Li Chuanzhi Literature Boshan 2022-04-22 16:55
Pouring spring cold, morning and evening wrapped in quilt-like cotton jacket cotton pants, like a wooden barrel, still cold, the wind from the neck "sneaky" jumped to the heel. At noon on Saturday, I picked up the tooth flower, followed my mother to the south house to pull out the old books and old paper, and slipped to the root of the south wall, under the wall root had long been laid a piece of worn-out plastic sheeting, dumped the book paper on the top, the mother kicked a small bench standing, it stopped at my feet a few times, I reluctantly brought out the hand in the cotton jacket sleeve, the mother said: "Fold it!" "My ass was very reluctantly sitting next to the bench, the shadow of the sun was too faint, like a pot of soup with more water, and the taste of oil and salt was diluted.
The season is only rainy, the mother is anxious to play the plot of the land, all day long she is counting: "Five legs pinch away from the river beach, plant a few peppers, peppers rely on not watering is also a big problem, eating is also particularly spicy; Pan Jiayu pinched close to the water, planted lettuce in the middle, watered conveniently, early down three days and five days can also sell more money; five jiayu pinch seeds kale, the road is good to walk is one, and then there are many apple orchards, people come and go to you to take care of it, wood can not ..." Daddy only orders to obey, plant what he will not put forward a little opinion, He was rolling paper tubes with me under the roots of the south wall.
The paper rolling tube is for seedlings, the spring wind is very strong, the scraps of paper in the hands of the teeth and claws, I worked hard to catch a few pieces of paper to roll to death, roll up to see if it is not a rule, rework. The mother used a large iron spoon to ho ho a spoon of batter, a few pieces of thorns inserted in it, rolled out a paper tube, I went to touch a piece of thorns, full of batter smeared paper tube stubble, and then squeezed hard, it was done, the molded paper tube in the basket, stacked higher and higher, in the shadow of the sun white flowers dazzling, I can still see the words written on it, there are some surnames, now, they are all looking at me with their eyes, it seems to be calling out, but, no matter how wonderful the story, it is also impossible, the wind blows, the paper tube is getting tighter and tighter.
I don't know how long it has been wet, I feel that there is sweat faintly coming out of my back, I don't know whether it is the role of the sun or the pain of cotton. The mother shouted, "Don't dip it first!" Load the soil and go! "Daddy carried a basket of paper, and I carried a basket of paper and went to the back garden. The back garden has long built a corn straw barrier seedling base, the soil has been prepared, these soils are also mixed with last year's Baoyu sheep pen dung, afraid of burning seedlings, they mixed more sand. I was responsible for laying out the paper tubes one by one into the nursery, and Daddy used a shovel to raise the soil and slowly sprinkled them into the paper tubes, and the underside of the hands must be light and not full, otherwise, when the seedlings are not seen, the paper tube will lose its role.
It took two or three days to glue, align, and fill the paper tube, wet the soil in the paper tube with a spray kettle, cut the plastic sheet, prop up with a smooth wooden stick, the grass cover was tight, and every day I heard the sound of the mother turning the calendar, and one day it was folded into a corner, and when it reached the page of the folded corner, it became lively.
First of all, the mother climbed to the ceiling with a wooden ladder and took out a large bag and a small bag from above, a large scoop and a small scoop, a large bottle and a small bottle, a large bag and a small bag... There are a lot of piles, all kinds of seeds in these containers, I really can't tell what is called, and I secretly admire the mother, an illiterate person who can clearly know what seeds are without marking. We carefully put the seeds into the paper roll, and then covered a thin layer of soil, and all day long, we fought in these seeds and soil, the waist and eyes were sore, the eye sockets were sour, and when dusk came, all the seeds fell into the soil, covered with plastic sheets, covered with grass, and the seeds made dreams that broke through the soil, and we made fruitful dreams.
Every morning as soon as the sun came out, I went to uncover the grass, played the plastic sheet, and the dew that disturbed it fell out, and I always had to climb on it to see the movement in the furrow, there was no movement, and the paper rolls were hidden, like a snowflake brewing.
One morning, when the dew was falling, I just opened my eyes and saw a little new green, wow, there are buds! The bud spread rapidly, spreading diffusely the next day, and on the third day it was full of green. A week later, the mother lifted the plastic sheet, and those weak seedlings danced in the spring sun. They jumped for more than two months and then went to their destination, as if every little child would leave home in the future.
I still prepared a stack of books and paper in the spring moon, transported home to my mother, the mother and father folded the paper tube under the eaves, they were old, they worked very slowly, the five legs had long since stopped planting vegetables, Pan Jiayu also planted poplar trees, the land of Wujiayu became a sand field, only the corn stalk barrier in the back garden was still the same as in the old days, the mother no longer dared to climb the ladder, the seeds were placed in various tea pots, resting on the urn of the south house, each one was marked with a name, the father needed to wear glasses to see clearly what it was, the mother always hated him: "His father, You are used to pinching more seedlings in the end is not pulling out and throwing material! We can't move! The children don't come back very often, and they also eat wood when they plant it! Oops..."
I often think of the seedlings in those paper rolls, and the scenery when they were moved here and there, those with the thickness and temperature of the words, feeding us, giving us, feeding us. The ultimate answer to life, freedom, and suffering is hidden in a paper drum.
Lick the mouth of the bottle
Breakfast went to eat fire and drank a bowl of tofu brain, I sat across from an old lady, she picked up the chili oil into the bowl dripping, I looked at the bottle mouth residue out of the corner of my eye, extremely nervous, afraid of her licking a bite, okay, Wide can be afraid of spicy, no next bite.
Lick the mouth of the bottle, this is the essence of the country. Women who are a little older in the family come to a live broadcast, and most of the time they act without knowing it. Pour sesame oil, the mouth of the bottle must be licked, otherwise, the sesame oil flows on the outer wall of the bottle, and you are blind. Peanut oil is also, no matter how high-end the oil bottle is, it can't stop licking the remaining way of playing cards at the mouth of the bottle. Even if you pour some soy sauce and vinegar, you must quickly lick the mouth of the bottle.
By extension, lick your fingers. Some foods, like minced meat, sometimes have to be torn off, and when the tearing is done, you must carefully lick the oil and water on your hands. New Year to cook a pig's head, cook a pig's trotters, cook a chicken, you have to remove the bones, the meat on the bones is clean, the hands are left with meat foam and oil flowers, not willing to wash off, you must lick your hands, this kung fu child learned from the adult pinch when he was young, it became a habit of life, to the child grows up, this habit is pure fire.
Lick the bottle mouth, lick the hands, and lick the spoon. Scoop the hemp juice with a spoon, the spoon is full of dipping, this is all by licking, but also enjoy the process, the spoon soaked in the hemp juice is sufficient, delicious, licking the spoon, it has become a special fun. And so on, scooped up tofu milk, scooped leeks, scooped white sugar, scooped brown sugar, scooped lard... You need to lick the spoon seriously, and the spoon is licked clean, dozens of times cleaner than the brush.
In the past, everyone acted like this, did not feel that there was anything inappropriate, now, the economic conditions are much better, not bad pinch a little residual people, no one in public to lick the bottle mouth, fingers, spoon head, and, the young are disgusted with this, said to be "uncivilized", "unhygienic", guarding the young is not dare to brazenly lick, behind the scenes, or to be diligent and thrifty. The rice hanging on the bowl wall, the oil dipped in the plate wall, must be licked clean when others can't see the file, if you move slowly, watch the young take the dishes away, wash and wipe the food on the bowl wall with Amway dish soap, it will hurt, what a good essence!
I came from a poor family, licking the mouth of the bottle, the head of the spoon, the wall of the dish, and the tip of the finger, none of which was pulled down. If you drink a yogurt, drink out of the bottle, the box, the plastic bottle, the plastic box also have to come to a golden rooster independently, the yogurt hanging inside is controlled, controlled to the mouth, I am all leaning on the neck, mouth to the bottle, the mouth of the box are all stored, but also with scissors to cut the opening, the plastic bottle, the paper box on the inner wall of the stubborn yogurt licked clean, it is done.
I did not look down on the people who licked the mouth of the bottle, nor did I ever laugh at the people who licked the walls of the bowls, nor did I feel how humble I was to fill the yogurt, but I watched those people in life lick people, some of them were disdainful, listening to those words, they would shiver all over their bodies, get up a layer of goosebumps, they are all old and not small, they have long been adults, they have stopped developing, they have lived hard, they have lived soberly, they have self-respect, they are self-respecting, they are free, and it is not difficult.
Drink yogurt do you lick the cap of the bottle? It doesn't matter, this is not shameful, I earn it myself, buy it myself, come together!
About the author: Li Chuanzhi, Shandong Boshan people, Boshan District Writers Association member, Graduated from the Chinese Language and Literature major, love literature, from teaching for twenty-seven years, has been engaged in language teaching work, in his spare time like code words, like reading, "books are amorous like the old man, morning and evening sorrow and happiness of every blind date", the text is pleasant and nurturing, and the text makes us go further.
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