I know there are some people who love mountains in the mountain village where I grew up, and I know the influence of mountains on a person. The good influence is that mountains make a person deep and energetic, and look at things in a very traditional and safe way; The downside is that things happen almost every day in the mountains. Over time, people will lose their cool in the face of crisis, and the quiet leisure in the mountains will become lazy for some people, as well as the gloom and various voices in the mountains. The fantasy of the ancients outside will make them feel that everything outside is terrible.
? Some of them began to believe in the outside world, while others were still struggling in the land. The legend about how much wealth is buried in those lands has been remembered by them so far. Mr. Feng Shui always finds their treasure in such a winding place. They still believe in this land, and one day people who go out to work will come back with wealth, and wealth is honor. Among those who come back from work, the outside world is wonderful and full of struggle. Everyone is chasing their own money. Villagers who didn't adapt to that kind of struggle at first quickly mastered the tricks inside and began to earn the first bucket of gold in their lives. At this time, some people began to panic and regret it, but when they were old, the only way was to ask Dashan for help.
? They began to cut down the trees in the mountains skillfully, as if all the sparse cutting in the past was just waiting for this moment. They are grateful for Dashan, but they are a little anxious. Some people began to cut down the mountains of people who went out to work and sell them as their own firewood. And some people pin their hopes on their children, hoping that the land of feng shui can give future generations more wisdom and wisdom, and then get more wealth. They are patient, they wait, year after year, the world has undergone earth-shaking changes, they finally despair, finally wake up, and guide the bosses who invest in Dashan to plan and prepare to create wealth on them. But they were disappointed in the end. The rugged mountains made the developers lose patience, and finally they decided to give up the land.
On the contrary, those lazy people finally spent the era of their parents' struggle with a leisurely attitude. They don't have to face outside comments. Although they know that poverty has damaged their reputation, they don't have to think about it. It's just that they can't stand that kind of loneliness except sleeping, burning incense and worshiping Buddha every day. Occasionally, people come back to visit their home, but they can't make tea or taste fruit, which is inevitable. What they fear most is that someone will disturb their quiet life.
? They always enjoy themselves when they are alone, and they can find a kind of happiness in it, which is the only place they can compare with those who leave here. They despise those who are bent on finding wealth and opportunities in the mountains. They like this mountain. Although they don't have much spiritual support, they just lie in a gentle place on the ridge and look up at the sky every day, watching birds and insects flying around the mountain and watching cattle barking from time to time. Everything is so comfortable. They can think of the joys they used to have here, the interesting things that happened with the people who have left, and find one or two fresh stories from this familiar land from time to time, or the figure of a hermit in the sunset at leisure. Although they don't understand the hermit's heart and the beauty of those poems, they just walk and feel that there will be a song-like music under their feet.
When I was very young, the water in our place was very clear and crystal clear. Sometimes when we are really thirsty, we drink water in the river. At that time, the river was still abundant, and there were often some small fish in the river. Several playmates often pile up the place with stones and mud and then catch fish in it. There are big fish in those ditches, too. When I was in junior high school, I began to learn to fish. I made some small hooks and ran to someone else's fish pond while it was raining. I happily hung the dug loach on the hook and started fishing. Sometimes I can catch a few fish, but it is not easy to bring them back at that time, so I have to put them in my own fish pond wisely. Every year during the Spring Festival, I always want to go to the pond after the water is released. Which fish did I catch and put back?
? Looking back on that night eight years ago, everything seemed destined to fall apart, but I didn't find this sign. At that time, my uncle, my uncle, and my family always had dinner together during the Spring Festival, and we discussed all kinds of beautiful ideas about the future. But that year, the uncle family didn't come back for the New Year, and the uncle family was ready to leave. My father still has deep feelings for the countryside. That night, I saw my uncle and my father chatting in the room, as if they had something to say. They smoked one cigarette after another. This is the last time I remember them having such a long conversation.
? There are only three of the seven families left here. Say the reason, or because of poverty. When I was a child, I heard from my father that Taihe's rare earth business was very profitable. I walked from my father to that place for four or five days, made some money, and began to take my relatives in the mountain village slowly. Almost all parents are related to this profession. My father used to be a small mine owner, but later he made some money and wanted to dig gold mines, but he lost. It was five or six years before I returned to that place. No one knows that if it weren't for his relatives, his father wouldn't have to suffer so much. Father's character is silent and tolerant, and many worries are hidden in his heart.
Not long after, another family here, who I want to ask my brother to work with my father, died of illness. Four children were born at home, avoiding family planning inspectors all day. At that time, I thought family planning was a terrible thing, and everyone was scared to death by these people. The concept that men are superior to women in the village remains unchanged, so one child and two children are born constantly, and when someone comes, they go to places in the mountains and forests. After the death of my brother, the fertility of these children became a problem, so some villagers introduced blind dates and remarried to another village far away. The family has been gone since then, and their house collapsed after a heavy rain. I saw a child of that family in that village several times. When I greeted him, he seemed to have forgotten the place where he once lived. He didn't remember me or the village. I was puzzled and gave birth to a sad mood.
My uncle's family bought a house in the suburbs of the county and then moved out. So is our family. From the year my mother died, we began to prepare to move out, built a house in the center of the town and moved out of here. Only on the Mid-Autumn Festival will we be there and be full of awe for the ancestors of the mountains here. I wonder if their dreams are hidden there. If not, what else? The ancestral temple in my hometown finally collapsed because of the wind and rain, so everyone paid for it and went there to burn incense every year. I don't understand why these old people are so attached to this place when they leave. Until now, my father said that if they were old, they would go back to that place, herd cattle or farm land, and it would be better to die of old age. The outside world is full of helplessness and risks for them, and now they know how much peace the remoteness of their hometown gave them when they were young.
Almost every family here has a new house outside, and the economy is constantly developing, but it is also slowly losing. Now, when we meet, we are not as enthusiastic as before. We always feel that we are in it, with a temptation and a comparison. I always find this conversation very uncomfortable. The big era drives them unconsciously. They don't know why they need these things, just because everyone needs them. That's it. I still care Sometimes I think of how happy everyone was when I was a child, and there were not so many comparisons and calculations. Even if there is, it makes us feel very understandable. There is no need to talk about old sesame seeds and rotten millet now. We finally succeeded in getting rid of it. This place has been given a new name by most people-hometown.
When old age is approaching, some people who have left have already begun to miss that place. Some people have spent a lot of money to rebuild their houses in that small valley. With the rapid development of economy, some mountain forests have been cut down. They began to think of a path covered by loess now, the grass on the road, and the cattle when they were children. It all looks so beautiful now. Moreover, this paradise is now full of thorns, and there is no laughter. Only during the Spring Festival and Tomb-Sweeping Day, scattered people will think of the ancestral temple that needs to be enshrined there. People go out from here, go deep into the world and start another struggle. One day, when they come back, they are strangers, and vicissitudes and nostalgia can't change the mountains and rivers. However, the days go on and life is still struggling. It is true that the future is bright and the road is tortuous. Just keep the mountains and rivers in your heart for the time being.
? The river that flowed day and night in my dream is almost dry now, and I don't know how to change it back to its original appearance. I always look for it with the sound of running water in my heart, but I never see the original appearance. A new generation of children no longer miss that place, and social competition makes them lose themselves. Maybe their ancestors had ulterior motives when they chose this mountain a long time ago. I spent most of my first half of my life here, which made me deep and heavy. I like to think about some important issues in my life, but it also makes me superficial. I am often dissatisfied with half a bottle of water, and sometimes I look at things with the special caution of mountain children.
Now it seems that time has taken away not only old things, but also feelings for people. With the passage of time, I can understand the people here more and more. After listening to the story of my grandfather's ancestors coming to this place for the first time, I realized that the original ancestors hated the disputes between brothers, loved his wife and longed for a quiet life, which made him decide to move. There must be a reason for choosing this land in the end, but we abandoned it in the end.
? I went back to my hometown and slept in the old house for one night. At that time, my mother died, my father went out to work, and my two sisters got married. I am alone in the old house, and other villagers are always worried about whether I will have problems. That night, I recalled everything about here, and for a moment, my thoughts suddenly stopped. Suddenly, I heard the swish of leaves in front of my hometown being blown by the wind at night. I have heard this voice since I was a child. At that time, I was very smart and learned to listen to sounds and adjust my breathing. What I am thinking about now is some kind of natural love for nature, which has long been rooted in my heart. I listened to the wind and felt that there were infinite languages in it. The mountains and rivers in my hometown have a smart atmosphere, and I can intuitively hear the words of those ancestors from these mountains and rivers.
? Anyway, I have too many memories here, especially for them. I only hope that in the future, we can see the end of the years and we will not grow old. I also thought that maybe our ancestors knew the unwilling lonely ambition buried in our hearts. They moved to this deep forest in the hope of preserving some beautiful essence of the family and living a simple and pure life. Later, because of the wind direction of the whole society, everyone was pushed to the outside world. Because I grew up here, everything here is still slow compared with the speed of change outside. I am getting farther and farther away from home after school, but I will have an inferiority complex of being born in the countryside. Later I learned that I didn't have to do this at all. How fast the world develops depends on how I look at it.
For those of us who try to leave here and eventually run away from home, the only thing worth discussing is the brother who has no wife and doesn't like to go out. My brother is lying on the hillside, and the sun shines obliquely on his face. He closed his eyes and let the wind gently blow his sloppy coat and dark beard. At this moment, I seemed to see his life and the end of his life. He just lay there, and every gust of wind was so cool. Although he didn't know there was a higher meaning in his life.