I went back to my hometown on Mid-Autumn Festival 30 years ago, and my hometown was burned by reeds. I guessed who he was.

I went back to my hometown in the Mid-Autumn Festival a few days ago, and the scene of autumn suddenly brought me back to my youth.

I haven't slept another night in my hometown for many years.

Every time I come back, I come in a hurry and leave in a hurry.

The acceleration of work and life, except for the huge pressure of life at the age of 33, left nothing but black hair, mixed with a little white hair. In order not to worry my parents, I always say something to be proud of. In fact, my parents also know that it is not easy for me. Tossing and turning these years, I didn't make any money or save any money. The only thing left is to miss my hometown more and more, miss my hometown, and miss the people and things in my hometown.

There is an old saying in China that "a son doesn't think his mother is ugly, and a dog doesn't think his family is poor". This is rough. After a certain life experience, I found that this statement is not rough, which is the reason.

Many times, I don't have the courage to talk about my hometown. The small village where I lived when I was young was very ordinary, a village with a relatively small population more than ten miles away from Fiona Fang. Moreover, it is not a village within the administrative establishment, but is incorporated into a villager group of a large administrative village.

This village is not a tourist attraction or a thousand-year-old village. Only the land cultivated by ancestors has not left much cultural accumulation.

Li is the majority in the village. I saw a family tree when I was a child, which may be the most precious cultural relic in the village. Now, I don't know whose family tree is in it

After the death of the older generation, the younger generation will not pay attention to these things. Moreover, the married new daughter-in-law will not come to live in the village, let alone have feelings for the village. Many people may work or work in other places and are unwilling to mention that they are rural. After they settled in the city, most people pretended to be city dwellers.

My hometown lives in this village, which is located in a small village called "Mendong" in the north of Anhui Province. Today, the village has cement roads and solar street lamps. There are already dozens of families in the village. Now, there are even fewer houses built in their hometown. Because in the early years, the houses where the old people lived in the village were all facing the big ditch at the east entrance of the village, so the village was called "Mendong", which is the origin of the village name.

My family lives in the westernmost part of this village. There are three neighbors in a row of tile houses, and the west of my house is the farmland in the village.

I was born here since I was a child, so I must be the son of a farmer.

The front door of my hometown is covered with weeds and has not been cleaned for a long time. When I was a child, there was a small stone pier in front of my house. In summer, when I get up in the morning, I pick up a basin of water and put it on the stone pier to brush my teeth and wash my face.

After seeing me, my aunt herding sheep in the passing village laughed at me while driving the sheep, saying that when I grew up, I would know how to stink and brush my teeth.

I guess they didn't brush their teeth at that time.

This door in my house is an iron gate. No one in the family could drive a tractor at that time. So when my dad installed this door, it was not wide enough to get into the tractor. So there was no tractor at home, so I fed two cows at home and tied them in the yard. In summer, the gadfly bit me.

On the door of the house, my mother also installed a mirror on it. My mother is a little superstitious, as many people in the village do. I remember that this mirror was specially painted by my mother in a market not far away. Then, my little brother, who is in middle school, stepped on a stool, lived a life of cement and stuck to himself.

Sometimes when I go to school, I will stand in front of the mirror and take a look at my hair, but then I may wash my hair every three to five days, and no matter how I take pictures, it will still look like that.

The room next to this window is the room where I lived in primary school and middle school.

I have lived in this window house for more than ten years in my life. I don't know how I spent it. This room was later used by my grandmother. That rainy night, my grandmother died in this house when she was 93 years old.

The next morning, my parents dressed my grandmother in mourning.

Since then, this room has been unoccupied.

When I lived in this house as a child, there was a big wooden bed, which was very strong. I heard that my parents later found a carpenter in the village to make a bed specially.

When I was a child, I jumped up and down in bed, accidentally fell off the bed and broke my head.

At the age of seven, my grandfather died, and his coffin was buried in a field in the southwest corner of my house, less than a mile away. Later, a tall willow tree grew on the grave. /kloc-One morning when I was 0/2 years old, my family was not there when I woke up. On the bed in this room, I saw my grandfather's grave and the willow tree in the distance.

I quickly stood up, then knelt in front of my grandfather's grave and kowtowed on the bed three times, begging him to bless me to get good grades in the primary school graduation exam.

Before going to primary school, my little brother and I lived in this house for one night. I wet the bed that night. When I woke up, my little brother was still doing his homework. He saw me wet the bed and helped me change. It was a winter, and I was afraid that he would make trouble with me. As a result, he not only didn't make any noise, but also smiled and said that I was.

Then one summer vacation in primary school, he asked me to do my summer homework, and I helped him write it. He said the composition was not good and asked me to write 800 words. At that time, I was only in grade three, and I would be beaten by him if I didn't write well.

In the fourth grade, he left as a soldier and wrote to me every week. I wrote to him for three years, reporting on things at home and school, and my dream of studying. Every neighbor in the village had a fight and told him that after he became a soldier, he took a photo of Zhang Junli in XinBingLian and sent it to me. I wore a winter cotton-padded jacket until the next spring.

In the fourth grade, my family sold trees. A big brother who came to buy a tree is much older than me, estimated at 30. Tired from work, he came into the room and saw me doing my homework. I wrote a Chinese exercise book. He asked me if I knew "Li Yu" and said I had a surname. Such a famous person must know him.

After that, I wrote the name "Li Yu" in my exercise book and recited several poems by Li Yu. I can't understand them in the capital. I wonder, what does a man who comes to kill trees and buy trees know?

Many years later, when I was studying the poems of "Li Yu", I suddenly found that I was familiar with this person. God, the man who cut down trees when I was a child was a great man, but I didn't know who he was. How tiring it is for such a talented person to cut down trees in the village.

During the winter vacation of the second day of junior high school and the mid-term exam, I hid in this room every day to read the martial arts novels of Jinlong given to me by my classmates, as well as the album with my beautiful sister printed on the cover bought from the roadside stall in town. I dare not show it to adults, so I secretly watch it under the cover of my sleep. In those young and ignorant years, all my fantasies were filled.

The house in the front door of my hometown has been unoccupied for a long time. When I was a child, my parents lived in a house. One winter night, someone climbed over the wall to steal cattle, and my parents found out. My father took out an iron fork from the hall and shouted to scare the thief away, but my father didn't go out. My mother blamed my father for being timid.

Father said, if you go out and have a look, it will be difficult to talk, and there is no retreat and room. If you are considered a coward, he will hurt you more than you gain. Father decided that this was not an outsider, but it must be a thief in the village or a villager from other places. At that time, it was normal to go to the countryside to steal cattle and chickens.

Later, my mother asked my little brother to add several more layers of bricks to the corner of my house, and also built a slope with cement under the brick wall in the corner, so that others could not climb the corner in this place.

Behind the hall in my hometown, the stone foundation is cracked now. The stone-based house in this hall was built in the late 1980s.

At that time, my father, who was working in other places, saved for a long time and returned to his hometown in the countryside to build these three tile houses.

On the stone foundation of the house, the master who built the house at that time left patterns such as mountains, moons and stars.

My eldest brother once married my elder sister in this house. Before I went to school, my sister lived in the west room of the main room. At that time, my sister lit kerosene lamps at night to read and study. I first saw an English textbook under the dim kerosene lamp in her room. I didn't understand anything except the illustration of students wearing sportswear. I thought I might have to learn these things when I went to school myself in the future.

For many years, I didn't walk into this hall again, because the house became a dangerous building, and I was afraid that the house would collapse, so I smashed it in.

A few years ago, my mother used a wooden stick at the back of the house, so she supported it for fear that the house would fall down.

When I was a child, my mother once went to the market to buy a cane and cut it into several pieces. My mother is afraid that my stomach is bad and only allows me to eat two pieces. I stole two pieces while my mother was busy at the front door. Then I hid behind the house and chewed hard, and I didn't forget to look up at the front while chewing, for fear that my mother would find me.

In summer, one evening after a rain, my little brother took me to dig Qiu Chan behind the house with a shovel and went back to fry it in a frying pan, only eating the second one. Dad came back. I heard that I didn't do my homework, so my little brother took me to do it. Dad gave me a bear.

My father is very strict with me. When I was a child, my right leg was injected into the sciatic nerve by a cattle veterinarian without a medical license in the market. He opened a clinic of his own and went to his house to see a doctor. Then I stayed in the hospital for ten months. When I was in primary school, my legs were a little high and a little low. In order to correct my walking posture, my father watches me practice walking and running every night after I finish my homework. I couldn't walk well, so I hit a small piece of wood in his hand on my leg.

In the third grade of primary school, I watched the Spring Festival Evening in order to finish writing winter vacation homework as soon as possible in the winter vacation that year. My handwriting is very untidy. My father checked my winter vacation homework and saw that my handwriting was big and ugly. In fact, I wrote bigger to fill the whole blank area, so I finished my homework. When my father found out, he asked me. I lied that there was something wrong with the pen and it leaked ink.

Without further ado, my father took my pen, stepped on it, crushed it, and left a sentence:

"Words are a person's face. If you can't write well, you can't be a good person. If you can't write well, you won't be able to buy a pen tomorrow. "

Then my face turned red and I stood there for a long time before I came to my senses.

There is a line behind my house, which says, "It is good for a couple to have only one child".

At that time, my little brother was about to graduate from primary school and practiced family planning. My little brother added two stripes to the number "one".

Later, my mother came home, thinking that someone in the village was trying to fix our family. Why did she write "A couple can only have three children" on it? At that time, I had two brothers and one sister, who were not born yet.

So, there were three children at home at that time, and my brother was still young. He thinks it is wrong to write one, so how can we say that our three children are one?

Later, I was born. It seems that one spring festival, my little brother went to work, and my mother talked about it again. My little brother said he wrote it, and my mother's heart was untied for many years.

The old yard at home carries too many experiences of my childhood and adolescence. At that time, there was a cowshed and a cowshed in the west of the yard.

The water tank for feeding cattle at home is also broken.

Because before feeding the cows, you should first put the forage in the water tank to wash the grass, and then put it on the water tank to control the water.

When I was a child, I also scoured grass in the water tank and fed cows.

This water tank was later used by my mother to pickle vegetables in winter. I bought several bundles of spicy vegetables, picked them and washed them, put them in this jar, and poured a lot of salt. It seems that this salt is not the refined salt I usually eat at home, but the industrial salt. The salt crystal is very big, and then my mother puts on clean rubber shoes and steps on the spicy food in the jar. Most of the cans are full, and every time I take them out, there is mold on the top layer, so I thought, is this edible?

But this shredded pork with kimchi tastes really good.

That year, my grandmother brought my cousin to my house, and my mother fished a bag of spicy dishes for my grandmother to take back.

Another time, a distant relative of my family came to my house. It was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon when he came. Before lunch, my mother and father cooked him an appetizer, fried garlic with eggs, another spicy dish, and a salted duck pickled at home. After several months of drying, the skin was oily and hard, so my mother cooked the duck. On that day, my distant relative may have done it.

Located in the westernmost part of the village, the road in front of my house has been a dirt road for decades. Not long ago, the village was being renovated and the cement road had to be repaired.

I haven't been in the house for a long time, because my parents live in a yard behind this old house, which was built for my eldest brother to get married at that time, but my eldest brother has never lived in this house.

However, this house is still my eldest brother's.

Eldest brother's yard has been built for twenty or thirty years. My parents moved to this yard ten years ago.

When my eldest brother didn't live in the past, he put some groceries such as wheat and corn collected at home in the yard.

My brother came back from the army and lived here alone. In winter, a lot of warm light is shed from the west window of the front room, and my little brother is reading and listening to the radio in the room.

In his first month of work, he left home and no longer lived here. The first month's salary seems to be 650 yuan. He spent 480 yuan to buy me a repeater for learning English.

That afternoon, he called a neighbor in the village and asked me to wait for him at a bridge opening on Sanli Road behind the village at six o'clock in the evening. I don't know what he is doing. He has been at work for a month, and I haven't seen him. At that time, I was already in junior high school, so I rode a bike.

I waited for him there for less than 20 minutes, and then watched him ride a bike from a distance. I was given a repeater to learn English well so that I could be admitted to the university in the future. Then I asked him if he would not go home for dinner.

He said that he would go to work tomorrow, and he was afraid that he would be too late in the morning, so he rode back to the county seat and asked me to ride home by myself to pay attention to safety.

After I got the repeater that day, I rode the bicycle with a big bar and flew like a dirt road in the country, feeling that I was going to fly.

When I got home, my parents learned that my little brother gave me a repeater, so they told me to study hard and said it was a gift from your little brother. Don't let me down. I'm sorry that you don't study well.

At first, I studied English seriously, but my English teacher in a rural middle school actually scared me in the first English class of my freshman year. I remember when I was in class, he asked me

"What's your name; What's your name? "Some students in the class had several English classes in the summer vacation, so hands in the air scrambled to answer.

I didn't know anything, so I was fooled at once.

He asked me five or six times at once, and I felt very ashamed. There was nothing left.

At that time, I was in that rural primary school, with five-year program, and there was no English class at all. The new junior middle school English teacher is a male teacher who graduated from secondary school. At that moment, after I was asked, I answered his questions for three years in junior high school, and I was too nervous to speak for a long time.

So, my little brother gave me a repeater, and besides listening to English tapes, I began to buy campus folk songs and military camp folk songs on the street. At that time, I heard Xiao Ceng sing "Green Flowers in the Army" for the first time, which immediately ignited my dream of green military uniform. In that rural middle school.

I stuttered in answering questions in class until my high school. The English teacher in high school is a woman who just graduated from college. She began to speak all English, which made us even more confused. Not only am I fooled, but all the students in our class are fooled. The teacher also blames us for being "stupid".

In my sophomore year, I practiced speaking, reciting and speaking in front of the mirror.

Later, I began to answer questions and became more and more fluent. I secretly told myself, "What's so great about teachers? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid "before I get out of that level.

When I was able to answer the question smoothly, my classmates applauded me hard, which embarrassed me.

Now, my parents often come back to live in the yard of my hometown. There is also a cat and a black dog in the yard.

Little brother goes back to his hometown every three to five times to feed the cat and the dog.

If I have time, I will go home and feed the cats and dogs.

When eldest brother was not married, his father built this yard for him. I remember when I was a child, my mother bought a lot of candy, and the master who built the house sat on the beam and sprinkled candy. Children like us and other people in the village, whether adults or children, will come to pick up candy to eat.

I'm still thinking in my mind why the candy my mother bought should be distributed to others. I should grab myself a handful of candy in advance. That time, I caught three pieces of candy.

On the beams, there are four big characters written by my grandfather with a brush, written on a piece of red cloth.

These four words are "good luck".

Later, I read a book. I didn't know those four words until the middle of the room after I could read. When I knew these four words written by grandpa, he had already passed away.

1998, my sister got married, and my parents put several tables of banquets in this yard. That day, I heard from my father that it was a pity that an uncle in the village poured the unfinished wine on the table. And my second uncle won't drink, because as a dowry, he drank too much that day and slept in the east wing of this room until he woke up at night.

In the afternoon, when the guests left, my mother called the village doctor to come home and give my uncle an infusion to help him sober up.

When I was a child, my sister and little brother stayed at my grandmother's house for a long time. My uncle has more affection for my little brother and sister, so it's normal to drink too much. That night, I saw my uncle lying alone in a makeshift bed in the house, which was a bit scary. Luckily, he woke up at night.

That year, when my father built these houses for my eldest brother, he was envied by the villagers. My eldest brother has been suffering from polio since childhood, and they don't think my eldest brother should marry such a good eldest sister-in-law. So, at night, he secretly lit the reed pole I used to build the house. Fortunately, there were many people building houses at that time and the fire was put out in time.

Afterwards, my father said that it was windy that night. He just bought two carts of reed stalks from outside this afternoon. It's not surprising that he thinks something might happen at night.

However, due to the timely rescue, there is no serious problem.

Later, when I was about to go to elementary school, my family said that my black dog bit him, and then my family flocked to our house to kill my black dog. My mother had no choice but to let them come to my house to fight black dogs. I was scared and heard them shouting, but I was still rational.

That day, my little fist was clenched tightly, but when I saw my black dog lying quietly in the pot room with blood on his head, his eyes looked at me imploringly and his tongue gasped.

I think it must have been hit, or it wouldn't bleed on its head. Maybe it ran fast, so it came back quietly after everyone else left.

In my village, there is the warmth I miss, and there is also the cruelty and ruthlessness that my childhood gave me, which was unbearable in my childhood life.

Next to big brother's house, there are three stone foundations that are ready to be built, but they have not been built yet.

These three plots are reserved for my brother. At that time, when my father finished building that yard, there was no money. I thought that when my brother grew up and had a lot of money, I would build him a house and marry him.

Now, these three homesteads have been empty for twenty or thirty years. My little brother later worked and bought a house in the city. At that time, the room was only four or five hundred yuan a square. These three homesteads are regarded as small vegetable gardens by parents. On weekdays, some vegetables or beans are planted in it, and sometimes peanuts or wheat, corn or rape are planted in it.

My mother worked hard in the fields all her life, and every piece of land at home was carefully trimmed by her mother.

My home is out of town and has two plots of land. In my memory, those two plots are called "paddy fields" and "Northwest Lake".

The rice fields are relatively low-lying. In the year of flood, wheat will be flooded. In his first year as a soldier, Xiao Ge organized a double-support harvest team in the town. On that day, more than a dozen of them spent a morning helping our family cut wheat from rice fields to fields.

At that time, there was no large combine harvester in the village to harvest wheat, and people still cut it with sickles.

When I came home from school at noon, my mother said happily that our family had finished harvesting the wheat in the rice field. I asked in surprise, why so soon?

Sister-in-law said that your little brother is back.

I'm surprised. Why didn't I see anyone? Has my little brother come back to harvest wheat?

Then the eldest sister-in-law told the story with a smile. At that time, I felt that my little brother had gone to the army and my family had become a military family. It's really an honor to be in the village.

That year, a village cadre in the village found our home and said that my little brother had gone to be a soldier, and he wanted to take my little brother's share of the land and asked him to return. Actually, it is contradictory with my family.

My father later went to town to explain the situation. The town leader said: "The village cadres did something wrong. It has been fixed for 30 years. Besides, this is not disturbing the relationship between soldiers and families. "

Later, the matter went away, but every time I went back, he basically didn't look me in the eye, and now it seems the same.

The house has been built for many years, but it didn't take long to really live in it. Later, many families in the village built two or three-story buildings.

These two old houses in my house are very old.

The iron gate at home is also rusty. Every Spring Festival, I go home to write Spring Festival couplets. If I don't go home, I will write Spring Festival couplets in the county and give them to my father in the early morning of March1or the evening of the 29th.

My handwriting is actually not very good, but my father has always encouraged me.

He said that your grandfather's handwriting is beautiful, so you should learn from him.

My grandfather died before he could teach me. When I was in primary school, the rural primary school where I was at that time opened a course called "Chinese Character Course", which is also a calligraphy class. The teacher is very strict with us. How to write each Chinese character and which stroke is wrong, just circle it with a brush pen dipped in red ink and tick it out. Write it five times and ten times next time.

Later, my calligraphy in the class was ok, so the teacher asked me to be the representative of Chinese class. That year, the school undertook the task of literacy training class, and I saw several big boys in our village go to our primary school to attend classes.

Then in our class, it is said to be literacy training. In fact, the teacher did not teach them Chinese characters, but wrote lyrics on the blackboard. Then the teacher stood by, and we students helped to lift a school organ, that is, the piano that we stepped on while playing. Then the young people in their village gathered in the classroom, which was crowded and crowded. On that day, the lyrics written by the teacher on the blackboard were China Folk Songs.

Later, every literacy training, they went to sing.

They came with us after school. On the way, they whistle and sing. Life is really carefree.

We are in pain. When we got back to school, the teacher took a thick stack of exercise books. At first glance, they are all names I don't know, and there are several big boys I know in our village. The teacher said that my handwriting was good and asked me to help them with their homework for the literacy training class. At that time, the leaders of the central school in the town would come to check the homework of the students in the literacy class.

From that moment on, I suddenly found that I can let others help me with my own affairs, and sometimes what the teacher said is not true.

Mother is a very diligent person. She planted grains, vegetables and melons in front of and behind the house. Is there a gap? She planted loofah and pumpkin.

Sometimes when there is no one at home, pumpkin flowers falls and a spider web catches one.

This summer, I bought some flower seeds from the Internet and bought more than 100 pieces for my mother to scatter in the open space in front of the house. I have always wanted to turn my hometown house into a more literary homestay style.

Unfortunately, there is no money to decorate, so we can only sprinkle a few small flowers. My mother heard that I bought this flower seed, and she thought it was too wasteful. How can I spend money on it? If no one lives in this house for a while, it will be full of weeds. What flowers can we have?

Later, my mother scattered only two of the five or six bags of flower seeds, leaving three or four bags. When I went home this time, I was still wondering why I had never seen flowers before, and then I remembered that my mother had helped me sow flowers.

Every flower is blooming beautifully. My family lives in the westernmost part of the village, so it is estimated that no one will notice it at ordinary times.

The most important thing is that the rest of the village are old people and have no time to care about these. Instead of looking at flowers, it is better to plant vegetables and fruits in front of and behind the house. For them, it is practical, and my mother thinks so.

In fact, when I was a child, I followed my mother with a crowbar in an open space in front of the door, digging the ground to grow vegetables and garlic seedlings.

When I was in the third grade of primary school, the Chinese teacher's children had no food at noon, because the Chinese teacher's home was a little far away. Later, he took the children to a nearby school, and their father and son had a meal at home.

Before school at noon that day, he called me outside the classroom and told me that his children would come to my house for dinner at noon. I readily promised, ok.

His children are in my class and my classmates.

After school, we ran to my house.

Unfortunately, my parents went to the field to do farm work that day. It happened that there was no lunch at home, so I picked up some twigs at the door with him. Then I remembered that we cooked half a pot of rice porridge that day, and I was heated by my mother.

Then, I pulled out a handful of garlic sprouts in the small vegetable garden planted by my mother in front of my house, and took two eggs just laid by hens from my henhouse. He cooked me and made scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts.

When we finished eating, my mother came back from farm work and learned that the teacher's children came to my house for dinner, complaining that I didn't go to the fields to ask her to go home and cook, and then she was busy cooking for us. Actually, we are all full.

On the way back to school, I was still thinking that my mother didn't go shopping, and I don't know if the teacher would say that I didn't take good care of her children. Although she was my classmate, I felt that I had thought a lot, because my classmate (that is, his son) told me that I went to other classmates' houses for dinner and all I ate was pig's trotters and chicken.

I think, maybe I should kill my hen that lays eggs, and then I don't want to.

Now, my mother is still behind the house, leaving a small open-air vegetable garden. During this time, my parents didn't go back to their hometown to live. Therefore, there is nothing in this vegetable garden, but it is wrapped by weeds nearby.

On weekdays, if my mother grows vegetables, there will be garlic sprouts I made when I was a child. Sometimes my little brother will pick a lot when he comes back, and then he will give me a bag when he goes back, one for my big brother and one for my sister's house. Although it's worthless, it's a gift from my mother.

Every time I eat the garlic seedlings planted by my mother, I feel very uncomfortable. I feel very precious and don't want to leave a leaf.

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I went back to my hometown with my father and my little brother, my father did not forget to tell me and my little brother to pick some beans that my mother planted on the wall.

When my little brother and father went to pick beans, I took the above picture in the distance.

My parents are both in their seventies. I don't know when they are old, especially my mother, who looks thinner and thinner, just like my grandmother.

Sometimes, my parents walk in front, and I can't bear to watch. I hate to admit that they are all so old.

My mother was 38 when I was born, and my father was 4 1 that year. So, when I grew up, I ran away before I could hide in my parents' arms and pray for care. I can't run without it, because my parents are old and I need to take care of them.

Two years ago, eldest brother didn't want my parents to farm any more, so he bought some fig trees at the door, just to let my parents have a rest without farming.

On this day, I took a fig leaf to take a picture of myself, next to the foundation of my house.

I have a lot to say about this place where I was born and raised, and I will say more in the future.

I just want to record my lost old days, the warmth and tenderness in the old days, and every day that I can never come back.

My small village has given me a warm home and a vast world.