On the 11th day of the ninth lunar month in 1938, that is, (September 11, the 27th year of the Republic of China), "he" was born. With the righteousness of heaven and earth, the hope of parents, and the inheritance of the family, he was born in the ancestral home of Yan's thatched house in the first "Black Stone Ridge" in Angou, Xinhua Village, Jianchi Town, Hanyin County, Shaanxi Province.
At the foot of the mountain, between two mountains, sitting south facing north, because the stone of the mountain in front of the right side of the house is a natural black stone, over time, the local people have called it the name of the mountain with "Black Stone Ridge". On the right side of the mountain is Zhangjiagou, above the top of the mountain is Wangjiazhai, and on the left mountain is on the small ditch beam (no specific name, local custom is called slope and beam, because under the beam is a small ditch at the mouth of the "Great Dragon King Gou", to borrow its name)
The local terrain is basically mountains and rivers mixed with hills and rivers, and Black Stone Ridge is just the place where the foot of the mountain meets the flat land, and in the era of inconvenient transportation, it is really an excellent little hidden place. "I can't see anyone from afar, and I know the world up close." In that era of poverty and weakness and warlord chaos, in order to avoid bandits and robbers, the fellow villagers were even more afraid that they would be pulled by the Kuomintang to become "strong ding"! They abandoned the good houses in the plains and lived in thatched huts in the mountains. Its root cause, "feudal thinking and actual national conditions", has so that the people do not have their own good land estates, and good fields are swallowed up by local "landlords' old wealth" and "big households". The poor people, the cultivators have no good land, so the "hillside land" has become a place where everyone goes! Moreover, most of them are migrants. Life is erratic, there is no fixed place to live, and at any time because of changes in the world, you may find another place to live.
I don't know too much about the specific number of residents of this mountain, but when my grandfather was alive, every New Year, the fifteenth day of the first month, the Qingming Festival, etc., he would take me to this familiar and unfamiliar place to worship his ancestors. As soon as he walked in here, he couldn't help but talk about the "bitter past" of the year, and when I walked into his memory, my heart was also turbulent, only hating that I was born too late, unable to share the hardships of their lives and the hardships of life for grandpa, grandfather, and grandma! Walking on the road he walked when he was a child, looking at the eyes of things and people, he was silent for a long time.........
said: "Niu Niu, I am your grandfather, my wife's first baby, I was born here, the house was very poor back then, there was only your old lady, your grandfather, your wife, and two naturally dumb great-grandfathers, a large family of sons were running around all day to make a living, the thatched house where I was born was also rented at that time, when I was young, I didn't understand anything, I saw your wife carrying a basket every day, beating palm leaves everywhere, picking brown skin, your grandfather is a carpenter, often working for other people's homes, so the whole house is taken care of by your mother-in-law." 。 Speaking of this, he paused again......
Then he introduced me to the "well" where they draught, which was actually a puddle in a small mountain river, which was mountain spring water, but it was crystal clear, and I took a sip. After a while, I came to a corner of the bay, and "a long sloping stone slab appeared in my eyes, and I wanted to ask my grandfather, "Is this the place where you played with slides when you were a child?" Soon we walked through Xiaowan Road, came to the ruins of the old mansion, looked at the face of my grandfather, and felt very sad, "the years of youth are gone, the joyful and bitter smile of childhood has parted", and then we can't find the childhood's voice, let alone the relatives who lived together", when looking at the "grave of my loved ones" buried in the old mansion, my heart was still suppressed for a long time, and then I took the young me and gave the relatives who were in the ancestral house who were placed in peace One by one, put incense on the incense, bow down, make a devotion to the grave of the loved ones, and report the recent situation of future generations, Pray for the health and safety of our ancestors and grandchildren.
After the sacrifice was completed, my grandfather began to introduce me to each grave where my loved ones were buried, and I still remember clearly that the first grave at the entrance was not my ethnic grave, the second grave was my grandfather's "mother-in-law Jiang's family", the third grave was my grandfather's "grandfather" named Yan Yongyou, and the third and fourth graves were my grandfather's "aunt", and I can't remember what the name Grandpa was.
After listening to my grandfather's narration one by one, I also quietly stood solemn in my heart, although our family is poor, but the inheritance of tutoring, the respect of loyalty and filial piety, and the continuation of family style still adhere to very well. In life, we should know the kindness of birth and nurture, the sanctity of nurturing, no matter when we are born or where we are placed, we must not drift away from ourselves. Establish the right position of the world, walk the road of the world, "the rich cannot be adulterous, the poor cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be subdued, this is called the great husband."