Attachment to homeland

My hometown is in the northern countryside in the 1980s, where I had an interesting and happy childhood.

When we were young, all the children in the village could play in the village, running around in small groups and flying around happily like birds.

Land is the root of the countryside, and it is also a hot spot for children's childhood love. The older generation said that playing with mud seems to make children dirty, but it can make their bodies stronger, that is, healthier. I think it makes sense. In rural areas, people bake soil in a big pot, then make it into powder and put it away. If the child has skin discomfort such as prickly heat, the application point will take effect. Nowadays, prickly heat powder has become popular, and some older people are still doing it. Then play with mud, pour water into it, knead it into various shapes, round, flat and long, imitate it to cook all kinds of meals, or knead it into clay dolls. About clay dolls, there is a children's song, clay dolls, clay dolls, eyebrows, eyes, eyes can not blink; There is also a nose and mouth, and the mouth does not speak. Presumably, the author of this song also loves the soil very much. In short, it's so fun, just like plasticine is to children in the city today.

Land endows human beings and all kinds of creatures with natural conditions for survival. Nature, like the countryside, lives a variety of small lives under the nourishment of the land. For small life species, human beings are obviously huge, and that child must exist like a little giant in their eyes. For example, small ants, some small ones are black, and some big ones are yellow. When I was a child, I liked to watch groups of ants. They always ran around as if they were safe only when they entered the hole. Going out for food is like preparing for a battle. They are never tired and their lives are always in the air. Or accidentally stepped on, or tortured by some little giants with various tools, such as branches; Or be submerged by sudden water. Then watch them struggle in such an emergency. Not to mention, sometimes they will carry out various attacks on their nests.

There is a vegetable garden in front of my mother's house, where my daughter often plays. When she sees the little ant, she will also show the deterrence brought by her strength in various ways. I told her to cherish the little life, and sometimes she talked to them, but sometimes she couldn't restrain her superiority as a little giant.

Silkworm rearing is also an annual event. Buy some silkworm eggs, black spots like black sesame seeds, and cover them on paper. The hatched silkworm baby is called ant silkworm because it looks like an ant. I am a small, black body, and my head is pulling my body around. I dare not touch it myself, so this time of year is also the time when I panic. Because some students bring silkworms to school in pencil boxes. When the baby black silkworm came out, my little head was in a mess, let alone the white-fleshed silkworm. For me, this is really a nightmare. Silkworms grow very fast. Mulberry can be found in our countryside, so we have enough mulberry leaves in reserve. When they are old enough, they will start spinning and building their own houses. The so-called "spring silkworms will weave until they die." Silkworms turn into pupae in cocoons, then moths, bite the pupae and drill them out. The female moth began to lay eggs, the first batch of eggs were yellow, the yellow eggs turned brown, and new life was gestating, returning to the dense black sesame spots at the beginning. Silkworms, with their small bodies, have worked hard all their lives in the textile industry, benefiting our mankind. The spirit of selfless dedication deserves our study and respect.

The fear of silkworm can't be completely ended in rural areas, because there is another species that is very close to it, and it also needs to be faced frequently, that is, insects in cotton fields can never overcome the fear of insects. In the countryside in the 1980s, a lot of cotton was planted, but now it is almost gone. At that time, there were so many bugs that they were simply pests. Pesticides didn't work, so everyone took bottles to catch bugs. For me, that was the most terrible thing I thought at that time. Every time you pick cotton, take a cage and pick it with flowers and bones, or hang a large piece of cloth around your neck and tie it around your waist, and then put all the picked cotton in. I can't even go in there if I'm killed. Because of me. Life is in danger. I will do the logistics work at home and be responsible for cooking. However, this is not over yet. Go home with flowers and bones of cotton to build a mountain. After dinner, it was dark and the ceremony of peeling cotton officially began. The night under the light seems to have just begun, and everyone is sitting around the hill and starting the next cotton job. It is said that my grandmother, my grandfather's father, can watch Feng Shui, set banquets, and likes drinking, smoking and chatting on weekdays. Finally, he died while peeling cotton. Murakami said, look at people, they have accumulated virtue. You have been very happy all your life. You don't like to do farm work, but you stick to your post at the last minute. Trembling, I want to join this huge battle. I'm walking on thin ice. Before peeling, I want to check for bugs, for fear of touching soft devil-like things. I remember one time, a little bug didn't know when it climbed on my leg, and my whole body jumped up, and my soul screamed in fear. Since then, my position in farm work has dropped by one level.

After peeling, it will be a big scene of drying cotton. At every door, chairs are used to support mats made of rice stalks, and then cotton is dried on them. Under the sunshine, snow-white cotton becomes more and more full and colorful. After being processed, sun-dried cotton can be directly sewn into quilts. People in the countryside sew their own quilts. Spread it on the ground, take the thimble and start processing. Spinning, weaving and making clothes with sewing machines are also vivid scenes. There are thousands of cloth shoes and cotton shoes, which are our good partners in childhood. When I was a child, in my eyes, my parents' generation was completely well-fed, self-sufficient and omnipotent. With their hard-working hands and hard-working and simple lifestyle, they showed the life picture of rural people full of natural breath.

In rural areas, every family's children have to go to the fields to help with the work, weeding and weeding, which is endless work. Every time I go, I sit quietly under the apple tree with a hoe, paddle on the ground with a twig, or sit there thinking about the troubles of young Victor. About meeting my mother, I lazily picked up my hoe and began to work. When the apple is ripe, work when you are thirsty, and choose an apple with running water to eat. Or pick a watermelon in the watermelon field and smash it and eat it directly. It was barbaric and really enjoyable. When selling watermelons, sometimes there are some small watermelons in the field, so I will pick them up. At that time, there was a melon house in the watermelon field, which was specially used to see watermelons. I guess I'm afraid the children will be naughty and make trouble in the watermelon field. I like watermelon best, and I often wonder why there is such a delicious fruit as watermelon in this world.

One of the eight eccentrics in Shaanxi, who doesn't sit or squat when eating, followed this folk custom there. When I was a child, the villagers ate, and when the meal was ready, the adults came to eat with bowls, or directly brought them to other people's homes to eat and chat. The closeness between the neighborhood and the countryside is really nostalgic. The whole village is full of this strong nostalgia. No wonder some people say that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.

The memory of picking up the ears of wheat is gone. The ears of wheat pulled by others will fall off more or less, so we children will pick them up together and tie them up one by one, which looks like a lot of flowers. At that time, it will be beautiful. Now I went to the flower shop and found that I started selling this kind of dried wheat ear and put it in a vase. It seems that all art originates from nature. Dig wild vegetables, carry a small melon and a small basket, and shovel wild vegetables hand in hand.

And something red like Lycium barbarum. I can't name it. Take a twig and put it on. Very beautiful. There are sweet potato leaves in the field, which are also tools for us girls to decorate ourselves. Pick the leaves, fold the roots of the leaves in half and hang them in your ears as earrings. Sometimes leaves are used as ornaments for pendants, or you can make a necklace by connecting them.

There are also girls who are busy every year when their nails bloom. Everything is ready, alum, crush henna, cover your nails, and sleep all night before taking it off. Everyone follows the trend and dyes their nails. In rural areas, everything is original ecology, but it has never stopped people from loving beauty.

At that time, children's snacks were few, and sugar was a rarity; Popsicles can be exchanged with empty bottles. And tofu. I remember when I was very young, my home seemed to be grinding bean curd, and later I used soybeans to make tofu. Old brown sugar, when pulled, is long, sticky and delicious. Eating Lingzao, a kind of jujube, is sour, sweet and crisp. Be careful when there are thorns beside the ditch. Black wild grapes are delicious, sweet and delicious. At that time, they all poured handfuls into their mouths. Sometimes when I come back from school, I catch up with the busy farming, steamed bread with peppers, drink a bowl of cold water and go to school. Pepper Shaanxi Eight Monsters, pepper steamed bread, is the favorite of too many children in Shaanxi. No matter where you are, your love for this classic partner will never diminish or be replaced.

I remember when I was a child, a family gave birth to a baby. When I went to see the baby, I liked to go with my mother, drink brown sugar and eat stone buns. At that time, all the stone buns were made by my own family. I like that red brown sugar water best. We call it brown sugar.

Weddings and funerals in rural areas are all mobile seats in their own homes. The whole village has gone out, women are responsible for cooking, men are responsible for serving, and everything at home is arranged by the villagers. The lively scene and the simple relationship between people are really a group of relatives in the village, and the whole village is boiling.

The market in the countryside is also a major feature. It's lively, it's lively. Sell everything, eat everything, wear everything and use everything. Music and shouts are crowded and jubilant, and the air is filled with deep homesickness. Everyone's face reveals the simple and lovely power of rural people. Wandering among them, enjoying the holiday-like gifts brought by this leisure party. For boys and girls in the flower season, this is a feast full of expectation and yearning. Everyone lingers among them with their own adolescent feelings. Maybe they or their hearts are looking forward to it. Perhaps, even if they glance at it, even if it is a shallow smile, even if they see it, they will quickly avoid it. Even if they look around, even if they find it, they will secretly hide in the corner and secretly rejoice. Presumably, the word market must be filled with our beautiful memories of youth.

In addition to the excitement of the market, children also love Chinese New Year, which is simply the most important festival in a year. Chinese New Year means new clothes, lucky money, nothing to do, and too much delicious food. All you have to do is show off and have fun with your friends in new clothes. It's a paradise of freedom. Wearing new clothes is a common thing for children today, but it is rare for us. For adults, that's different. Years ago, the whole family prepared and cleaned up. As for eating, there is a process, which still needs to be discussed. Steaming steamed bread, matching oil pan and filling bowls are all big projects. It is too difficult for a family to do it. We usually change time, help each other and finish the work with a smile.

On New Year's Day, the whole family eats jiaozi, and there is usually a coin wrapped in jiaozi. Whoever eats is happy, which is a good start. After eating jiaozi, I put on my new clothes and started the New Year greeting ceremony from door to door. Going door to door, taking home as the unit, the mighty battle, the prestige of the family and the happiness of the family are not exaggerated at all. Brand-new lucky money, no matter how much, brings happiness and memories to children, which will never be forgotten.

When I was very young, every household had no electrical appliances. When the TV set first arrived in the countryside, every village had a TV set, and adults and children ran to the brigade to watch TV with stools. I remember there was a TV at home earlier. In the evening, everyone sits around and watches TV. It's too noisy. I remember we were very popular at that time. We liked Adam Cheng and Angie Chiu.

And movies. When the movie is shown, it is a happy reunion of the whole village, especially in winter, everyone is carrying small benches and carrying small plates. Boys and girls should hold back their young hearts. This charming night like a festival is even more intriguing under the dim light. At that time, in the countryside, funerals were held at home, and movies were also one of the processes. I am timid, and I always feel that watching movies on that night and that occasion seems to add a little terror to my mood. That festive movie has no joy at all.

I like rainy days best, because adults can rest, play mahjong, play cards, or get together to chat on rainy days. Very lively. It seems to be raining. The whole world is quiet and can relax. When it rained, we played again, that is, looking for hoop covers one by one along the wall, holding small sticks, lifting the covers one by one, waiting, waiting, waiting for it to climb out, grabbing it again, and grabbing it directly in my mouth. I dare not. Later, I watched my brother throw it into his mouth and chew it proudly, so I was eager to close it. It's a bit like the feeling that people eat roasted scorpions now, which always makes people have some inexplicable resistance to this little creature.

In summer, because of drought, irrigation is needed. At this time, the big canal on the edge of the village was filled with water. A group of girls, dressed in shallow water suits, jumped in and played happily inside. Especially at night, the night in the countryside is very quiet, the stars and the moon are clearly visible, and a group of us are splashing water on each other, chasing and fighting in the water, or lying in the water, with infinite joy. Boys are disdainful of this shallow water area. Generally, at the end of the canal, where the water is deep, we call Daohong, where we practice holding our breath and ups and downs to show their manly courage. When there was no water in the canal, we ran up and down desperately on both sides. It was really fun.

Cicada, a singer in summer, adorns the whole summer sky and childhood memories. The deepest thing is the screaming cicada in summer, which resounds through the whole village, and there are memories of childhood. During the noon nap, I lay on the kang and fell asleep in the sound of cicadas. What a wonderful memory. In the summer night, there will be no loneliness. Crickets are loud, so in the summer countryside, all kinds of cicadas and dogs bring people symphonies and sing all summer, and people are intoxicated by the wonderful music of nature.

When it's hot at night, our family sleeps in the yard, looks up at the stars and the moon, and looks at the shapes of various stars, then daydreams endlessly, letting our thoughts wander in the sky, and finally falls asleep unconsciously. It is also a great pleasure to catch cicadas and cicada pupae in summer. Everyone searched tree by tree along the canal with homemade nets in the hot noon. When they saw them, they caught them. The most surprising thing is that in the lower part of the trunk, I saw one, crept up to the front and suddenly caught it. When I caught it, I broke my wings and roasted it. In the evening, a small group of children, holding flashlights, went to Chanyong, where it is said that protein content is high. It is also a major feature of barbecue stalls.

At that time, I remember that there were jujube trees in almost every backyard. When the dates are ripe, adults or older children climb the trees, stand on them, shake them hard, and then throw them all over the floor. The children below happily pick them up and sometimes accidentally bump their heads. Such a scene really makes people feel funny. Every spring, there are all kinds of fun. We found the twigs of the rattan, twisted them, and the roots inside could be pulled out. Then we scrape off one end of the cylindrical skin and scrape off a bright yellow edge. We call Mimi and blow everywhere. Wild flowers in the field are also competing to open. The apple blossoms, peach blossoms and pear blossoms in the orchard dress up the whole world. There are also many buttonwood trees in the countryside. At that time, there were many purple buttonwood flowers with green hats on one side. If you pull it, the stamens inside are still connected, which is more romantic than a single flower. Some children sew the green hat of sycamore flowers with needles, wear it as a necklace and hang it around their necks. I don't like buttonwood for another reason. East, west, north and south, the name of a bug, come to think of it, I am a little confused now. That bug is my natural enemy. I was scared to death when I saw the feeling of fainting. Sometimes you can see the moment when they fall from the tree. Therefore, I am extremely afraid of walking under trees.

When I was a child, I played many gadgets, such as playing Ryukyu slingshot, which both boys and girls can play. Origami cannons, thin and thick, are all a bunch of boys. There is also a roller ring, which is also the favorite of boys. Girls love jumping rubber bands, striding and kicking shuttlecock. Our badminton is made of plastic. Find a piece of plastic, cut it into strips, leave an edge on it, and finally roll it up. When burning, stick a copper coin as soon as possible. In short, something important. When you lift it, kick it straight. Some badminton is cut thin, while others are cut wide. In winter, the countryside is very cold. After class, everyone huddled in a corner to bask in the sun, shouting "Squeeze oil, flatten it, and bask in the distant mouse nest". It seems that the sun will be more eccentric and give us more light and heat. I also believe that the solar energy at that time felt our pure happiness.

Campus skipping is also very interesting and lively. Throw sandbags. At that time, all our sandbags were made by ourselves. Cut some cloth, sew it up, leave a hole, put everything in, and sew it all up. There are many ways to play. There is a game called "Killing". Several people stood in the middle and ran. One person on each side throws sandbags. Those who are hit by sandbags will come down and put on sandbags. There is also a game, running around the city, drawing a box and trapping a circle of squares with a cross in the middle. You have to go around a lot. At this time when others throw sandbags, you can jump, hide, run to the middle and jump into the cross. There is also a manual game, east, west, north and south. Write one word each, east, west, north and south. Playing games at that time was carefree and tireless.

What impressed me the most was the countryside in the early morning. There are no street lamps in the village. In the morning, with the cock crowing, I got up, got dressed, closed the door and set off. Then I woke up next door, one by one in the alley. I remember one time, I went to wake up my brother in the alley, and I waited for him in the house. I whispered that I took a few cents from my mother today. I thought my aunt was asleep, but she was questioned by my mother after school and took it back. There are only five classrooms in our school and one class in kindergarten. We didn't go to kindergarten until we were six years old, from grade one to grade four. I went early, and before the classmate with the key came, I sat at the door of the classroom and waited, looking up at the figure of the moon, as if expecting the sun to rise.

I like winter in the early hours of that time best. The whole village is quiet. We just sit quietly, or talk quietly without saying a word, for fear of waking up in the morning. At that time, I must hope to sit for a while, let the sun come later, let the quiet dawn solidify at that moment. Since then, I have always liked to get up early quietly, which may be the case. The school has a sports meeting every year, wearing blue or red sportswear and white sneakers and going to the countryside to compete. Practice bunker jumping, high jump, pole vault and hurdle in school. As soon as the music of the sports meeting starts, the story of the annual sports meeting will come to mind.

Every village has a wheat field, because it is necessary to dry the wheat, pile up the straw, grind the wheat, carry the wheat, and finally put it into sacks. Nowadays, people buy ready-made flour. At that time, we used wheat to process flour. When the wheat field is not used, it becomes a good place for children to learn bicycles, big bicycles and small bodies, just learning with expectation, like little soldiers. One of the advantages of riding in the wheat field is to lean directly on the wheat pile when you can't stop. This is a good method. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter at night, as long as the moon and stars are few, it is a good place for children to play. The romantic wheat field witnessed the hearts of many children in The Seeds of Love.

I grew up in this natural world in my childhood. Everything is so simple, so pure, so kind. We are familiar with the smell of the land, the smell of the soil after the rain, and we can still hear the hiss of cicadas in our ears. In summer, mosquitoes buzz in my ears, as well as dogs, crickets on summer nights, and all the music of nature is so three-dimensional that it echoes in the air. I will always love that land, give me the land of life, the land of personality and temperament, and the land of natural aura. Hometown is our root, our soul, and a rural complex that can never be cut off in our lives. No matter where you go, the ends of the earth, or any corner of the world, in your heart, you still have deep attachment and yearning for your hometown! Although we deeply miss it in the distance, the earth and the sky still remember our childhood. How many times I go home and leave, what remains unchanged is the deep homesickness in my heart, and what remains unchanged is my selfless concern and love for my hometown.