Author: Yin Wence
History can't be grasped, reality can't be said, this is the ordinariness of the hometown and homeland nested in the depths of the hilly region. Living in this ordinary environment, one side of the water and soil supports one side of the people.
After putting down my schoolbag, I took out the Chinese food that my mother kept warm for me from the pot on the stove, and swallowed it in a frenzy, and my sister also sharpened the sickle on the stone, which was a routine errand in the afternoon. In "firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea", firewood is very important, and the "steps" (quite ropes) that we children cut firewood and bundle firewood are also very important. Children have a saying that "if you have a step, you will not be angry, and if you have a wife, you will not be angry", which shows the importance of "step". Therefore, as soon as we get into the bushes, we first look for a shrub called the oak strip, which is very tough and can be twisted repeatedly, rubbing the tail strips of the two oak strips together, and then twisting them to buckle back, and tying up the firewood to make it strong. The eldest sisters can also use it as a skipping rope jump. This kind of shackle strip is called "spring is not old", all year round are youthful and energetic for us to relieve our difficulties and sorrows, only in the middle of spring, she put on green clothes, wear white flowers. Seeing this, a girl sang indulgently: The oak tree blooms with white flowers, and it came to my mother-in-law's house yesterday......
As a child, this kind of shackle bar gave me infinite joy and joy.
In the era when the clouds of sorrow shrouded my youth, the oak bar became a fire on my life road, illuminating my life path, adding a drop of oil to my knowledge lamp, and continuing my pursuit of knowledge.
My father died suddenly, and my family's family edifice collapsed in an instant. When school started, my eldest sister, who was a few years older than me but much more sensible than me, advised me not to study because my mother could not afford to pay my tuition. I see other children going to school, and the conditioning is still there. When a mother sees other children going to school, she naturally feels something. I walked up to my mother and said, "Mom, I don't want to study. My mother slammed me into her arms, tears fell on my face, and said in a firm tone, "I'll take you to school tomorrow!"
The mother fell into a long period of thought, although the tuition fee is limited to the teacher, but the time should not be too long, where is the way to make money? When can I make up the tuition fee? The mother sighed a long time and tossed and turned all night. During the third watch, my mother finally fell asleep after coughing a few times. The next day, she took her sister up the mountain to chop the screwwood, which was the only way for her mother to make money. This toughness of the screw strip is the only bolt connecting the blades of the waterwheel, and the demand for the bolt of the waterwheel is quite large in the agricultural era. There is a special "February 8" farming temple fair in his hometown of Quanhu, where farmers from several nearby counties come here to buy farming supplies on this day, and all the strand strips cut by my mother can be sold, and my mother finally breathes a sigh of relief.
From then on, as long as she saw a suitable strip of oak, my mother tried her best to get it back. On my way home from school, I saw a suitable strip of oak, and I managed to get out of the crowd of classmates, squatting alone in the bushes, pinching off the strip with my hands, removing the leaves, and quietly getting the strip back. This sirl bar holds my hopes, but at the same time it leaves my sorrows. My mother often sighed: "Other people's silk and satin threads are treasures, and our oak strips are treasures." "Many classmates are not cheap, and Wuling clothes and horses are light and fat. "There is more closeness to the sirr, less than the inferiority complex compared with the squirting children, I understand that the ordinary also has greatness, and the feeling of being fun with the sirrish when I was a teenager is gone, but I have an intimate feeling of the sirrish and a grateful mentality.
Usually, people's living space is centered on me and drawn around with money as the radius. In the past few years, the neighbors have solved my tuition fees by looking at the small price and short profit of the sirwood strips, and I understand that a drop of water can become a big river, and everyone is also competing to cut the sirwood strips, so the resources are tense, and my mother has to seize the free time to cut the sirwood strips across the border. When the mother was sweating and looking in the bushes, an elderly woman stood behind her mother, with a calm face and a fierce look in her eyes, and scolded: "Why are you shameless? Come to my mountain to steal firewood!" The mother accompanied the smiling face and said, "You are not allowed to smoke the sticks of wood, I just don't smoke them." "My mother led me back, and I could see that my mother was pretending to be smiling, but her eyes were full of tears.
The sirl strips bear not only the sweat of her mother, but also the marks of her enduring humiliation.
"Far books cherish He Zengda, and the old things are bleak and unhearable. In Japan, the children all grew up, and the relatives and friends of the past were half withered. "When people get old, they are a little nostalgic, when they come to their hometown, they think of their old people, and most of them have been dispersed, and their grievances and grievances are also ethereal with the disappearance of the body, and they will never return to the original point of their first life. But this strip of oak grows year after year, year after year, and flourishes day after day. But as soon as I see it, I always hold its "hand", touch its "head", and hold it to my chest with my hand, like a brother who has been reunited after a long absence. Yes, without the unhesitating dedication of the shackle strips, I would still be living in the black hole of knowledge that is difficult to understand in the long night.
My mother is my eternal memory, but the sirl sticks told me like a brother: my mother studied with me, and she will always be grateful to Meng's mother's "choice of neighbors and three moves".
Ah, the ordinary oak tree, my eternal thoughts, eternal nostalgia.