Yin Jiatang's beautiful prose has a touch of homesickness.

Some people say that homesickness is a stamp; Some people say that homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old; I said that homesickness is bitter, sweet and nostalgic.

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Many years ago, Yinjiatang was just an old house.

Blue bricks and tiles, taupe wooden doors, wooden windows carved with flowers and plants, marble pillars carved with various animals, mossy patios, sitting on mirror-smooth stone benches ... all have traces of years of touch.

The scenery outside the house was not affected by the fireworks. Three hills are shaped like a needle around the old house. The mountains are shaded by trees, and sometimes cheerful birds sing, skim the roof and disappear into the blue sky. The big pond in front of the house is rippling with blue waves. I don't know who planted those peach trees by the pond. When flowers bloom, they are fragrant and enchanting. Clusters of bamboos, like legendary gentlemen, are not fond of spring, are not afraid of cold winter, and are lush all year round. The two paths at the east and west ends of the house are like a pair of open magic arms. One end leads the distance and the other end leads the old house. Occasionally, I can see a little flower by the roadside that can't be named, and enjoy myself. There are farmland on both sides of the road In the farmland, sometimes it smells like rice and flowers, and sometimes it is full of golden rape flowers. In the distance is a steaming river, like a jade belt, winding at the foot of Shehu Mountain. There are fine white sand, pebbles of different shapes, croaking frogs, groups of small fish and crabs walking sideways in the river. ...

At that time, people called Yinjiatang "108 room". "108 room" seems to be a local business card, and those of us who live in "108 room" have followed suit. Outside, someone asked, "Where do you live?" I said,'/kloc-room 0/08'. The man nodded: "Ah,'108', I know, I know!" The person who asked the way asked, "Where is room 108?" The person who answers will say, "You don't know'108'? Go straight along the steaming river and you will see the biggest yard. "

Whether Yinjiatang is the largest yard, of course, no one has verified it. Yin Jiatang has a house of 108, but it is true. 108 houses are divided into ten rows, which are neatly arranged, and each row of houses is connected with each other. The central hall has become a veritable central axis. From the outside, it looks like a square castle with a maze of corridors, dark alleys and patios. Of course, in addition to 108 main room, there are dozens of miscellaneous rooms around Yinjiatang.

108 there are more than 300 people living in the room, and the dribs and drabs of life seem to be yesterday when I think about it now.

Every morning, people are still sleeping soundly. I don't know whose rooster broke the silence with a long "whoa whoa whoa" first. Then, other cocks crowed, and the sound of "whoa whoa whoa" came and went, as if it were an agreed chorus. At this time, there is still no light on the carved wooden window. The cock crowed three times and finally there was a ray of morning light on the window. People began to get up, the door opened and the shouts rang again. This side is called: "Yamei, don't get up and pull up the pig grass! I went to work with your father. " There shouted, "Liu Yazi, do you want to study? Still' laying a corpse'! " There are also some people who cry and swear, which are particularly harsh: "Mom, I don't get up, I'm still sleepy." "Mom, my pants are gone, meowed ..." "You baby, you wet the bed again last night. You are so old, you are still a shame! "

Such a "plot" is repeated in Yinjiatang every day, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, as if to interpret the true meaning of "the voice of chickens and dogs hears each other".

Eating in Yinjiatang is another unique scenery. Others eat around the table, while people in Yinjiatang like to have a "dinner" in Daping in front of the house. Men, women and children are holding rice bowls, or standing or sitting, chatting while eating. I ate fried eggplant today, but I was short of oil. Not very delicious. Just try it. The outstretched chopsticks put some food in the man's bowl and said, "His second uncle who killed pigs brought some pig's head meat yesterday. I blew up a small part. Come on, you can eat and see if it's delicious. Go back to my house and get some for the children. " Sometimes, we also discuss things in life, or tell some rumors and jokes. Xiangyun, who teaches, and Uncle Fu, who works as an accountant in the production team, like to talk about state affairs. However, their "political views" are different, and they often get flushed, like cockfighting.

It is a unique "treatment" for Yinjiatang people to enjoy the cool in the lawn in front of their house on summer nights. At that time, the daping in front of the house was a lawn. Every night, everyone in the old house comes out. Some are lying on bamboo chairs, others are lying on straw mats, and everyone is shaking a cattail leaf fan in his hand. In the sky, the moon is bright and the stars are shining. On the ground, the cool breeze is blowing gently, frogs are singing and insects are singing, the smell of crops is refreshing, and fireflies fly in to join in the fun. We naughty eggs can't be idle. Jump, make noise, hide and seek, and "catch spies", and have a good time. Sometimes, I also obediently lie on the straw mat, listening to grandma's talk, or listening to Uncle Fu's talk about "Zhang Fei killed Yue Fei".

The busiest time is Chinese New Year. After the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, people in Yinjiatang began to make Ciba. You don't pay attention to the place where you make Ciba, and whoever is convenient is in whose house. When making Ciba, everyone in Yinjiatang is a "soldier", burning fire, managing steamer, ramming and steaming glutinous rice, and making the rammed glutinous rice into round Ciba. No one will be lazy. It is often the host who finishes the western food, and the fire in the stove chamber does not go out for three days and three nights. The heat on the steamer kept rising for three days and nights, and laughter could be heard half a mile away. Sticking Spring Festival couplets is a tradition of Yinjiatang people. The person who writes Spring Festival couplets is usually Wu Ye. Wu Ye is an old scholar and writes well. He wrote not only Spring Festival couplets, but also birthday couplets, wedding couplets and elegiac couplets. He writes couplets for free. However, if you give him a pack of cigarettes or invite him to eat a meal, he will reluctantly accept it. When the Spring Festival couplets written by Wu Ye are posted at the door of every household, the flavor of the year will be stronger. On the first day, New Year greetings became the most important activity for Yinjiatang people. Adults with children, men dragging women from door to door to pay New Year greetings. The scene can be described in six words: lively and warm. Dragon and lion dancing is also an important program of China New Year. Blessed are those who take the lead, and adults and children will follow. Life was hard at that time, and there was no "dragon", so straw rope was used instead. Take a straw rope, plunge it into the faucet and stir it with a few bamboo sticks. We had a good time, too. It's much easier to play the lion. A few strong men can take off their shirts, jump around the table a few times, and punch some old fists, and also win applause.

Such a scene was very common in Yinjiatang at that time, but it is really rare in rural areas now.

There are more than 300 people living in Yinjiatang, and sometimes it is inevitable that "teeth touch tongue". If the host loses a chicken and the west loses a duck, it will cause a quarrel. Therefore, there will be a "play" in Yinjiatang every three to five times. However, both "actors" and "audiences" know that this is a "play" and never take it seriously. After playing, they became neighbors again. We children sometimes fight. The place where the fight took place was Daping in front of the house. The opponent is the "other family" (taking the main house as the center line and calling each other the "other family"). Weapons are clods and small stones. There are as few as a dozen people and as many as dozens of people in each fight. It's really like "playing in the rain". It's too dark, and people often break their heads in "playing in the rain". Of course, this "battle" often does not last long. As soon as adults found out, the "fighting" stopped immediately, and some "soldiers" were inevitably slapped.

Living in Yinjiatang, life is like a calm steaming river. What I feel most is the kindness and helpfulness of Yinjiatang people. That year, my grandmother gave a banquet to celebrate her eightieth birthday. People in the yard found out and came uninvited. This one says, "I want to borrow your desk and stool." The man said, "I'll lend you some chopsticks." Some women help sweep the floor, wash dishes and wash vegetables. A birthday party, with everyone's help, was very lively. In fact, Yin Jiatang's people, no matter who has something, will help wholeheartedly. I remember that in the year when farmland was just distributed to households, there was a "double robbery". The hostess of a family was seriously ill in hospital, and the man had to take care of the women and children. Seeing that "August 1st" has passed, the rice in the field is still standing. People in Yinjiatang are in a hurry. Regardless of the unfinished work, everyone dragged their tired bodies and worked overtime for three consecutive nights to help that person grab early rice and insert late rice.

I didn't understand. I think Yin Jiatang's people are a little silly, so I asked my grandmother to tell me the origin of Yin Jiatang. Grandma said that Yin Jiatang was built by a man named Shen Chengshu. Shen Chengshu is a rich man, with several shops in Shetianqiao Street and dozens of acres of land in the countryside. But he doesn't have the airs of the rich. He often wears an old robe and gets up before dawn every day to pick up dung. The neighbor has a hard life, and he often helps. One year, a businessman in the rice business loaded a dozen ships of rice, which were transported to Hengyang for sale along the steaming river. Coincided with the drought, the ship reached the Yinjiatang section and could no longer move forward. Half a month passed and there was no sign of rain in the sky. Seeing that the travel expenses have run out, I'm afraid I'll lose everything. The businessman was in a hurry and asked Shen Chengshu for help. Shen Chengshu bought his boat and rice without saying anything. Unexpectedly, it rained cats and dogs that night, and the next day, the fleet sailed to Hengyang smoothly. Shen Chengshu made a fortune, started the rice business from then on, and later built Yinjiatang.

"Shen Chengshu is our ancestor, and Yin Jiatang's people are stupid, which was handed down by our ancestors." Grandma said.

After listening to it, I seem to understand. In fact, I didn't know a lot at that time, such as the living customs of Yinjiatang people.

Time flies, and decades have passed in an instant.

Standing in Daping, tang qian, Yinjia once again, I feel a little overwhelmed. Broken houses, abandoned yards and weeds spread around the house. This is today's Yinjiatang-the cradle of my life-my haunted hometown.

Mother said, "You haven't been here these years, and many people in Yinjiatang have left. Wu Ye left, blessed left, Liu Yazi left, Xiangyun and Uncle Fu left ... Young people all went out to settle down. Alas, there are only twenty old people left in the whole Yinjiatang. When these old people leave, Yinjiatang will be uninhabited and become an empty house. "

Listening to my mother's words, I remembered the lively scene of Yin Jiatang and the familiar faces. Over time, it will be difficult to recover! A cool breeze blew out from the dilapidated door of Yinjiatang, and the old figure of my mother was bathed in the sunset. My nose is sour and my eyes are a little moist.

Yinjiatang has a history of more than 200 years. After more than 200 years of ups and downs, things are different, and people are different. Yin Jiatang has really changed beyond recognition. Life can't stand the waste of time. Yinjiatang, isn't it?

In the early years, Yinjiatang became a national cultural relics protection unit, which was screened by counties, cities, provinces and CCTV, and also reported by newspapers at all levels. Yin Jiatang's spirit has also been sublimated into "less business spirit". In the spring of 20 17, the film "There is a Mountain Outside the City" directed by Hu Yichuan was filmed in Yinjiatang. At that time, Yinjiatang was very famous, and there was an endless stream of tourists every day. This year, the state allocated funds to rebuild Yinjiatang. Perhaps in the near future, Yin Jiatang will appear in front of the world with a brand-new look, and there will be a lively scene.

However, what is the use of all this for my descendants of Yin Jiatang? When I was a child, she cared about my growth and gave me happiness, but I didn't understand; When I grow up, I begin to understand her, but I want to abandon her. She and I are destined to drift apart.

Perhaps, no matter how the seasons change, Yin Jiatang will always be just an ordinary house, just like her builder and the people who once lived in it.

However, Yin Jiatang is slowly losing something, but no one cares, no one wants to face it, including her descendants, including those tourists who come and go.