Xiayanke impression

Xiayanke is our neighboring village and my grandmother's home. Ke Yan has been prosperous since ancient times, and swallows like to live there. This is the land of the King's Gate, so the ancestors chose to live here, hoping that future generations would join Ke Yan and be named Ke Yan. The upper and lower swallow family is such a "sister flower".

Every year on the second day of the first month, I put on new clothes and shoes, show off all the way from home, go to my uncle's house and start the process of visiting the village. Eating delicious meat, vegetables and jujube flowers, and leading the "ear-cutting ticket" given by my uncle, every cell from the inside out is full of joy.

"Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones every day." The first month is a festive day for the Spring Festival. Just after the Lantern Festival, on the 19th day of the first month, the spring is chilly, and it is the annual fireworks show of Xia Yanke. In front of the stage in the middle of the village, all the people in the village are young and old, firecrackers are ringing and fireworks are everywhere, and the prosperity is unprecedented. What followed was the melodious and euphemistic singing of the troupe, which blew the happy atmosphere of the New Year to the extreme.

When I was a child, every time the neighboring village sang opera, the whole school had a holiday in the afternoon, which became our happiest moment. Children know that the play is fake, and it is true to join in the fun. We rushed to the front of the stage in small groups. In the north of the stage, there is a fried dough stick, which is the brother-in-law of a classmate. Fried dough sticks are crisp outside and tender inside, sweet and delicious. If you happen to be with him, there will be a gift of fried dough sticks, which is really a windfall.

At the bottom of the stage, in the middle of the square, is a drainage hole, which is where we patronize when singing. It was dark in the cave, so I took apart the carton, rolled it into a cylinder, lit a fire and ran back and forth in the cave. At one time, the smoke in the cave was rolling and sparks were splashing, which was spectacular. When I came out, my face was dark and smelled of fireworks. I looked at each other and smiled.

In the era of lack of entertainment, watching movies in neighboring villages is also a very spectacular scene. In the dark night curtain, holding a flashlight, flashing like a firefly, twenty or thirty people interacted, talking and laughing, and unconsciously came to the stage. A wide scene has already been set up in front of the stage, and in the center of the square, the projectionist has also set up the machine for the final debugging before the screening. The whole square is full of people, and those who are calling for friends are calling for women. Everyone who knows the title of the film is actively announcing it. Single beam projection, screen image display, sound, all kinds of sounds away, everything is silent, everyone is United and absorbed in the plot. About an hour and a half later, after the screening, people dispersed like a flood. On the way, it is a matter-of-fact story review, just like reflection after class.

When I was a child, I often followed my mother back to my grandmother's house to visit relatives. On the sixth day of June every year, in my hometown Donggang, it is the day when my daughter goes back to her parents' home to go to the grave. It is hot summer, everywhere is like fire, and it seems to be deliberately considering family ties. Walking through the scorching narrow path and a section of green gauze tent in cornfield, we came to the grandparents' cemetery at the foot of Nanshan. Light yellow paper and paper money, pour soup on the grave, and think about the hard feeding and hard work of grandparents day and night. My mother and aunt didn't feel sad either, so they began to sit in front of the grave and touch their legs and cry. I was so flustered that I quickly helped my mother and aunt to escape from the scorching sun and this heartbreaking sad scene.

One snowy night more than 30 years ago, I followed my father to visit my second brother, a science carpenter in Xia Yan. The carpenter is from Jiangsu. I only remember that the back wall of his room is very high, two or three meters. In mid-spring, Xia Yanke's oldest person celebrated his centenary birthday. I wrote a congratulatory message on behalf of a ghostwriter, only to know that it was the Zhao family who lived in the same family thirty years ago. I was so happy that I wrote it down with a pen. It was not until I drove back to my house that I realized that I had moved to the headquarters of the Central Plains Brigade in the village. Things have changed, and centenarians look forward to the spring scenery in the world, which is also the blessing of Changshou Village. There are as many as 40 or 50 elderly people over 80 years old in the village. Respecting, filial piety and loving the elderly have become a fashion in the village, which can be seen from the celebration ceremony of centenarians.

Xiayanke Village is located in the west of Erli, with a bluestone hillside. Some people are engaged in quarrying all the year round, and when they see the spirit with one hammer and one chisel, they become the mountain soul all the year round. The cliff face of bluestone is 200-300 meters long. My uncle is a model worker who pokes cliffs with Hongqi. He has been engaged in lifting stones since he came back from the completion of Hongqi Canal. Later, my two cousins also participated. When building a house, you have to pull stones here to lay the foundation. Stones lined up neatly under the cliff and vehicles waiting in line became temporary events. It was not until more than ten years ago, with the arrival of new building materials, that this situation came to an end and my cousins changed their ways.

Another business that started with stones continues. Cheyenne people are constantly striving for self-improvement, pioneering and enterprising, and always walk in the forefront of reform and opening up. Granite factory is the first in Linzhou, and it is the masterpiece of trendsetters. At that time, granite products were unique in Linzhou City, and stood out in the market, leading the trend of the construction market. Now after several changes, the original boss has gone out of Linzhou and moved to Zhengzhou, opening up a broader world. Granite factories that have mushroomed in my hometown have grown to as many as six or seven. They have made painstaking efforts and kept their feet on the ground on the road to a well-off life.

When you get rich, don't forget your hometown. Rich people who started from granite factories built a stage and school in the village, invested huge sums of money to build a new road outside the village, and built Yonghe Hope Primary School in Lingyang, Linzhou City, giving back to their hometown in obscurity and repaying their kindness to mulberry. With practical actions, in my hometown, I wrote the capital word "people" that "catching up is not nature, leading is character".

Things are wrong, people are not sages, blood is thicker than water, blood is connected, bones and muscles are connected. This is the forever Xiayanke Village.