This year's Spring Festival, after returning to Qianjiang, I went to visit my cousin Jiu Guijie. Together with my cousin Happiness, I went to the grave of Brother De and burned paper and incense to pay tribute to my cousin who I worshipped when I was a teenager. Brother De died last year due to a brain tumor, he is my maternal uncle and brother-in-law, and his father is my father's brother-in-law. My great uncle only has one son, Brother De, and a few years ago, my aunt and uncle died one after another, and Brother De is the closest person in our family. De da is his scientific name, and when we were young, we always called him by his nickname: Dingge. The adults called him Ding'azi (Baby). Ding Ge Ding Azi at that time is now also an old man of about 65 years old, with a son and two daughters under his knees, and if he does not die, it is the time when he is pregnant with sun. Unfortunately, God did not bless people, Dingge died after more than a month of illness last year.
When I was a child, the family I came into contact with more was Dingge, and the brother-in-law's side was my cousin Brother (Gong Shumin). When I was a child, I looked forward to the winter and summer vacations. At that time, we lived on the farm, more than 30 miles away from my hometown, and as soon as the holidays came, I clamored to go back to the old house, the purpose of which was to go to play with Brother Ding and Brother Chang. In the summer, you can fish and catch fish, herd cattle and mow grass; in the winter vacation, you can participate in fried lotus leaf dumplings and listen to stories. That was exactly fifty years from the 1960s. There are buses to the farm in the county seat, two times a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and the fare is 50 cents. The county seat is about five miles away from our hometown of Moshi, and the name of the hometown at that time was: the twelfth team of the Moshi Brigade of Moshi Commune, Sanjiang District, Qianjiang County. Out of the east gate of the county town, through the Xutai Gate, along a winding embankment to the east, the embankment is lined with rice fields and ponds, in the summer pond is full of red and white lotus flowers, the water surface is floating with round and thick diamond horn vines with green diamond horns, the water is covered with chicken head bud leaves as large as an umbrella cover, fish swim in the clear water, farmers work in the fields, shepherd boys ride on buffalo and hum small songs happily. We walked along the embankment to Qianjiatai, and then walked three or five hundred meters to the southeast, and when we got off the embankment, we arrived at my uncle's house. Uncle's house is only one or two miles away from the uncle's house, the seat is facing east, there is a small river facing north and south under the slope of the doorway, it is also full of lotus leaves and aquatic grasses and the like, the water is green and lush, it seems to be deep, in fact, it is more than one person deep. To the west of the river is a road leading to Ganjiatai. On the west side of the road is our ancestral house, and walking more than ten meters along the west side of the road is a staircase made of stone strips, about two meters high, and climbing the ladder is a larger house. I have the impression that the hall house is not large, but there is a patio after entering the house, the house is very tall, the main house is dragged and the house is in the middle of the building, there are many rooms, very shabby. Listening to my father, this house was still built in the hands of Qi Xu's father. I guess that at the latest, it should also be the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the People's Republic, when it was ready to build three in and three out, because Han Yin's father did not do the right thing and gambled, and did not obey, and the wang family father (Mrs. Qi Xu's father) was angry, saying that Lao Tzu was worthy of him, and he did not cover it. The house is made of wood except for the small green tiles on the roof. Under each wooden pillar is cushioned with stone, and the stone has a round, diamond-shaped shape, which we call Shuangdun. The drum skin and the attic board are all pine and fir. That patio, in particular, impressed me more. When it rains, watching the rain flow down the moss on the corrugated tiles, when the sky is clear, you can see the blue sky and white clouds and the sun from the patio of the house, what excitement and joy! Father said that after the old house was built, Mr. Gan Pengyun, a great scholar in Qianjiang, also inscribed a plaque for Wang Laopa (Mrs. QiXu's father), carved from wood, hung in the lobby, and later the old house demolished this plaque and put it on the attic, and finally did not know whereabouts. Our ancestors immigrated to Qianjiang from Jiangxi during the Ming Hongwu period, and the first ancestor who came to Qianjiang was called Xiang Li, who gave birth to four sons, Dragon, Feng, Qi, and Lin, and four big houses. We are the second house, passed down to Shu Nan Daddy is the tenth generation, Shu Nan Daddy's son is called Xiang Lamb, Xiang Lamb has two sons, called Qi Xing, Qi Xu, Qi Xing Father has two sons, Han Jin Han Yin, Qi Xu Father has no descendants, so, the Han Yin was passed on to Qi Xu Father. After that, Han Jin's father had no descendants, and Han Yin's father gave birth to a son and a daughter, a son Ting Yue, a daughter of two yuan, and later married the Gan family. Ting Yue married a girl from the Chen family, and later became blind, and her father called him a blind father for generations. Mr. Chen Chuliang, the younger brother of the blind father (my great-grandmother), is a famous local talent. Ting Yue's father died, and more than a month later, Chu Liang's uncle went to Xiang's house to sit in the museum, and also wrote a memorial to Ting Yue's father. The link is: Shanglian: I belong to Lang's uncle, I did not see his illness in life, and he did not care about his coffin when he died, and the two lines were one after another, and he was ashamed to hang too late. Downlink: The brother is a mikoto, there is no fear of misfortune on the outside, no worries about the inside, everything is gone, although he is dead and alive. My father had experienced this picture, so I still remember it vividly. Father said that in fact, Chu Liang's father also wrote a lot of good articles, which were once recited in the township, but unfortunately, the time was long, and my father did not remember some of them. Ting Yue's father (my great-grandfather) was a well-known squire at that time, known as Ting Yue Grand Master. He has six sons and one daughter, Sifu, Sigui, Sikang, Sining, Sixue, and Siquan, and the daughter is called Angu. His father was the son of Changfang Sifu, who was passed on to Erfang Sigui. In my grandparents, I have only seen my grandmother and my second stepfather and my fifth father and father. Nothing else has been seen. It is said that the family tree of the Xiang clan was continued in the hands of Qi Xu's father, and it has been twelve generations since Xiang Li's father passed on from Qi Xu's father to the Qi Xu family from Jiangxi. The genealogy of the family is always traced back to the ancestor of the Xiang clan, Xiang Shu, the middle to the Wei and Jin Dynasties, to the Xiang Minzhong xiang empress of the Song Dynasty, and the same lineage continues to this day. And reformulated the ancestral hall and ancestral tablets. The arrangement of the generations is a five-word poem: "Han Ting Si Shi De, Jin Dynasty Zhen Jia Sheng." Yugo only Zhongzheng, Hikari in Jieying", "From Kaixu Daddy to my generation has been six generations. My ancestors are no longer alive, they have turned to dust and are buried in this land forever. When I saw the old house, the house had been demolished in half by the five fathers Siquan, Peach Grandpa, and Guiye (the son of the fourth grandfather Sining) and went to make a house elsewhere. Grandpa Xiang Siquan (幺父) My grandfather had six brothers, my father ranked sixth, Qianjiang called his father and grandfather, and his grandparents called his father) One family lives in the north, and the uncle's family lives in the south, and the two families can communicate with each other. Further south is the house of the five fathers, and to the north is a bamboo forest that goes all the way to the back of the house, which is very large. To the west of the bamboo forest lives the family of the third master (third uncle). During the Cultural Revolution, when my hometown was engaged in the construction of new rural areas, the century-old houses were torn apart and then disappeared, and now, I don't even know where the roof terrace is.
The uncle's family only had one only son, Dingge, who was very smart when he was a child, and I admired him very much. Every time I go back, I ask him to tell me stories, and then I come back to tell them to my classmates, but unfortunately these stories have been forgotten now. Uncle Da served as the party secretary of the production brigade for many years, but he did not get Dingge out of the countryside, so Dingge was still insane for a period of time, and only after he got married and had children and established a family did he settle down. He smiled as he spoke, and often some rustic quip came out of his mouth. He studied carpentry, and Xiaodong Xiaoxi's furniture and repair were all. When I was a child, I had the impression that he was a seventy-three line. Unfortunately, the good people did not live long, and unfortunately died young last year. Father's family has two sons, Uncle Se Yoon and Uncle Se Ping, and we call their nicknames Middle-Aged Xiao (Ye) and Jiannian Xiao (Grandpa). Middle-aged children (grandpa) and Jiannian xiao (grandpa) like to play and sing, erhu flutes are made by themselves, blowing and pulling up as melodious and gentle, very beautiful. I also heard about it and learned some of it. Later, the middle-aged grandfather became a teacher, and now retired to enjoy the old age, Jiannian grandpa is still running for life, working everywhere. Now, I occasionally return to my hometown, touch the scenery, think of the old house and the old man, a faint sourness will come to my heart, although the times have changed, the vicissitudes of the sea, but at that time, the life of the house, the person in the house will never be forgotten. That scene was a bit like mr. Lu Xun described in "The Young Leaping Earth". Unfortunately, decades have passed, and those scenes and characters are gone. All that remains of us is deep nostalgia.