Hometown is the place where each of us grew up, which contains our memories and thoughts, so the distant hometown will always exist in our memories and will not be forgotten in our minds for a long time. Let's read about things and people in our hometown together.
Things in my hometown Before those people left my hometown, I often stood at the foot of the ancient camphor tree and overlooked the whole village. I saw the old houses on both sides of the ancestral hall next to each other, black and wrinkled, and the narrow alleys were covered with green slates. At any time, adults are rushing to fetch water and firewood, and children are chasing and frolicking. In a village of less than 5,000 square meters in Fiona Fang, there are actually more than 100 families. Although the old houses have different orientations and shapes, they are all blue bricks and tiles, wooden doors and windows, the same wall, close to each other, and nine lanes and eight lanes collude with each other. All this shows that villagers and neighbors are interdependent, hand in hand and live in harmony.
"A wisp of solitary smoke is thin, and a hundred firewood flames are high." It seems that more than 500 years ago, I vaguely saw the old man Fuzu, who was over 50 years old, coming here from the "Bird's Nest" dozens of miles away with his two sons Jin Shou and Jin Hou and all his belongings. In order that a small root of Liang could grow into a leafy tree, they chose this land of geomantic omen and built a village by the lake. My brother Jin Shou lives in Dongcuo, and my brother Jin Hou lives in Xicuo. Brothers care for each other, and children and grandchildren accompany each other. They are getting closer and closer, and they depend on each other. Interdependence, interdependence has experienced several generations and gradually became a habit. The custom of the whole village has become a custom handed down from generation to generation. Old houses are naturally built in groups, with more than a dozen households in one lane and alleys connected to each other. In a narrow alley, only one person can carry a load of firewood, for fear that if the alley is too big, it will wedge into something else and block their connected blood vessels.
On a moonless night, the village is quiet and lonely. In order to save oil for lighting, the villagers rushed home after sunset, busy cooking, eating and washing, and turned off the lights to sleep as soon as it got dark. On the night of the full moon, the restless hearts of children are already overwhelmed. As long as one person shouts in the alley, children from all walks of life, big or small, boys and girls, will rush out. In the alley, in the alley and in front of the ancestral hall, children are playing everywhere, and the whole village is boiling. Starlight and moonlight deliberately stay on the blue ripples and pour on the calm lake. At this moment, the red lake, the village, the old house, the same sky, the same color, in the looming trade-off, has become the painting of butterfly in the village. In his works, the old house in the moonlight is like a silkworm room, and people are like silkworm treasures. The combination of one layer and another layer is very harmonious. An ancient village is integrated with heaven and earth, and beautiful pictures vividly retain the appearance of the village and the appearance of the old house.
Crops harvest one after another, children come out one by one, and the popularity of the village grows stronger every year. When the tree is divided, so are the children. These grown-up children can no longer be accommodated in this small old house. Although some people began to build houses outside, the old houses remained. With the arrival of the new century and the new millennium, the spring breeze of reform has also blown into this ancient village. The old house has lost its old appearance and been replaced by rows of buildings in the new village. The same structure, the same specifications, 100 buildings are neatly arranged, which seems very imposing, but I can't find the kindness and attachment of the old house. Nowadays, elderly people often go to the ancestral hall and recall their old houses. Every time I talk to people, I lament, and the ancient villages and houses have become helpless memories. ...
Some time ago, I went back to my hometown and talked to Brother Hongsheng and Brother Jinsong about my old house field. They still have a very clear memory of whose home and what kind of building it is, which brings me closer to the ancient village where I lived as a child.
From top to bottom, on the west side of the ancestral hall is Uncle Guang's home. Now Uncle Guang's house is the foundation of Uncle Guang's house, which is very small, just a long room, all made of adobe. There is a narrow alley in front, opposite the houses of Brother Xianbo and Brother Wenxue, and the houses of Uncle Guangdou and Sifengpo are taken back to their houses. Sifengpo's house is made of wood, which is unique and ancient. Next to it is an alley. To the west of the alley are Uncle Guangwei and Uncle Guang Jun's houses, and next door is Uncle Guangsi's house. In front of this row of houses is a narrow alley, and in the south are the houses of brother Jinsong, brother Liang Xige and father Liang Shu. Corresponding to their houses are uncle Guangben, brother Xue Jun, brother Liang Guangge, father Gengcai and aunt Lihua. There is a north-south alley between the two rows of houses. Further west, there are two rows of houses facing each other in an alley. From north to south, there is a clearing next to my friend's uncle's house in the east of the alley, which was left by the demolition of my third grandfather's ancestral home in Guangfeng. The house of Xian 'an and Fan Cai's father in the horizontal direction is uncle Guangzao's house in the south. From north to south, to the west of the alley is my grandfather's grandfather, and next door is uncle Guangjin's home. There is a gate between Uncle Guang Jin and Uncle Shi Guang. When you enter it, there is an alley, surrounded by my third father's house and Uncle Guang Geng's house. On the south are uncle Guangkai's house and uncle Guanglun's house. There is also a gate between them and an alley inside. The alley is surrounded by the houses of Uncle Huo Guang and Uncle Guangchang ... Under the description of Brother Hongsheng and Brother Jinsong, the old house in my hometown gradually becomes clear in my mind. Unfortunately, the old house that lasted for hundreds of years was demolished. I don't know whether it's regret or helplessness. It's just a simple description in words and a simple description of the childhood village in pens. At that time, every family was very small, and we were like silkworm babies living in a matchbox, warm, happy and happy.
Those things and people in my hometown 2 My hometown is in the southwest of Zhungeer Banner, Inner Mongolia, at the junction with northern Shaanxi, which is a typical mountainous area. Because there are two peaks standing side by side on a beam, it is named double mountain beam.
Shuangshanliang area is very remote because of the ups and downs of ditches, far from the traffic jams in cities and towns. This special natural condition and humanistic environment gave birth to the unique customs of this area. The natural living habits and hobbies of simple hometown people make me unforgettable after leaving my hometown for decades.
Full of sour fruit.
Shuangshanliang is known as "the hometown of flowers and fruits". Indeed, the fruits produced in that area not only have many colors and varieties, but also have a large output. There are mainly red purple, begonia, Shaguo, Penang, sour Xinger, peach and so on. Those fruit trees are very drought-tolerant. Because they are deeply rooted, they can absorb groundwater below two or three meters. At the same time, the crown is low, and the branches cover down, almost covering the ground. In addition, dense branches and dense leaves can resist wind and sand. Another advantage is that you don't choose the land, and you can plant both fat and thin. These characteristics can just adapt to the natural conditions of barren land, drought and little rain, windy and sandy in this area. So it was planted in large quantities by local people. Before and after every household, there are three, five, ten and eight fruit trees everywhere in the ravine and canyon. The green onions are flourishing and look very gratifying.
When the fruit is ripe in autumn, every household, regardless of adults, children, men, women and children, will go out together, carrying baskets, carrying baskets, and "laying fruits" in the fruit field one by one. In that orchard, the shadows are swaying, the fruit is overflowing, and people are laughing. That scene is really intoxicating and fascinating!
All the fruits produced in this area have a strong sour taste. At first glance, it looks sour and astringent, which makes your mouth water. I ate a few and tasted them carefully. I felt sour and sweet, and there was a strange smell. So you will eat one by one under the goodwill of the host "you eat you eat". The locals are more delicious and often never tire of eating.
In autumn, after the fruits are collected, many people always keep some for their own use, except for some that are transported to the market for sale. Among all fruits, the output of sea neutrons is the highest. Because its fruit is hard and not easy to rot, many people have to store it in large quantities, so they can eat fresh sea red all winter and early spring next year. The storage method is generally put in your own yard and covered with sorghum straw. Many people also pick out the big ones with deep red color and put them in porcelain jars, spray a small amount of white wine, and then paste some pieces of hemp paper on the jar mouth with some clay to seal the jar mouth, which is called "drunken sea red". "Drunken sea red" is delicious, sweet and sour, crisp and delicious. In winter and spring, relatives and friends come to our house as guests. When chatting or before and after tea, the host family will pinch a plate of frozen sea red or drunk sea red to entertain them.
Villagers also have the habit of cutting fresh fruits into petals, drying them and eating them dry. During the fruit harvest season, many people will hang various fruit petals on the beams and nail the internal and external walls. The red and yellow flowers are dazzling and interesting! The fruit petals are dry, sweet and sour, chewed slowly, fragrant and memorable. It is a delicious food often eaten by women and dolls who like snacks, and it is also a good product that pregnant women can't wait. When people visit relatives and friends, they will never forget to bring some dried fruits and apricots to their friends and relatives in other places.
Mimi sour rice is delicious.
My hometown is mainly glutinous rice, mostly millet. The staple food is millet ground from millet. Because there is a serious shortage of water in that place, it is difficult to eat vegetables, so I made glutinous rice into sour rice. Because eating sour rice is not just a dish, you can not only eat it, but also enjoy it. Generally speaking, there are sour rice and pot-stewed vegetables at noon, sour porridge in the morning and at night. To cook sour rice, wash the rice first, then pour it into a porcelain jar filled with sour pulp and cook it for four or five hours. Wash the sour rice out of excess slurry soup before cooking, and then put it in a boiling water pot to cook. After cooking, it is called sour rice, also called sour porridge or sour porridge.
Eating sour rice is the eating habit of hometown people without exception. "Every family has a rice cooker, and every meal is inseparable from eating sour rice" is its true portrayal. Every time you go to a family, you can see the rice bowl lying on the kang next to the pot table at a glance.
"When I saw my sister standing beside me in my sleep, I reached out and hugged a rice paste jar." When boys sing folk songs, they all think of the rice paste jar on their kang, which shows how important it is in people's lives!
The habit of eating sour rice for generations has made women here have good experience and skills in cooking sour rice. They put the rice paste pot next to the pot table, neither too hot nor too cold. Wipe the outside of the pot clean, and remove the foam in the rice paste soup at any time to avoid any pollution. At the same time, no matter how busy your business is, don't forget to stir the rice paste pot with chopsticks at noon and afternoon to keep the rice paste soup active and prevent it from going bad. There is a local saying that "if you want to know whether a woman is hardworking or lazy, look at her job first". Whether the rice bowl is well managed has become a sign to measure whether the hostess is diligent or not.
The sour rice cooked by women in my hometown is full, sweet and sour, pure in taste and without any peculiar smell. They have a trick to make sour porridge, that is, when the rice is about to rot, put the spoon head into the boiling porridge pot and stir it back and forth quickly, making a "beep beep beep" sound. Scoop the porridge into the basin and cover it while it is hot. The sour rice made in this way tastes sharp and delicious, which makes people want to eat.
Eating sour rice can quench your thirst. At noon on a hot summer day, people who came back from work in the hillside ravine were thirsty and thirsty. After taking the door, I took out the sour soup basin left after dinner and "tut" drank half a basin of cold sour rice soup, which immediately quenched my thirst and made me feel refreshed! Then I went to the kang and ate two bowls of soaked rice and stewed cabbage with relish. After eating and drinking enough, wiping your mouth and sweating, you can lie on the luggage behind you and touch your round belly. You feel indescribable comfort all over. This is the honor of the people in your hometown!
Optimistic and open-minded villagers
Hometown is vast and sparsely populated, and the land is mostly in ravines and bays. People work alone in the ravine all day, so it's rare to see each other, and they feel lonely and bored. Perhaps it is for this reason that people are particularly cordial when they meet. They always make a few jokes and jokes, and it takes a while to "scold" before they start talking seriously.
To outsiders, the people here are particularly "monkey-like". Many farmers in that place like to speak in vivid language, and what they say is very "literary". Most of them can't speak rhetoric terms at all, but they can use metaphors, personification and exaggeration freely. For example, he likes to make fun of others, regardless of his actual situation, he will take part in whatever others do, and some people will say, "You have to put your leg in when you see someone burn someone to death!" " . Once, two people were building a wall with stones. One of the walls took a stone handed from under the wall and put it where it was to be built. He looked around and patted his thigh: "Hey, the man with a back pot married a pregnant wife and still riveted!" " Even some serious topics can be interesting from their mouths. Once, everyone talked about the situation in the big pot rice period, saying that people at that time were not in the mood to do a good job in collective fields and the harvest was not good. Someone said: "At that time, when the grass was growing in the ground, Xin Wei, a crop, only hid in the grass forest to enjoy the cool and rest, and never thought about growing taller. How can there be a good harvest? "
Shuangshanliang is a poor mountain village with poor natural conditions, but the people there are still happy, and they maintain an optimistic and open-minded character. The land there is either in the ravine or on the hillside. In spring, the dung should be carried to the ground along the steep mountain road, and the cut crops should be carried back to the yard in autumn. Most of the grass for animals has to be cut from the deep ditch and transported back. Take water from a ditch a few miles away. These are all hard work. I still shudder when I think of the bitter taste of carrying a backpack that summer: at noon in the scorching sun, I tied the cut grass with hemp rope, carried the rope on my shoulder, and began to climb the hillside with a grass back weighing nearly 100 kilograms. The hemp rope was deeply pulled into the meat, and I felt sore all over. I was hot and tired, and the sweat on my head dripped to the ground. I really can't stand it. I want to have a rest, but I can't find a place to put my back because of the steep slope. I had to bend my back to 90 degrees, bounce the grass back to catch my breath, and then start moving up the slope bit by bit. It's really miserable! But the villagers don't seem to care much about this. When I go back to the yard, I put the grass on my back or the pole on my shoulder. As soon as I got out of the gate, I "shook" a folk song and played a joke on everyone. Friends and relatives from other places often ask inexplicably: You have suffered so much in one day, why aren't you worried at all? "Sorrow can zha of? This is the only condition here. No matter how hard and tired we are, we still have to live. If you keep worrying, isn't it killing people? " The villagers answered this way.
This is the philosophy of life of hometown people. They do not sigh, but live happily. They try to have some fun for themselves and go to their rich places.
The traffic in that area is inconvenient and the cultural life is extremely poor. It is rare for villagers to see a movie and a play all the year round. As long as someone in the village heard that there was a troupe in Wuziwan, Halazhai and other small counties 20 miles away, acting or showing movies on Channel 2, the news spread all over the village immediately. On the evening of the performance, the young wives and daughters in the village, even some women and children, hurried home from the fields, ate in a hurry, washed their faces, changed into clothes to go out, and followed them to see the "prosperous times" in droves. Come back overnight after the performance. Talking and laughing all the way, it seems that I am not tired at all. Work in the fields as usual the next day.
Another way for young people to drown their sorrows by drinking is to tell stories and tell jokes with certain storylines. I remember a story like this: there was a cheapskate who was surprisingly stingy. Once his second aunt (cousin) came to visit his parents, and he wanted to cook him a meal. After his second aunt finished the first bowl of rice, she quickly asked, "Second aunt, how thick is that mangrove tree behind your house?" My second aunt put down the bowl chopsticks and gestured with her hand: "It's so thick." He took the opportunity to ask, "Hey, are you full?" My second aunt laughed and cried. She was embarrassed to take another bowl and said, "Yes, I'm full."
Telling stories one after another attracted bursts of laughter, adding color and fun to people's boring life!
After the 1980s, the spring breeze of reform and opening-up came to the mountains and rivers in my hometown, which opened people's minds. People's brains began to be active, and they thought of ways to get rich. After the government implemented the policy of returning farmland to forests and grasslands, all the trees and grasses were planted on the hillside, so villagers no longer had to climb mountains all day. Everyone has stepped out of the mountain ridge and integrated into the tide of market economy. Smart hometown people see the trend of diversified needs of urban people and bring their own local products into the city to sell money to make a living. In supermarkets in nearby towns and villages, fruits such as sea plum, begonia and sand fruit produced in hometown can be seen everywhere. It is said that several of my fellow villagers were hired as chefs by several big hotels in the city a few years ago, specializing in cooking special meals in their hometown. Some of them have opened their own restaurants, and they also deal in food with hometown flavor. Not far from my home, there is a "Zhunqiwei" restaurant, where I can taste the "hometown rice" such as sour rice, stew and buckwheat noodles that I am used to from snacks.