Author: Zhang Sheng
Qia Shusheng was a young man with a magnificent style, full of vigor, and waved Fang Shuo. And I wait for the years to pass, the four seasons are in full swing, what is the precipitation? What is lost? ⋯⋯
Life, half forward, half memory, no memory forward is boring. Hometown and grandmother's house are the first starting point for everyone to remember, although after many years, they will never forget the place where life has just been remembered.
From the old house seven turns around to the grass across the street, to the north through the Bali Pavilion Station, to jiangling, along the stream next to a row of tung trees, through the Yinjia Bay, it came to the foot of the four mountains to go to the grandmother's house, the father placed the bicycle, our family will lean forward and lean forward to climb the mountain, every year at the beginning of the Spring Festival, is the mother back to the mother's home day, but also when we visit the grandparents, uncles, aunts, due to the underdevelopment of transportation, every year only during the New Year can be done, occasionally see the mountains, Our hearts were very excited, and we rushed forward very hard, hoping to reach the top of the mountain at once, however, on the rugged mountain road, after walking for a while, we would be breathless, and we had to find a big rock to sit and rest for a while and look at the scenery of the mountains. The thatch and pine branches beside the rocks hula with the wind, and the birds and finches at the branches of the pine trees chirp, and occasionally I will see a frightened hare running wildly towards the mountain, everything is so natural, beautiful, the warm sun of early spring makes people feel comfortable, the flat burden of the downhill chai fu on the shoulders quickly change shoulders, on the way forward, the mother will always meet acquaintances, inevitably a few greetings. At the top of the mountain, the Zhou Cemetery, which is now very fragrant, was buried at that time, just a small square cave that looked up from the bottom up, because of its unique geographical feng shui and people's yearning for a better life, his legendary spirit could continue, becoming a place of worship for pilgrims.
We went up and down the mountain four times, turned nine and eighteen bends, and finally we came to the intersection of my grandmother's village, passing by the green of the pond and the babbling of the clear stream, which made me feel that I had come to Mr. Tao Yuanming's peach blossom source, "The land is flat, the house is like a house, and there is a good field of beautiful pond mulberry bamboo." Strange traffic, chickens and dogs smell each other. "Bypassing a bamboo forest, you can see the evergreen cypress tree in the distance, and you can also see the relatives on the rice field in front of my grandmother's house looking at the entrance of the village, which is the expectant gaze of my mother's relatives." Our arrival, met our cousins, cousins and cousins, we talked to each other about the changes we have every year and their own interesting topics, the arrival of the mother, the cousins and cousins rushed to say hello to the mother, a sentence "The aunt is back, the aunt is coming" makes people feel more kind and warm. Grandma's tea eggs are always evocative, the rice in the mountains is fragrant, the mother and grandmother have endless inner words, and the grandfather on the side is always smiling and squinting at the 'grunt' smoking gun. In the mountains of the Spring Festival, everything is noisy, the children are laughing and playing, the new year is new, every child is wearing a new outfit, the village is full of festive atmosphere, the smell of bacon and fish is scattered, the uncle, the brother-in-law rushes to call us to eat at their respective homes, stay in peace, across a few of the little grandmother's family with a modern atmosphere also invited us to attend her family's dinner, kind and kind, the little grandmother's aunt and aunt are beautiful and beautiful, the little grandfather always likes to talk in meditation without hurrying. The festive village is full of spirits and smiles, so that we can deeply experience the comfort of guests coming from afar...
Parting is missing, getting together forgets the sun and moon, after a short reunion of a few days, it is when we get up and go home, we are in the grandparents, little grandparents, little grandparents, uncles, aunts and uncles, we bring a lot of souvenirs and in the next invitation to come back under the blessing of full load, when we come back, my mother always looks back several times, looking at the faces of relatives, until our family walks out of the village, disappears in people's vision after the grandmother's family disperses .......
The development of society, the call of modernization, the villagers have moved, the descendants of grandma's family have also moved to the outside of the mountain, leaving the mountain is the new year painting on the wall and the general lock on the gate, the prosperity of that year has long been reduced to the broken old lantern holder under the dappled lintel, the house is those agricultural tools that have not been used for a long time, stained with mud, once bright as the new firewood tools, but also gradually rusted, the mountain at the head of the village, the grandfather and grandmother's grave are covered with weeds, waiting for the arrival of spring will be green again, The sun and the moon finally rise and fall, sometimes, still illuminating the village of grandma's family that has been vicissitudes for a long time, and behind the vicissitudes is the fading light, only to find it in the depths of memory... Nowadays, the uncle's street buildings, the uncle's choice of land and the village building in the sun shines brightly, for many years, in order to survive the cause, in the first month I did not visit my uncle, aunt, only the elderly parents and brother went, the reason for the name is just a word, 'busy', although the elders are understanding attitude, however, in my heart is full of guilt ...
This spring festival, we have all grown up, cousins, cousins, cousins have their own family, they live in harmony, work hard, I also for life, pale face and hair, the years will not grow old, but we can not withstand the test of wind and frost and let the wrinkles stain the eyebrows ... How many times have you thought about taking off your coat, getting rid of the clutter, and walking to grandma's house again to see if the kiriko trees of that year are still bearing fruit today? See if the moss on the artificially erected river crossing piers in the clean canal is still there? See if there are still long-tailed cattle in the cattle pen at the foot of Yinjiawan Mountain? I wanted to feel the timidity of being surrounded by the mountains again, and I also wanted to experience the state of mind of seeing the mountains and rivers at a glance, and I also wanted to climb over the four mountains again and see my grandmother's house on the other side of the mountain- my mother's hometown.
The fireworks are gone, and the years are quicksand. Rouge stained with ash, can not hide the melancholy of the knife carved between the cheeks, youth will eventually pass away, only the memory is left, in order to better move forward! Cherish that memory!