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Appreciation of classic prose describing villages (2)

Appreciation of classic prose describing villages: My Village, My Dream

This happened many years later.

I have my own residence, just on the other side of the crystal clear river in the village. But the village still only has that half-hardened road, followed by another road. Along the highway you can go east to Beize and Fuzhou, and to the west you can go to the county seat. From the county seat, you can go to Quangang, Xinyu and Ganzhou. I don’t want to go further away.

In this quiet and vast village. Peace of mind and body, live happily.

Like my grandfather, I would carry a bundle of fresh grass and walk up the small slope with the persimmon trees at the end of the village. Pull out a broken branch to drive away the mosquitoes in June for the old cow with its broken tail. Or, turn around, squat on the big stone that has been smoothed by time, light some tobacco, and watch the undulating crops down the slope, turning yellow and green, and green and yellow again. I kept seeing smoke rising from the kitchen stoves, and the dusk was dim. Then, he stood up, picked up the dustpan, took the cow rope, and walked down the slope. By the way, pat the dirt off your body casually. Where it belongs, it will eventually return to where it belongs.

At this time, the village is lit up with lights like beans. The one closest to the river will take me in and warm me.

The village is quiet and empty at night. Occasionally, the sound of soft footsteps and vague conversations on the road caused the dogs in the neighborhood to bark. The barking of dogs echoed over the village. The moon hides in the clouds for a while, and hides in the water for a while. Under the moonlight, the village's sleep is solid and sound. Everything that happens under the moonlight is a secret, don't tell.

In the early morning when cocks and dogs are crowing, open the courtyard door and welcome the good air of the village. When I opened my eyes, I saw the river flowing westward and the wicker swaying in the wind. There are cucumbers, tomatoes and beans in my yard, and potatoes, eggplants and cabbage are planted. Just feeding my contented stomach with these lovely plants. On the first, fourth and seventh days of every month, we go to the town market and buy oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and coarse cloth clothes. On the way back, I asked for a long bamboo pole from the bamboo forest, which I could use to drive geese or fish in my spare time. On the country road, the white goose is the most decent gentleman, singing to the sky all the way. On the green grass beside the river where the geese were playing, I lay on my coir raincoat with a piece of grass I couldn't name, watching the clouds fly and disperse in the sky, and the birds come and go. Or throw out the fishhook and sit alone in the south wind. The water is calm and the fishhook does not move. Fools enjoy themselves. Fishing in spring is rainy and foggy, early in summer, fishing in autumn at dusk and fishing in winter for grass.

I also want to plant peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, tea trees and sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the open space behind my residence. These beautiful trees, blessed by the southern sunshine and water trees, will one day bloom with scorching flowers and bear abundant fruits. Even if the flowers and fruits are getting old, there are still osmanthus and camellia that soothe me with their faint bitter fragrance. If possible, I would also let wild chrysanthemums bloom freely around me. Life lasts only for one autumn, and because we cannot foresee the future, we work hard on the present.

My fertile fields grow with honest peanuts and sweet potatoes, savage corn and fragrant watermelons. They remind me of the seasons and farm work, allowing the seasons to recede in the village and the solar terms to emerge; they remind me of the Grain Rain in the Qingming Festival, the spring sowing, and the Bailu harvest in the Autumn Equinox. It's still effective after thousands of years.

I love the winter in the village the most. The trees with fallen leaves and messy trunks and branches are fixed at the edge of the village behind the house, making the winter endlessly desolate. The jagged roof was covered with white snow, and a few sparrows rose and fell, breaking the silver-clad silence. On such a night, invite old friends, make tea and wine, gather around the stove, roast sweet potatoes, talk about the sky and the earth, use the fire and words to keep the warmth and resist the severe cold.

Just like the sea holds the river, the village will hold all my love and sadness. Many years later, I will still stop and go on the half-hardened road in the village. Look, the mountains are still so green, the water is still so green, and the villages are still so beautiful. What a wonderful thing.

But this happened many years later.

My village, my dream!

Appreciation of classic prose describing the village: Imprint of the village

What cannot be chased away in a lifetime is nostalgia, which will remain in my heart forever is the village where I grew up. No matter how the world changes, no matter where I am now, I will never forget that I am a son and daughter who came out of that village. Those years will always be in my heart, leaving an unforgettable mark in my life. ?Inscription

There is a small village located on the edge of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, and that is my hometown. The average altitude there is above 1,700 meters. The village is in a low valley, surrounded by mountains, with a river lying in the middle, running into the distance. People in our small town call this terrain a dam, and the village is attached to this dam. A main road runs along the river, and then branches into countless small roads leading to each household. In this way, the small roads in the village are crisscrossed. , both sides of the river are covered with various big trees and flowers. If you follow this road, you will see neat houses, some side by side, some bordering a common wall. Various men, women and children in the village are Busy things going on in front of my house. This is the village that raised me.

I suddenly remembered Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring": there are hundreds of steps along the bank, there are no trees in the middle, the grass is delicious, and the fallen flowers are colorful. The fisherman is very different. He keeps going forward, hoping to exhaust the forest. When the forest reaches the water source, there is a mountain with a small mouth, as if there is light. Then he left the boat and entered through the mouth. At first he was extremely narrow, but only then did he understand people. After walking dozens of steps, I suddenly became enlightened. The land is flat and vast, with well-groomed houses, fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees, and bamboos. There is traffic on the streets, and chickens and dogs hear each other. Among them, the men and women are dressed like outsiders. His yellow hair hangs down, and he is contented with himself.

I thought, if time goes back to the time of Tao Jushi, could it be that my village was what he wrote about? I started laughing when I thought about it, and the friend next to me suddenly gave me a finger on my head. : Girl, I’m dreaming, wake up! I giggled.

(1) Mountains surrounding the village

Mountains are a kind of momentum, a spirit, a connotation, a kind of dedication, a kind of backbone, and also a kind of natural exercise Field? Throughout the ages, it has been the source of inspiration for many literati, the inner aspirations of many lay people, and the birthplace of many cultures and beliefs. I have traveled to Mount Laoshan, climbed Mount Tai, and climbed to the top of Mount Emei. I am undoubtedly impressed by their beauty and majesty, and I am deeply intoxicated by the beautiful scenery.

But the mountains in my hometown make me extremely attached to them. What they give to the village, the light and heat it brings to the village, it has a kind of emotion for me and me for it. In the heart. Its silent dedication and continuous output have nurtured generations of our village. This is probably another of the most beautiful scenery in the world.

The village is surrounded by mountains. It seems that he is as tall as his father in the world, with a deep back. A variety of vegetation grows on the mountain, including green trees, monsoon evergreen broad-leaved forests, moss, flowers, wild fruit trees, dwarf ferns, etc., which dress the mountain in the most beautiful clothes. Due to the special climate and soil, the vegetation covering the mountain forest is distributed vertically. From a distance, it looks like a layer of green gauze, which is the color of life. If you get closer to one, you will find all kinds of wonderful things, which grow together like a mix and match style, making the mountain scenery more intoxicating.

In the 1990s, people mostly came from the mountains in the villages for heating their homes and cooking. The main firewood relied on these trees on the mountains. Every year, pine needles would fall off their branches, layer by layer. Covered on the ground, people in the village went up the mountain to accumulate fertilizer.

Every summer comes, when the mountain products are most abundant, and various wild mushrooms are always produced in Yunnan. Before dawn, we met in groups to go to the mountains to cook mushrooms. Especially after the heavy rain last night, this morning was the best time to unearth mushrooms. We carried a small basket and climbed up the mountain. We happily started this morning's work. Along the way, you can also eat various bayberries. It's sour and refreshing all the way, but you eat it all the way. That taste is another kind of enjoyment in the world. Picking mushrooms is also a technical job. Some people came down early and picked up a lot, while others picked up only a few. They discussed the results of this morning on the way home.

This technical job requires our vision, sense of direction, common sense, luck, etc.

Some people know where mushrooms should grow under which trees, and what type of mushrooms grow on this piece of moss. Some people even write down where the mushrooms grow every year, and they will definitely grow them next time they come. We call it Make a "bacteria nest". Of course, the most important thing is that you must learn to distinguish these fungi. Not every fungus can be eaten, and some are poisonous. There are some fungi that can be eaten on this mountain, but not on this one. For generations, people in the village can basically grasp this common sense. The so-called "the right time, the right place, the right people", I think it can still be used here.

In addition to wild mushrooms in summer, there are also various wild fruits and vegetables. For example, there are all kinds of wild grapes, wild cherries, Houttuynia cordata, jellyfish, ferns, etc. It can be said that it is rich in products. The Northeast is known as "beating roe deer with a stick and scooping out fish with a gourd". I think the Southwest should be called "having mushrooms on top of wild fruits under your feet, catching wild vegetables everywhere in the mountains".

This is the mountain of my hometown. It silently contributes to the village and protects the children of the village for generations. I also hope that the villagers and the mountain can protect each other. Even though I have left the village and am in a foreign land, I will never forget that I am a child of the mountains.

(2) The small river flowing through the village

Probably every city has a river or a lake that nourishes the people there. For example, the places where the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers pass, such as the Huangpu River in Shanghai, and the Lancang River in Xishuangbanna. The small river in the village just flows out of the village. It is very small and narrow, so small that we named it "Little River". It is formed by converging the small streams on the mountain.

The small river brings resources to the people in the village. It is said that they rely on the mountains to eat and the water to drink water. Most of the villages are still based on agriculture. Basically every household has several acres of fields, which are irrigated every year. All the water comes from this small river, and the bumper harvests year after year make the people in the village live a good life.

Both sides of the river bank are planted with various willow trees, flowers and plants, creating a good environment for the village. Such a good environment is also a good place for people to relax and entertain. In those years, the old people would chat and play mahjong by the river, and the children would also go to the river to play.

The river brought us a wonderful childhood. When we were young, we often went to the river with our friends to catch fish and tadpoles, but of course there would be no shrimps. At that time, I loved playing with water. I think every child will have such an unforgettable memory. You will be very happy when you see water, and then play all afternoon. In the evening, your parents will look for you everywhere. When you come home, you will find that your clothes, pants and shoes are all soaked. Then you will be spanked, your butt will be hit, and then you will be beaten again. A howling, this series is a chain reaction, but you still can't remember, there will still be a next time, in fact, it's not that you can't remember, but that you like it. Maybe we grew up in this kind of naughty, so then A small river also witnesses our growth.

When we were older, we would imitate our mother and come to the river to wash clothes. Carrying a basket to the river every weekend, you don’t have to date anyone, you are all company. Especially in the summer, when the sun is shining brightly in the afternoon, both sides of the river are full of people. You have to arrive early to occupy a favorable position. Everyone is washing clothes while chatting enthusiastically. Regardless of gender, regardless of age, everyone will have the same topic, laugh. The sound rippled in the river. Sometimes we young people just roll up our trousers and play in the river, our cheeks turn red under the sun, and we enjoy ourselves in the river like ducks.

The creek nurtures the crops in the field, and the crops nourish us; the creek gave me a happy childhood and witnessed my growth. Even though the water of time runs forward, even though it is gone forever, those days are always in my mind every time I stop to rest.

(3) People in the Village

The mountains and rivers of the hometown nurture the kind and hard-working village people.

They work hard every day, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. They sow and harvest on their land all year round. Yunnan is in the subtropical zone, so having two crops a year keeps them busy with work; Every family has its own vegetable garden and grows various vegetables, which are not only eaten by the family but also sold to other places. The family also raises some chickens, ducks and geese, which reminds the owner every morning: Get up! The owner gets up, opens the door, and slips away. After pouring out, the master goes back to raise the stove, the chimneys rise in the village, the sun shines mottled shadows through the mountains, and the day begins here.

They help each other and take care of each other. You come to plant rice at my house today, and I will harvest at your house tomorrow. It is in this mutual help that they successfully complete the sowing and harvesting of each season; the vegetables from your vegetable garden will be given to me, and the vegetables from my vegetable garden will be given to you; her family will cook a bowl of delicious food and bring it to my house. , my family will ask you to come to eat when they fry ham today; everyone from the village will come to help when his family is marrying his daughter-in-law, and everyone in my family will come to join in the fun when my family is marrying their daughter; this simple style has been formed, which may be called a "custom", which is common in the village. The unique, heavy emotion has already formed a habit.

Especially now that we have lived in reinforced concrete and high-rise buildings for a long time, we can feel the human touch of the village more and more. Every time I go home, this is the seventh aunt, and that is the eighth aunt. They greet each other warmly during the day, and at night they bring home-cooked delicious food for you to try. Neighbors in the countryside are so warm-hearted.

I remember when I was a child, I came back from school and my mother was not at home. An aunt from the village came to my house and said: "Your mother went to the neighboring village today. She put down her schoolbag and went to my house for dinner." ?I don’t know how many times I have eaten at her house since I can remember. I have always kept these in my heart. After work, when I come home during the holidays, I will buy some fruits and give them to my aunt as a token of my gratitude. She is still eating Kua, let me tell you about the past.

I also remember that when I was a child, I was always naughty and would always get whipped. At that time, I would run to my neighbor’s house as hard as I could. His house was my whip refuge. Even if you cried loudly, the neighbor’s aunt would She will run over, take the whip away from your parents, coax you and take you to her house, and then send you back when your parents are less angry. This is probably a trick that many friends in the village have used!

When you are about to leave, your neighbors will always bring you some specialties unique to your home for you to take back to the city to eat, such as pickled vegetables, and sun-dried vegetables. potato skins, instantly feeling warm in my heart. This is probably another kind of true love in the world!

People in the village are like this. When you meet them, you can't help but call them, even if they are far away. I like this group of people in the village. Regardless of whether they are male or female, old or young, I can always feel a sense of simplicity in them. It is relaxing and pleasant to get along with them, even though they are not wearing famous brands and their clothes are even stained with mud. They are not luxurious. They have a car, but they also have a scalper's car, and the place they live in is not a villa, but it is warm enough. Divorce is far away for them. Such a group of simple but enthusiastic villagers, in my heart, they are the happiest!

There is always an endless song to sing in my hometown. Every plant, tree, brick and tile there, the village’s People have it in their hearts. Even though I am far away from home now, it is the most nostalgic and heart-warming place. When I look up at the sky, I will talk to the cloud floating in the distance above my head and let it bring my blessings.

Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, the chirping of birds, and the golden rice in the fields, it feels as if I have returned to the village again, walking on the path back to my hometown, and going upstream along the small river. The journey was full of warmth, and I met uncles and aunts in the village from time to time. We greeted each other warmly, and I kept looking and searching for all the familiar memories!

When the next spring comes, I will come back. Wait for me, village!