is the best place for me and my playmates when I was a child, I will walk around here all day, that rusty is that the gate has always been the iron general's door, we can only look across the door, what is inside? It has always been a mystery in my heart. These old houses have left too many memories that cannot be copied...
Let me see you more, let me take the last picture, and it will always remain in my memory...
The old houses, these old houses that once grew up with me and gave me a lot of joy, are about to disappear, I can't accept this upcoming reality for a while, my heart is like overturning a large altar of old vinegar, teardrops are like the rain of June...
The old house is about to be demolished! I was excited for a moment, and solemnly decided to go back to the old house tomorrow to see and smell the old house again...
I went to the house rented by my parents first, and I told my old father that I wanted to go to see it, and my old father wouldn't let me go, but I still insisted on going. I dragged the old mother and the child with me, the door of the neighbor's house was only framed, the wall was prominently written demolition, the blood red word "demolition" was in a large circle, this red I felt very dazzling, as if it was burning, irreversible. This big circle I understand is that this old house has come to an end.
The thick pomegranate tree in front of the neighbor's house seems to know nothing about the demolition of this big thing, still hanging pomegranates like people showing off, as if waiting for the appreciation of the owner in late autumn, so that the mouth is cracked and happy to the owner to laugh happily...
The old mother squeaked open the door, and I couldn't hold back any longer, tears rushing out like a waterfall of flood water...
The house was all moved away, and the rest of the "tattered" stayed in place with a sense of age, as if waiting for the master's decision.
I look back and see how many original family joys and stories there have been here! Originally the patio was the land, and later after the father worked overtime overnight, the patio became a clean cement floor overnight, and the father was indeed a skilled craftsman, and there was no one in the estate, and the carpenter blacksmith would have both hands. When moving things, my mother was particularly insistent on taking the kitchen to the newly rented house, and she said that this was made by your father himself, and I remember this kitchen very deeply, when the family was poor and could not afford to buy. The old father made it himself, the old father is a beautiful person, and he does not know how many brain cells have been spent after several sleepless nights, and the kitchen has miraculously appeared in my house, and it is still used today. And it can be used in both winter and summer, and the foreign gas point is said to be "double first-class". The old father's strong arms and rough and short hands bear witness to a man's family, standing tall, taking responsibility, responsibility and love! At that time, I always looked down on him, but when I was forty years old, I had some admiration for my old father.
It turns out that every time I go home, the home is kang, and once the fire is burned, there will be a unique kang earth smell of the old house, which is familiar and easy to haunt the heart, and now there is no smoke and fire in the door.
Tears fell again...
Can't remember any more, quickly turned and walked out, to the patio, 2 cm thick papaya trees are still standing tall, but the old father has picked all the unripe papayas, and the sunflowers are still blooming brilliantly. Camellias and osmanthus flowers also grow peacefully. Persimmon trees, thicker than large bowls, are showing themselves lushly, because the persimmons full of trees are greeting the autumn harvest, waiting for the owner to praise it. More than ten years of plums, white yellow purple scratching head chrysanthemums grow neatly and orderly... Everything seemed so calm.
After all, the puppy that guards the family is spiritual, it seems to have sensed everything, and it seems to be expressing its nostalgia for this old house, so it constantly shouts desperately, and it seems that there are many complaints.
The small storage room has the rest of last year's coal, and there is a yard of neat firewood cut by the old father, moving, where to move? It was just painful for the old father to have made these efforts.
A small stream of soil outside the wall also records the old father's love of life, and here are neatly planted with shallots, leeks and walnut trees...
In a few days, this old house will be destroyed, and it will become a broken wall, a pile of broken bricks and tiles, and desolate sorrow will come to mind again!
My daughter handed me a tissue and asked me to wipe my tears: "Mom, everything is better." Yeah, I'm so fast I can't even catch up with a child... Collect this flood of emotions!
In a few years, when the high-rise buildings rise to the ground, the stories here will become dusty memories, and the wisps of nostalgia will gradually drift away.
Goodbye, the old house that gave birth to me and raised me, don't say goodbye, let me have the happiest old house, goodbye, the old house that witnessed my marriage, farewell, the old house that I and my parents and sisters are difficult to give up, goodbye, the old house that will never be seen again!
Old house, my dearest home, I will treasure you in the depths of memory and will not be hurt in any way!
Author/Hui Li
Introduction: A free choice of career, a member of the Huangdao Wangtai Literary Society. Since childhood, he has loved literature, and at the age of 17, he served as a broadcaster for Jiaonan People's Radio, loved writing and raising flowers, and strived to be a quiet heart, a person with a sense of social responsibility.
Recitation/Yun Xi'er
Introduction: Guan Chao, a member of the society whose home is in Huangdao Shangquan Recitation. He is a member of the West Coast Beauty Association, works in the primary school attached to the Academy of Education, is good at oil painting, and likes to recite. In my spare time, I read small texts and paint small pictures, hoping to record my heart with my voice and brush, where the heart passes, where the flowers bloom.