An article about hometown: Old Yard

Editor's note: The old courtyard in my hometown witnessed the living and development of our family, and witnessed the inheritance and development of a beautiful family style. Wherever I go, I will never forget the hometown where I was born and raised; No matter how old you get, you will never forget your childhood paradise and old yard. .

We habitually call the yard handed down from our hometown? Old courtyard? .

Whenever I go back to my hometown, I always go to the old yard to have a look. Old houses, broken walls, old jujube trees? Even the broken bricks piled on the wall and corner feel so familiar and kind. It can be said that every brick, tile, grass and tree here is a witness to the survival and development of our family and is the inheritance and development of a beautiful family style.

Speaking of which, the old yard is not too old. It was built by my great grandfather Tian when he was a housekeeper when he was young. No one can tell the exact year. It has existed for more than 100 years and has lived here for six generations. With the passage of time and the change of years, the old courtyard is getting older and older, more and more stories are being interpreted, and the accumulation of moral cultivation and cultural genes is getting thicker and thicker, which also makes more and more future generations get education and enlightenment, making people more concerned, cherished and nostalgic. Now, the overall pattern of quadrangles is not what it used to be? Same old? But the quadrangle, including the main old hall, is still intact, so it is called? Old courtyard? .

Now, this yard is idle. No one has lived there since the fourth uncle's family moved from here to the city 30 years ago. But no one in the family has forgotten it and is still thinking about the place where he once lived. In particular, we children of those years spent a happy childhood there and left good memories. This is the original intention of writing Old Yard.

Standing in the empty old yard, the dilapidated old house in front of me, the mottled and scarred walls barely support the leaking roof, crumbling and in jeopardy. The surrounding broken walls have lost their shielding effect, and chickens fly and dogs jump, coming and going freely, such as entering? No man's land? . Self-generated miscellaneous trees, irregularly covered with yards and branches? See the needle? The branches and leaves are intertwined, and no one will give way, scrambling to get up? Run? . That century-old jujube tree is like a weather-beaten old man, surrounded by a cluster of miscellaneous trees, shaded by shade, lacking sunshine all the year round, lacking water and fertilizer, malnutrition, rickety trunk, fine branches and luxuriant leaves, dying, no so-called lush foliage, and heavy fruits. The open space under the tree is full of wild Artemisia weeds, some of which are more than one person tall, long in spring and withered in autumn, long and dead, crop after crop. The path paved with blue bricks in the hospital is dusty and gone? All this in front of us gives people the feeling of being bare, quiet, empty and cold, which makes people feel a little bitter and chilling.

Sweep away the dust of history and pursue the years that have passed in the old home 100 years, which still makes people feel nostalgic. This is probably the kind of homesickness buried in my heart and never going out.

My great grandfather's name is Tian Huizhou, and he has three sons, the eldest son and the third son Tian, and the second son is my great grandfather Tian. Gaozu has been a farmer all his life, managing his family diligently and carefully. He is an expert in life and leads a rich life. It was a rare wealthy household in the village at that time.

Trees have big branches, and households have big points. Our extended family was divided into three parts. In other words, Gaozu's three sons set up their own doors and lived their own lives. Separation means building and managing a house. At this time, my great-grandfather has passed away, and my great-grandfather also died unfortunately. Worrying about building a house naturally fell on my great-grandfather. Raising funds, selecting sites, preparing materials, hiring craftsmen and building three houses in a row was really a great thing at that time. How hard it takes to spend money! Because my great-great grandfather is no longer alive, there are only orphans and widows in the family, so I will build it for him first. Then I will build it for my third great-grandfather's family. If you want to be big or small, don't lose the truth of being a brother. Finally, build your own. In terms of building materials, the first two are better than their own. Great grandfather? Put yourself in front of others? His noble character set an example for his family, the world and future generations, passed down from generation to generation. Today, the villagers are still full of praise when they talk about this great grandfather.

When this yard was built, my grandfather had not yet come into this world. He was born after moving to this yard. Coincidentally, my grandfather, like my great-grandfather, is three brothers. According to the local custom, my grandfather and Mr. Zhong moved from this yard to other places after they got married. Because my grandfather is the youngest of my brothers, I naturally continue to live in my hometown with my great grandfather. Since then, this yard has been supported by my grandfather Tian Yihuang? Home? . ? Old courtyard? Also became a courtyard? Dedicated? Name.

The courtyard is an ordinary farmhouse. Every day, I accompany my family to see off the stars, greet the sunrise at dawn, work at sunrise, and rest at sunset, month after month, year after year. This family lives a safe and happy life. Perhaps it is the change of social history or the perception of life that has quietly changed the traditional thoughts and concepts of family members. My great-grandfather did an earth-shattering event in this yard? Start a school. This is the first time in the village! For an illiterate cultivator, this is an unprecedented move. Make room, set tables and chairs, invite teachers, run the first and only school in the village, and set a precedent for private education in the village. In the simple courtyard filled with the fragrance of earth all year round, there came the voice of reading. My grandfather, Sir Zhong, father, uncle and other generations, as well as some school-age children in our village and neighboring villages, have all studied and received education in this school and become one of the few in the village? Cultural person? , benefit for life. Not only that, but also opened a generation of style of study and updated people? Oriented by agriculture? Traditional ideas. Affected by it, more and more people are studying in the village.

Although his great-grandfather was illiterate and uneducated, he was an out-and-out farmer, but in his long-term practice of farming and raising horses, he explored and accumulated many methods and experiences in diagnosing and treating livestock diseases, especially mule and horse diseases. He can diagnose common diseases of livestock, so people often bring animals to him for treatment. He only treats livestock, not selling drugs for profit. If it can be handled simply, handle it in time and never charge others a penny. If you need medicine, send someone to the drugstore to buy it. Often when livestock get sick and can't excrete feces, my great-grandfather will take off his sleeves, put his hand in the ass of the livestock and pull it out bit by bit. Even in the cold winter. Some animals need to observe their illness, so they are tied to my yard for investigation, and sometimes they are fed forage until their illness is found out. It can be said that great-grandfather saved countless animals in his life.

Surprisingly, this very ordinary farmhouse is inextricably linked with the overall situation of the China revolution. /kloc-in the summer of 0/947, China People's Liberation Army made a long-distance leap into Dabie Mountain according to the deployment of the CPC Central Committee and Chairman Mao. Liu Deng's army crossed the Yellow River in the south, from Mamuji in Yucheng in the east to lankao county in the west, crossed the Longhai railway line and advanced into Dabie Mountain. One night in early August, the troops came to the village. People don't know which team it is. They thought that the Kuomintang army had come to arrest the youth again. They hid and hid, especially young men and women, afraid to stay at home and hid in the crops outside the village. The whole village was shrouded in a thick atmosphere of fear. My family is no exception. It is said that a battalion headquarters has been stationed, with soldiers in the main hall, the east and west rooms and the yard, and sentries at the gate. They didn't have enough rice and flour when cooking on the fire, so they asked their families to help them grind the flour. They weighed all the food they used, wrote down the figures, and wrote an iou saying that the government would cash it and pay it back later. People at home saw that these soldiers were disciplined, spoke kindly, didn't fight, didn't scold, didn't kill and didn't rob, and guessed that it was the team led by the * * * production party, and the original nervousness and fear gradually relaxed. Some people even went outside the village to look for hidden family members. People have a false alarm. Only after they left did they know that this team was Liu Deng's army. After 70 years, it is still an honor to talk about the existence of the People's Liberation Army in the village.

When I remember, the old courtyard. It has basically maintained its original appearance and is a typical quadrangle in eastern Henan. Tall gatehouse, spacious gate. The east room inside the gate is a cowshed and a mill. There are two doors inside, and there is a screen wall inside. Inside is the backyard, with four houses on the east and west sides. The third hall is located in the middle of the back half of the yard, and there is a sweet jujube tree outside the window. Every time the dates are ripe, it is also the happiest time for us children to climb trees and play dates. There is a pomegranate tree outside the south window of Westinghouse, which is as green as an umbrella in spring and as red as an umbrella in summer. In autumn, pomegranate bends its branches, and when it snows in winter, it becomes a silver tree. The quiet courtyard is decorated all year round. The houses in the whole yard are tiled, covered with blue tiles and piled with beams, which is very imposing. Later, my grandfather got hepatitis and had no money for treatment, so my family had to remove the tiles in the house and sell them to treat my grandfather. The former blue tile house has become a thatched house. The fourth uncle grew up and was about to get married. His parents consciously assumed the responsibility of being the boss, worried about spending money, reopened the old hall, replaced the thatch with blue tiles, and restored the original appearance.

When I was a child, the yard was very popular. A large family of more than 20 people lived together, and even eating was a stove. At that time, there were my great-grandfather, grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, uncle, aunt, uncle, aunt, uncle, uncle, brother, cousin, cousin, sister and cousin. Four generations live under one roof. Sun Xian, the filial son, is a family heirloom. Father and son, mother-in-law, husband and wife, brother, sister-in-law and aunt respect and love each other and live in harmony. Although we underage children are from different generations, some of them are almost the same age. We eat, play and frolic together and never quarrel or fight. Family happiness is sweet and beautiful, and a harmonious family style can be passed on.

In my memory, my grandfather is the most learned man in the village. He is kind and helpful. As long as he can do it, he will do his best. At ordinary times, people at home often come to him, some write letters to him, some write invitations to him, some mediate contradictions, some consult him, and some hold weddings and funerals. In particular, writing Spring Festival couplets during the New Year keeps my grandfather busy. After eating laba rice, people came to him with red paper to write the door. Even on New Year's Eve, someone came to write to him. No matter how many things, he will not refuse. Write Spring Festival couplets, both from our own village and from other villages, regardless of distance. He cuts paper, grinds ink and writes by himself, dries it and folds it again. I can't finish writing during the day, but I can continue writing by lighting an oil lamp at night. At that time, few people could read, and they were worried that they would be posted the wrong jokes when they went back. My grandfather explained to them clearly which ones are the main rooms, which ones are the side rooms, which ones are posted on the main building of God, and which ones are posted on tables and chairs, grain depots, water tanks, cow troughs and farm tools. No matter how busy and tired I am, I am always meticulous, never scribble, and my strokes are meticulous and block letters look like copybooks. Chinese New Year is the busiest time for grandpa. Later, I realized that my grandfather wrote Spring Festival couplets, spread culture, communicated with people and devoted himself.

These are deeply imprinted in my mind and buried in the eternal memory of the old yard.

Time flies, time is old, and the spirit is not old. Great-grandfather, grandfather, grandmother, father and mother all moved from this yard to another world. Our children have long since moved away from this? Old courtyard? , far apart, according to one side. Now some have become grandparents, and their children and grandchildren are full. People will grow old from generation to generation. Old courtyard? Will get older and older, and those who are not old will be passed down from generation to generation in our family? Loyalty, filial piety, diligence, sincerity, benevolence, courtesy, wisdom and faith? Traditional virtues and family style. It is like sunshine and rain, nourishing the hearts of future generations.

My feelings with my hometown are deep and pure. What else? Old courtyard? Our feelings are sincere and eternal. Wherever I go, I will never forget the hometown where I was born and raised; No matter how old you get, you will never forget your childhood paradise and old yard. . That will always be mine? Home? .

Author | Tian Qili

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