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On June 8th, 20 14, the inaugural ceremony of the first member representative meeting of Huangtun Famous Folk Culture Research Association was held in the conference room of Huangtun Middle School. The spirit and articles of association of the meeting are full of passion, inspiring me as a Huangtun person. Since then, I have always paid more attention to the discovery and exploration of some local cultures in my daily life. Coincidentally, I once met a familiar old lady in Huangtun Street. During the conversation, the old lady inadvertently mentioned that there were straw sandals made many years ago in her old house. This suddenly excites me!

So I immediately expressed my willingness to buy some pairs back as a souvenir collection. The old lady shook her head again and again and enthusiastically said that she would not accept money, so she could give me some pairs. On the way to the old house, I asked the old lady curiously why she still had sandals, which had not been worn for many years. The old lady said, "I keep these sandals. I used to wear them to burn incense and worship Buddha in temples, which better reflected my piety and reverence for the gods. I didn't put it at home until I was laughed at by others. I haven't worn it since. "

After the old lady rummaged through the old house, times changed and I finally saw the sandals again. At the same time, I saw the tools for making sandals at that time. Before that, the word straw sandals has been hidden in my memory. Goodbye has a fresh visual impact, which makes the distant memory valve open gradually inadvertently.

In Huangtun, straw sandals began to fade out as early as the late 1980s. Straw sandals are rough and rough, but full of tenacity and vicissitudes, simple and heavy. In the history of Huangtun, it has always been rooted in the countryside and grew up in the countryside. It is the deep agricultural footprint left by this place. Straw sandals, as a culture tied to the feet, have been recorded in the treasure house of local culture. According to historical records, straw sandals appeared as early as 3000 years ago in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. Although I have never worn sandals, at that time, the figure of my parents wearing sandals has always hidden a kind of intimacy with sandals in my heart.

The weaving materials of straw sandals vary from place to place. Straw, wheat straw and corn straw are commonly used in some places. Only in Huangtun area, there is a difference in taking materials. Huangtun has been rich in bamboo since ancient times. The clever Huangtun people are good at using local materials and weaving straw sandals with bamboo leaves falling off during the growth of Phyllostachys pubescens. Compared with straw sandals made of other materials. In quality, it is softer and more durable. Not only is it beneficial to water, air permeability, portability and anti-slip, but it can also protect feet from scalding and play a role in massage. Huangtun, a native of the farming era, has been wearing traditional labor shoes since ancient times. It also reflects a more obvious famous and popular feature of this place.

I vaguely remember the process of making straw sandals. First, choose the longest bamboo leaves and soak them in water for three to five minutes. When it is soaked to a certain degree of softness, it is opened and evenly torn to a width of six to eight millimeters and twisted into hemp rope, which is used for the warps of straw sandals and the ears of straw sandals. This is the skeleton on the so-called straw sandals. Then, the shorter bamboo shoots are evenly torn into seven to nine millimeters, which are used when making soles. When all this is ready, you can start making it with special tools.

Usually, the time to make sandals is mostly in summer and autumn every year, some are cool beds and some are suitable benches. At the beginning, hook the T-shaped straw sandals at one end of the cold bed or bench and fix them. People sit in the right position behind the tools. Then tie it around the waist with an arc waist hook. Put the hemp rope on the small wooden stake lined up at the end of the T-shaped in front. At first, several hemp ropes were tied together and wound from the periphery into a cone that gradually expanded forward by about four centimeters. Then, the hemp rope is gradually spread out and divided into left, right and middle meridians as the main support of sandals. When it is made to a quarter, both sides of the ears should be woven with hemp rope, and when it is made to a quarter, both sides of the ears should be woven with hemp rope. At the end, the process is basically the same as at the beginning. Finally, when you put it away, leave a suitable length at both ends of the hemp rope, so that you can string the ears on both sides to tie your feet when you wear it later.

When I was a child, I often heard from my sister that when I was a child, my cradle and I moved together with the cool bed my mother used to make sandals. My sister teased me from time to time, saying that sleeping in a rocking nest at that time became a follower's tail of that cool bed. In the shade of the old house, in summer, my mother sat on the cool bed, made straw sandals with both hands, and shook her nest rhythmically with one ankle. Hehe, after listening to what my sister said, I was thinking, I slept in a rocking nest, smelling bamboo shoots and being rocked around. I must have woken him up naturally every time I slept, without crying or making noise. It turned out that it was so comfortable and happy at that time!

Later, on the title page of the memory file, I remember the straw sandals woven by my mother, one pair after another warmly caring for my father's feet. Whether it's sunny or rainy, I wear straw sandals when I work in the fields or cut firewood in the mountains. There is a kind of security, wearing them without fear. Look at the neighbors. Just like my father, a pair of sandals have been changed. Look at each pair of loose and soft sandals, stroking all over the countryside, villages and Shan Ye. I think the footprints of those sandals must have covered this land for thousands of years. Lift your legs and feet, how many flowers have been watered hard in the footprints. If modern people say that this is a picture of poverty in the previous background, I would rather say that this is a kind of purity and simplicity, diligence and wisdom in people, showing a kind of courage and struggle!

When I was a child, whenever I saw a pile of straw sandals hanging on that wall post, it was the most beautiful scenery I saw on the tip of my tongue. In fact, straw sandals can also be sold in the market, and some people living in the lower reaches of Huangtun can't put it down, so they can only be bought in the market when they need it. I remember my mother often took my little hand to the street with a pair of sandals on her back in the morning and told me that selling a pair of sandals could buy a big cake. At that time, a pair of sandals could sell for 50 cents, and the pie in the street teahouse sold for 50 cents. Along the way, saliva burned in my throat, and I counted pairs of straw sandals, as if I saw Huang Cancan's cakes in the teahouse brought to me on a plate. Before the straw sandals were sold out, straw sandals and pies appeared alternately in my mind, which puzzled my heart at that time.

Later, the tide of reform came, and the rapid development process drowned the face of this once radiant straw sandals. Let all its vicissitudes be heavy in the lost flashy dream, and be forced to simply hide in the corner of history. A page zhanghua stopped beating the Yuan leaves of this land!

In the parting room shattered by history, straw sandals were once the wisdom and full enthusiasm of women in Huangtun Bamboo Township. It is also the warmth they offer for love. It is the most simple stunner to care for generations. Although the flood swallowed up the concentration of straw sandals, its purity still became a knot in people's hearts.

I still hope that this kind of straw sandals culture, even if it is out of the field, can still be used as the development of rival crafts, inject new connotation into it with the significance of environmental protection, give it a new concept of fashion and reuse this precious resource!

Fifty or sixty years ago, straw sandals were the most commonly worn shoes by manual workers in rural areas. Small traders living on their shoulders, craftsmen living on the streets, farmers working in dry land, etc. Most of them wear straw sandals. Many women will wear sandals for their families, and many people make a living by selling sandals.

The tools for playing straw sandals are relatively simple, generally three-piece: waist, straw sandals rake and high stool. The vest is a semicircular wooden stick with a diameter of about 1 cm and a length of about 80 cm, with a bamboo nail nailed in the middle. The straw sandals rake is T-shaped, with a downward hook at the rear vertical end, a larger stake in the middle of the upper side of the front cross, and two smaller stakes on both sides; A high stool is a wooden stool that is a little higher than a dining stool. Due to years of use, this set of straw rake is often polished and polished.

The first process of straw sandals is to arrange straw. First, choose clear and crisp straw and stick it to the upper brain one by one, and then pull the grass hair. The simplest method is to hold the upper brain of this straw with one hand, and sweep the straw hairs (rice leaves) from top to bottom with the other hand open five fingers, leaving straw; If someone helps, ask him to step on a straw (a bundle of straw tied to his head is called a foot when harvesting grass), and use a rake to sweep off the grass hair, leaving straw. Part of the remaining rice stalks are twisted into straw ropes, and the rest are neatly put away for use. Before rubbing straw ropes and playing straw sandals, you must wake up these sorted straws (that is, spray some water to let them absorb for a while) to make them softer, feel good and not easy to break.

When playing sandals, people should sit in a chair, wrap the sandals around their waist and tie them with a belt at the back. The straw sandals rake is buckled on the high stool in front of them. According to the size of the straw sandals, a straw rope hovers back and forth between the bamboo nails of the straw sandals and the five small stakes of the straw sandals rake. There are five toes crawling on the rake of straw sandals, which are the heels of straw sandals. Then rub the sorted straw off the belt around you and shuttle up and down between several straw ropes. When one straw is almost used up, put the root of another straw under the straw rope in the middle, then put this new straw between the grass heads of the previous straw, and so on until it reaches the end of the straw rake. In the whole process, first, we should master the width and length of straw sandals according to the size of our feet, and second, we should reserve four ropes that are symmetrical before and after, and tie straw ropes when wearing them.

Playing straw sandals is the same as weaving mats. To strike and row at the same time is to rub every strand of grass tightly, otherwise the straw sandals will become loose without wearing them, and the exposed grass roots should be repaired and leveled to make people comfortable to wear.

At that time, some people played straw sandals for their families, while others lived for money. Fifty or sixty years ago, a pair of sandals cost a few cents, which was enough to support the expenses of hard life. Of course, some people will hang straw sandals in the pavilion for passers-by to take away, saying that this is a good method, which is much better than those who are vegetarian and chanting Buddha.

Although people lived in poverty at that time, their kind hearts would not die out.

My hometown is in southern Sichuan, where there are many exciting things, but the straw sandals in my hometown are the most unforgettable.

Straw sandals were popular in my hometown before the sixties and seventies, but they are rare now. At that time, the villagers were particularly poor, and it was a luxury to spend one or two yuan on a pair of rubber shoes. So, every household found straw, peeled off the straw clothes by hand, dried the straw in the sun until it was 70% to 80% dry, and then made a simple windmill-straw shoes with sticks and woven shoes. Every time in the dead of night, the elders light oil lamps, bring bamboo or grass hemp, trip up windmills on the legs of the dining table, smoke spicy leaves (earth smoke), and shake the windmills rhythmically with relish, twisting bamboo and hemp into hemp ropes. At this time, the children moved to the stool and sat next to their father's body, watching the windmill turn rhythmically. The squeaking sound of the windmill, like a hypnotic cicada, sent us to a sweet dream. My father is so absorbed in knitting straw sandals that he often forgets to smoke. As for fireworks, he put his pipe in his mouth. Whenever I am happy, my father will hum two songs from his nostrils, and his face is filled with a leisurely look.

As soon as the hemp rope was twisted, they wound the rope into an "8" shape, tied it round and round, and hung it on the crosspiece under the eaves. When they are knitting shoes, they put one end of the wooden block for knitting shoes on the table, then stick their bellies on the other end of the wooden block, thread the rope on the nail on the wooden block, and then slowly tie a knot, which is called shoe ears. Then, the dried straw is staggered up and down in the middle of the rope in bundles, and it is advisable to have four or five in each bundle. It takes about 40 to 50 minutes to knit a pair of sandals. At that time, a pair of straw sandals was worth about 20 cents, which was not a small income, so every household had the habit of weaving straw sandals.

Folks have special feelings for sandals. Although I love to weave straw sandals, I seldom wear them. They often work on the land with a pair of wide and strong feet bare. They only wear them once or twice on sunny days, and most of the time they are hung on iron hooks under the eaves for fear of damage. This may be the character of the mountain people-less consideration for themselves, more consideration for others, simple as straw sandals, hard-working.

Every time I see sandals, I think of that touching ballad, and I can't help singing "sandals are boats, dad is sails ..."

Excellent Essay on Straw Shoes 4 "Straw Shoes Street" is my arrogant name for a street.

Many years ago, there were not many cars on the street, and the types of cars driving in different streets were different, so the streets seemed to be graded. Different cars driving in the street are like people wearing different shoes: shiny cars, like leather shoes in the city. Buses that drive solemnly and generously in the street are like cloth shoes in the city. And the big trucks carrying goods can only be counted as straw sandals in the city.

In a street in S city, there are no buses, no cars, only big trucks, so I call this street "Straw Shoes Street".

This street is not very long, and there are rows of small factories on both sides (some factories may be exempted from being classified as medium-sized enterprises). The towering factory buildings, high brick walls and wide factory doors really gave people a solemn feeling at that time-those years before the economic system reform. There are two rows of green willows on both sides of the street, showing a little tenderness in solemnity. Several families live next to the factory.

Changchun FAW's Jiefang truck sometimes enters from the gate of one factory and sometimes exits from the gate of another factory. Cars emit light blue smoke and raise yellow dust in the street.

In addition to trucks carrying goods, there are many workers wearing gray-blue coarse cloth overalls on this street. The gate of the factory swallows them in and out regularly every day, or receives gray-blue water like a tall gate.

Every noon, there are always some young workers, in groups of three or five, walking and singing in the street. The gray-blue overalls are covered with grease, which smells like engine oil. They are rude and sloppy. They either came back from a bar in another street and went to the market, or just wandered around to kill their lunch break.

In the tide of reform and opening up, the city is spinning rapidly in kaleidoscope-like colors, while the sandals street remains the same. The same factory building, the same high wall, only the factory number has been changed over and over again, but the factory door with the changed number is "the door has been closed". The street is much quieter because there are no workers in gray-blue overalls.

The two rows of green willows in the street have become gloomy, and people under the willows have opened small restaurants. The business of small restaurants is very good, and people from outside the street come to eat every day.

A corner of Caoxie Street was finally washed away: the courtyard wall of a factory was torn down and the factory was replaced by two commodity buildings that rose from the ground. This is a shabby enterprise, which can't stand the temptation of money and opens its doors to real estate developers. Along with the building, there is also a driveway. As a result, a new crowd appeared in "Straw Shoes Street", which is a colorful crowd, including boys wearing T-shirts and jeans and girls wearing short skirts.

At night, the lights of tall buildings in the distance shine on the dim streets of "Straw Shoes Street". Under the hazy Liu Yin, there are young men and women who depend on each other or embrace each other, whispering and playing a small dark zone for "Straw Shoes Street".

The parents of these young people may be the workers who wore gray-blue coarse overalls, but they just don't know where they are now. ...

The highest temperature today is five degrees, and I have been in the quilt all day. Besides eating and going to the toilet, sometimes I think the coldest winter here is MINUS ten degrees, and the coldest winter in Heilongjiang and Xinjiang can reach MINUS thirty degrees. I don't know how people live there in winter, but I may be used to it.

I don't go out at home, so I put on my wife's wool shoes. It's light and comfortable, but my feet don't move, and my shoes are littered. Someone came to buy woolen shoes, but my wife wouldn't let me go out for fear of affecting her selling woolen shoes. My wife is not as clever as I remember. I remember breaking corn. She broke two lines by herself, and I broke all three lines so that she was still in the middle of the ground.

When I was a child, most of the women in my memory were ingenious. My grandmother's generation can spin flowers, my mother's generation can make all kinds of clothes and shoes, my sister-in-law's generation can play with all kinds of scarves, hats and gloves, and my daughter's generation can play with computers, but nothing.

As far as I can remember, it was very cold in winter when I was a child. In the earliest memory, the old elm tree in the yard was bent by two-foot icicles. At that time, a tree was the hope of a family, which was used to build a house and sell furniture, unlike the few days ago when I sold several trees in the yard, ten trees were given 300 yuan, and I had to put in a good word for the people who bought them.

He was three or four years old at that time. Grandpa's gray beard is covered with ice, and his jacket is covered with black patches. He beat the icicles on the elm tree with a bamboo pole, and the icicles fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of broken glass. That was the first and only memory my grandfather left me. Now I think of it as an old yellow photo. That winter, grandpa fell and broke his hip. He died before the new year.

The coldest year in memory. The water in the jar is frozen and can't be broken with a hammer. Rivers and valleys are covered with ice. The children are happy to push and skate on the ice. The ice on the road is slippery and thick. The cyclist kept exclaiming. At that time, we wore straw sandals, which were made of paulownia wood and woven with reeds. It is heavy, but we are not afraid of snow, and the weather is warm. When we were in class, it was unbearable cold. In a short time, there was a neat sound of sandals landing in the classroom, as if hordes passed by. Later, the sandals were improved, the soles were paulownia, and the uppers became watering pipes made of cloth. People with kung fu make them strong and beautiful, but they are still heavy and only popular in rural areas. Once I went to Luohe to buy goods, and I took the 28 bus to Guangming Road. It was really cold that day. I'm wearing sandals and I'm alone with a shovel. I said it seemed to be in the stove, and the man insisted that I take it off and let him try it on. I was a little embarrassed because the heel of my sock was rotten, but I took it off anyway. The man put his frozen unconscious foot in, and his face immediately felt like flying high in the hot spring. He insisted on changing brand-name leather shoes for more than 1000 yuan. I won't change them. He took them out for 500 yuan and knocked them down at home for five yuan. But it's true.

In the past two years, when everyone has the conditions to pay attention to it, those sandals will be gone. Instead, I was hooked up by the old lady. They hook themselves and hook the children and grandchildren of relatives and friends. A pair of shoes costs more than 20 yuan, mainly because kung fu is valuable. My wife sells hand-hooked wool shoes, and she hooks them for her aunt and niece. There are still many people who ask her to hook up, but her wife has no time.

Always talking about going to Luohe, always afraid of the cold. Several micro-friends in Lin Ying and several netizens in Luohe all said that they would sit with me. The most unbearable thing is their warm words, a plate of pig ears, and drinking with you.

It's too cold tonight. My son doesn't share a bed with me. He dare not stretch his legs in the middle of the night. It's too cold. I can't do it. Plug in my dog tonight and let it warm my feet.

It was particularly cold that winter. Overnight, the endless eastern Henan plain became a world covered with snow for thousands of miles. Knee-deep snow devours all the roads leading to the countryside. Standing in the snow is like being in distant space, and you can't tell where the west is and where the east is.

Mom and dad got up early and pushed open the door blocked by snow. Father first took out a shovel, spat a few mouthfuls in his palm, rubbed each other with both hands, and began to clean up the heavy snow in front of the door, piled them together and compacted them into the cesspit, then cleaned them with a big broom, and then cleaned the path leading to the neighbor's house in front of the door and the road leading to the toilet behind the house. My mother is as busy as a cannon at home, and it is not easy at all. Her rough hands are not idle for a moment, busy with the breakfast of the whole family.

We country people here usually make breakfast very simply. A bowl of thin sweet potato soup, a few black steamed buns, and Chili noodles melted in hot water is a breakfast! Before cooking, mother should fetch water, wash some sweet potatoes and chop them into small pieces. Every winter, although the kitchen door is closed, there is often a thick layer of ice in the water tank. My mother is going to beat the ice in the water tank with a rolling pin and plop out a white mark, which makes her hands and face bleed. If the cold current comes, it's half a foot thick, and she won't buy it if she hits the root with a rolling pin. In order to save firewood, she seldom washes sweet potatoes with hot water, but with fresh cold water. The skin of sweet potato is covered with crickets, which is difficult to clean. My mother always rolls up her sleeves and rubs them by hand. Sometimes you have to buckle your fingernails a little, and you have to wash them several times in a row before you can clean them. Then she peeled off the skin of the sweet potato with a kitchen knife, cut the sweet potato pieces into the pot, and added water until it boiled. By the time my mother cooked the meal, my father had almost cleaned the snow outside the yard. Our child was only five or six years old at that time and had never been to school. When it's cold, the whole body is curled up under the bed and doesn't want to get up. We only showed a little scalp, and even the scalp didn't leak, so we couldn't sleep. We count together with our younger brother, imitating the way the PLA gathers to count off in the movie. It's fun to count down, with your head out, your voice high and your voice low. When we count enough, we two brothers. It makes eight neighbors fidget, and we can hear our noise from far away. My mother was annoyed by our noise. She came out of the kitchen with an apron around her waist and a small tree note in her hand, and came to our bed without saying a word. "Shuashua shua" slapped on the quilt we covered, and our brothers were honest for a while, my mother said. Hurriedly poked his head out of the bed, regardless of the cold, pointing fingers and blaming each other. In order to pass the buck and avoid mother's "using force", our two brothers swore desperately that they would prove their innocence with the most vicious curse. You spit on me, I scolded you and almost got into a fight in bed. My mother shouted angrily: Who are you cursing? Who knows who you are cursing? We two brothers are like punctured balloons, saying nothing.

During dinner, my mother woke us up again and again, and we both played dumb under the covers, and no one said a word. When my father came to wake us up for dinner, both of us began to learn from the old sow in the pigsty, snoring vividly, and fell in love with the warm bed. Father scolded us again and again and suddenly opened our bed. We were as anxious as bricks on hot bricks. Three times, five times and two times, I put on my clothes and got out of bed to wash my face. My mother prepared a pair of new sandals for each of us early. After dinner, we wore brand-new sandals to ski and make a snowman outside, blending in with the beautiful scenery of nature.

My brother is very naughty. He put on open-bridge sandals with wooden soles for the first time and began to play. There will be a big pile of snow under the wooden sandals. He fell to the ground from time to time after losing his center of gravity. He was so angry that he threw away his sandals and played barefoot in the snow. I weighed a pair of sandals he took off and went to my mother to "complain". My mother immediately turned around and ran out before the pot was finished.

Straw sandals are made of reed cherry blossoms and grass hemp fibers, and the soles are made of wood. Straw and some cotton are usually stuffed in sandals to keep them warm. The bottom of the wood is generally10cm high, and it is sawed into a bridge opening with a saw. You can walk in the snow and mud, no matter how cold it is, no matter whether there is snow and mud on the ground, it is equivalent to putting on a pair.

Since then, I have developed the habit of wearing sandals in winter. Later, when I was in junior high school and high school, I never forgot to bring a pair of sandals with me. There are piles of straw everywhere. Before studying at night, I stuffed the straw sandals with fresh straw, and then put on a pair of thick cotton socks made by my mother, new straw sandals, new straw and new cotton socks. My feet are as hot as stepping on a ball. In the dead of night, it is snowing heavily outside the classroom, freezing cold, and approaching the classroom a little bit. The students are anxiously waiting for the bell for class. They are not in the mood to study. All they could hear was a burst of stomping in the classroom. When my deskmate saw me take off my sandals, I quickly took off my cold cotton shoes and put on those idle sandals under my feet. When the bell rang, the deskmate was reluctant to take off his sandals.

Straw sandals have followed me for many years, accompanied me through winter after winter, brought me endless warmth, helped me usher in spring after spring, and sowed my dreams.

Straw sandals are drifting away from us, and my mother's black hair has turned into white hair. However, no matter how time changes and how the years change, I still feel that even the best leather shoes are not as warm as in the past, and that warmth will always be fixed in my heart.