Green Unfinished / Mountain Head Years

Mountain years

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The gable of the cottage in the countryside is called "FangshanTou" by the common people.

"Gables" are crepe, and seeing words will give birth to poetry; "Fangshantou" is really rustic, but more appropriate, with the plainness and richness of the world.

The gable is only a wall; the hill contains the territory near that wall. The objects, people, and gables on the site have various combinations, which produce pictures, stories, and the taste of the years.

Long time, I want to say that it was so crude and simple. The house is an adobe mud wall, which is piled with tools and debris, a narrow aisle leading to the vegetable garden and latrines behind the house, and the other side of the aisle is the fence of the neighbor's house. The neighbors were a childless and childless old couple. The old wife was black and yellow and short, and once she handed a bowl of self-pickled pickles from the cracks in the fence, salty and crispy enough, and I still don't know what it is. Her old man was tall and white, breathing slowly and heavily, and came to my house every day to pick up swill water. Every time I crossed the hill, I always had to look at their yard through the cracks in the fence. Childless homes are mysterious places. Their house hill is very lonely, and our house hill is too lively. Before in another home, we were all still young, but the fangshan was spacious and empty, our children usually lived there, and in this home, we have broken away from the naivety of the family, the boys even played the game of "fighting", the younger brother hid in the fangshan, heard the footsteps, judged that the brother was coming, and jumped out with a wooden stick and shouted: "Pay the gun and don't kill!" "When I saw that it was my mother, I had already been kicked in the leg, and I couldn't care about the pain, and I slid away like a loach."

Fangshantou is such a mixed place. It's almost like this, one side is close to someone else's house, sharing a gable, and on the other side is piled up with firewood or built a barn. At that time, the top of the magnificent Fangshan was just a red brick wall, and there was no debris nearby.

When I came to the village of Likou Mountain, I was surprised that Fangshantou could look good in a different way.

It's a landscape painting. There are also figure paintings.

The scenery is natural and diverse. Generally speaking, the gables of the stones, the regular stones are arranged in a regular manner, it is elegant beauty, irregular stones, and they are interspersed with the right beauty, it is cracked nature, and some of them I will look at as oracle bones and Qin and Han inscriptions. This is the common background color of Fangshantou, the meaning of simplicity makes people's nervous nerves relax suddenly, pleasant and pleasant, and because of different combinations, there are different beauty and surprises. The most common situation is the posture of the climbing wall tiger, the length is sparse and dense, the picture has its own style, or there is the grandeur of the mountains and the sea, or the agility of the dragon's body and phoenix tail, the complexity and simplicity are good, the summer green and autumn red listen to the flowing water. The first hill I rented was the world of such vines, and that was the place where I was most satisfied, although the landlord thought it was "messy" and "kindly" cleaned it up when I was away, but the next year I climbed out of a painting style that comforted my wounded heart.

There are no climbing tigers on the top of the mountain, there will be green vegetables, flowers, and fruit trees. Greens and flowers because of the short, is the foil, the main body of the scenery is still the wall, but the wall because of this point of lining, there is some liveliness, such as popular beauty wear, dark tops to expose the bright color of the bottom edge, less embellishment, more beauty. I always pace from the small wooden bridge to the Village of Jiang Jia Yan, which is separated by a stream, where there are unique pieces of dandelions, golden flowers on the wall, under the trees, one layer at a time, it is also golden light, and the gables are illuminated into a very dignified Qingping world, and the scenery is unique.

If there are fruit trees at the head of the wall, then the gable is hidden, and the whole house hill is demon and rich. In the spring, the bud leaves are shallow and shallow, and the beauty of the buds is budding; in mid-spring, the prosperity of peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, plum blossoms, and apple blossoms, lined by the simplicity of the stone wall, pressed, will not be colorful to frivolity; in late autumn, yellow pestles and red apples are chaste, and the gables behind them are deep and stable, and they are still still paintings; in winter, the mountains are still alive, the trees are full of vitality, and the bald branches write the simplicity of stick figures, the snow falls, and there is a kind of clean beauty. In this way, the world at the top of the mountain looks tight and cramped, but it feels the depth and breadth of years.

My new rental, with neighbors on both sides, has no separate gables, and has no own mind. I always went to see the hill of the front row house, where there was a stone bench of natural material built low, and every afternoon, when it was hot, two old women brought their own cushions, where they chatted in the cool, and when it was cold, they also sat there, basking in the sun. They are all people who have no old partners, and they are partners with each other. I never knew what they were talking about, but I knew that they often didn't talk about anything, so they sat silently, looking at the big locust tree nearby, looking at the hills farther away, looking at the occasional tourists, and probably didn't think anything. The stone chairs connect them to the stones of the gable, just naturally, and when I went to the hill to pick flowers and look at the scenery, I saw a figure painting. Occasionally, nearby neighbors join the hill, and it's a group portrait again. People under the gable, naturally the gable is tall, but the focus of my attention must be on people, life is always more touching than still life, moving together is life.

There are always exceptions to everything, and the special case of gables is the opening of windows or doors, which is mostly a remedy for the lack of compartments. It's practical, but some are also picturesque. On a foggy and rainy day, a house hill in Wang Jia Yan Village made me stay for a long time, it was the box room, the mountain head rushed to the road, and the big square let passers-by see enough. It must be to harvest the morning sun, the stone gable opened a window, and the window was covered with greenery, and the flowers bloomed elegantly. It seems that the room is no longer occupied, otherwise what is needed is light, and the plants cannot hide it. I admire the kindness of the owner, the love for the house, and the willingness to dress up the dark window with a little thought. This is a respect for the house, but also a respect for passers-by.

If a door is opened on the gable, it is not as good as the window, but that is the actual day, and there is the expediency and steadfastness of survival. The earliest house in my childhood was also horizontal from north to south, with a window in the west, one end clinging to the neighbor, and a door opened on the other gable. One winter, the parents as the eldest brother and sister-in-law, if the parents of the third uncle, for its Zhang Luo marriage, someone introduced the object to the third uncle, a girl came to my house to kiss, but the mother waited until near noon and did not see anyone, went out to meet only to find that the girl did not know the door open at the top of the house, has been turning. The mother took her in the door and went to the kitchen to cook, and the girl waited lonely, sitting alone on the edge of the kang, her arms stacked on top of each other, and her face buried. Seven-year-old me sat on the kang and kept looking at her, I thought she was crying, so I bent down and twisted her face, looked up from between her raised arms, and unexpectedly made eye contact, she smiled. After that, she became my third aunt. In this way, the door of my house is as beautiful as this window, although I have slipped and cried at that door on a rainy day.

I really didn't expect that the beauty of the mountain of the house reminded me of some dusty old things. To the scene is like a shipwreck, there is no need to salvage, dive down to see it is still kind. In the end, the house is inhabited by people, the hills pass by in four seasons, the years have traces, beautiful and ugly, and it is also a part of life, all of which are kept in the heart. This is Li Yishan's "the star sinks to the bottom of the sea when the window is seen, and the rain crosses the river plains to see the seat". Looking at it from the other side, it is not human, and there is a slight sadness of Li Yishan. I have to say that I finally had the opportunity to go into the mysterious home of the neighbor's old lady, when the old man was dead, and a few of our classmates listened to the teacher's words and wanted to do good people and good deeds, so we went to her house together to clean the glass. The glass was yellow, the room was dark and dark, and finally there was light, and the old lady said straightly: What a good child. I don't know how she lives alone, she prepared a coffin for herself and put it on the top of the mountain, so that our children did not dare to go out at night. Later, my family moved to the city, and I don't know where she ended. Later, my mother died young, the third uncle also left in recent years, the third aunt entered the ancient rarity, has not been seen for many years, when she took me crazy to watch the stage play "Wise Tiger Mountain" the scene is like yesterday, I am too small to see, she held me, tired sweaty.

Back in front of me, the old lady on the stone chair on the hill also left, and the rest was the older one, who was still raising flowers at the age of ninety, and could sew needles, and no matter how big the needle eyes could wear thread, they also cared about sending me a few leaves. Many times, she is sitting alone at the top of Fangshan, and the most eye-catching picture is her still thick white hair. To be so, I think she's remarkable. Of course, she will walk away forever, and there will be no temperature left on the stone chair, but the stone chair will not be empty, and there will be a scenery of the life of the character.

The scenery is year after year, the gables are speechless, the flowers bloom as scheduled, the trees are always long, the fruits are ripe every year, and the people are getting older, but why do they feel new every year? Those irregular stones, the color is not the same, but they are the color given by the sun, and the color of the flowers and trees is also given by the sun, so it is always new, because the sun is new every day.

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