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Wall head note

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The wall is simple and not simple, and I came to the mountains to know its richness. In the past, it was the fence that was customary, and later the high wall of the building, so the wall in my mind mainly came from ancient poetry:

The wall is red and white. The red apricots on the wall want to fly. The walls contain rain peach blossom color. Begonias are countless out of the wall. Green plum powder wall head. Mei Bai smiled. Sit back and cherish the flowers, and the number of red on the wall.

The wall head drizzle weeping grass. The wall head vine grass fell into the cold canal. The dry grass on the wall is half green and yellow. The westerly wind blows yellow leaves on the wall.

Wall head Hsinchu Yangao willow. The willows on the wall are old and branchless. Dumen is left unattended all day long, and the Hsinchu Wall is full of people.

It's really not bustling with flowers and willows. Naturally, although they have their own territory, it is inevitable to be horizontal and oblique, and the inconspicuous wall that is decorated has become a different scenery, "a red apricot out of the wall", of course, more rhyme than the red apricot in the garden.

And the wine:

The wall was in a hurry. The wall is cloudy and does not need credit. The wall is full of wine, and the cup is exhausted to ask the west neighbor.

In this way, there is human affection on the wall. In classical novels, there are also wind and flow stories on the wall.

When I arrived at Mr. Pu Songling, there were still people on the wall. It is said that Zhang Carpenter is old, and the two sons' families take turns to live, but when the big moon has an extra day, no one wants to care, so they are placed on the wall. When his old friend Wang Silversmith met him, he rescued him, and with a plan, he found two unfilial sons and said that their father had silver in his silver shop, and the sons were really fighting to raise their fathers. As a result, the carpenter died of anxiety because he did not have silver, and the two sons went to the silversmith to ask for the silver, and the silversmith said that it was buried under the wall. The two men went to dig the wall, and the wall fell to their deaths. The story was sung by various types of opera, and later made into a movie, and people over the age of fifty are not strangers. However, for many years, there have been many filial pieties, and there have been many sons who are not filial piety. The human world is the most complex place in the universe.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer scenes of rural walls.

Fortunately, our village is full of walls, which can be included in poetry. There are flowers in spring, green fruits in summer, and feasts on it in autumn. Apple red, pumpkin yellow, gourd green, are all good scenery. I went down those walls, and I felt a lot, and the most heartwarming thing was the pumpkin. Apples, gourds, and persimmons are hanging above the wall, maintaining their delicate shape, which seems reserved. The climbing tiger swooped on it, dazzling, until the flames were red, all in a tense high-profile, which was really refreshing, but if a bull came in, would such a section of the wall be overturned? And pumpkins, often sleeping on the wall, if it is a big fat, shape is interesting, it will be like a fat monk lying there, no worries, straightforward and simple, the people who see it are all loose, and the heart is as calm as water.

There are also times when the mind cannot be calm. One day, I was walking on the village street, suddenly on an old roof saw a small tree, Su Rui has a sentence "there are short trees on the wall", it turns out that this is not a case, since the ancient tree can live on the eaves, it is difficult to understand, there is no soil or just a trace amount of floating soil, how can the tree take root? What determines its vitality? In contrast, the wall head grass is accustomed to seeing and is well understood. However, the wall grass has a poor reputation, and people use it to describe a person's position is not firm. You can observe with the heart, as long as it grows to a certain height, the grass on the ground is not of any difference in quality from the grass on the wall, it is swaying with the wind, and the grass on the wall is at a high place, and it will enter people's eyes as soon as it is swung. There is no soil, no many companions, the wind and rain are strong, the sun is exposed, and it is an admirable miracle to live well on the wall.

The yard where I rented also has two sections of walls. The southern section is covered with apricots, plums and figs, and the spring flowers and summer fruits are very pleasant. In the spring, sitting in the window of the house to look at, the beauty of tang dynasty song words is pure enjoyment. The western section, bare, is the boundary with its neighbors. The neighbor was the landlord's old mother, eighty-seven years old, living alone, the day I just rented the house, the old man fell ill and was hospitalized, and came back a few days later, the yard was lively for two days, and it was the women of the village who came to see her. Across the wall, people on both sides can see each other's heads. I often saw the old man's eldest son walking around the courtyard, and he lived next door to me on the other side, conveniently. My youngest son, my landlord, lives in a town outside the mountains on weekdays and comes back from work to take care of his mother. But it is a human duty, but looking at it is comforting, Zhang Carpenter of "The Record of the Wall" is not also two sons. Blessed are the old ladies and the sons have hearts, and they also say two words across the wall, ask me if the water hoops have been repaired, or agree to paint the doors and windows of my rental house.

In the city, closed doors and closed houses, I am actually not used to talking through the wall, strange, and my heart is not stable. I tried to increase the height of the wall to increase the privacy, so I put a few pots of flowers on it. Who thinks, the sun on the wall is too strong, two days did not come, the flowers are dry and dying, and I can't live here every day to water, so I have to invite them down the wall.

The slippery wall became a stalk in the heart, until one day, seeing three or two sparrows falling on it, it was clear that it was also a scenery, and it was inevitable that I would be moved. Sparrow tails are agile, pointing to the second change, looking at the cold son to swoop, falling to the lotus bucket full of water along the edge of drinking water, it is a beautiful scene, I want to use my mobile phone to shoot, open the door for a moment, they bounce away, only the afterglow of the fluttering in the ear. Well, the walls are theirs. Sometimes other birds come, jumping on the wall to observe the movement, feeling safe, and swooping down to eat a few bites of strawberries. I thought that in the winter, I must sprinkle some food on the wall.

I moved in for three months, and shortly after the Dragon Boat Festival, the landlord's mother passed away, and I never saw her across the wall, but I often saw her sitting under a gable at the head of the alley, chilling out with her neighbor, an old aunt of ninety years old, who came home together and passed in front of me. On the afternoon of the first day of her death, she sat at the head of Fangshan for half a day.

Since then, the other side of the wall has been silent, and I can only see the upper part of a loofah rack, full of green leaves and yellow flowers. After some days of going to the courtyard, someone on the other side of the wall suddenly asked, "Have you come home today?" "Oh, it's the landlord, he said come back and pick the beans. None of us stopped what we were doing and chatted a little. Ask him what to do with empty houses, rent them out? He said he'd talk about it in three years. The brothers are filial pieties. Since then, the door of the old man's courtyard has been locked, and there is a branch of Mugwort from the Dragon Boat Festival standing next to the door, as if the owner has only temporarily gone out and returned soon. Mugwort stood until winter, and then disappeared one day. On the day of the Qingming Festival this year, I came to the small courtyard and saw the old man's courtyard door open, and her eldest son sat in the courtyard facing the empty house, silent, until I left in the evening, he was still sitting there. Because of the dual control of the epidemic and the fire prevention of the forest, no one can go to the cemetery, which is his way of paying tribute to his mother.

The ninety-year-old aunt still went to the gable every day to sit there, and although there were other neighbors chatting together, I felt lonely for her. There was a gardenia in front of her door, because the winter was frozen, the flowers did not bloom well, then she asked me to pick two flowers, smelling the fragrance with water, I couldn't bear it, said to wait for more to pick, who wanted to rain too much, soon a flower was gone. One day, the old aunt brought two pots of gardenia seedlings to me, it was she herself who pressed the branches to live, she did not know my name, shouted outside the gate for half a day, I did not know whether to find me, it was the neighbor's big sister who came to shoot the door for her. If the old aunt is close to the next door, these two pots of flower seedlings will come from the wall, how convenient.

Suddenly, the wall is really a very interesting place, but to see, to use, to remember, I came and went in a hurry, probably living up to a lot of simple time and something else.

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