Appreciation of Prose in Old Hometown

Finally, the weekend arrived, but the weather was not beautiful. It rained in Mao Mao all weekend, and my plan to take my children out ran aground, so I stayed at home all day.

Tomorrow is the vernal equinox, when children fly kites, spend time drinking and pick wild vegetables in the wild. The arrival of the vernal equinox is also a carnival of rain. I can't say I like the rain, nor can I say I don't like it. There is no pleasant feeling of climbing Mount Tai in the rain, and there is no endless rain. The atmosphere is not harmonious. But the mood will be more or less affected by the drizzle.

Although I don't like the rain, the spring rain moistens the earth and breeds life. Spring rain is as expensive as oil, and it is the water of life for crops in the field. From this point of view, I am a little awed by the spring rain, and I hate all the summer rains and autumn rains.

Time flies, inadvertently, I have been in Guangdong for more than ten years. Every time I think of coming to Guangdong, I can better understand Liu Zao's mentality. He is "crossing the mulberry dry water for no reason, but looking forward to Bingzhou as his hometown." I live by a flowing stream for no reason, but I hope Guangzhou is my hometown. Although it has spanned thousands of years, the artistic conception is so similar. I have to say that social development and life experience are strikingly similar from ancient times to the present. I seldom go back to my hometown during this period. In fact, I can't go back to my hometown in my life, because there is a "high gorge out of Pinghu" in my hometown. I can't see the old house in my hometown. The mountains, water, trees, insects and birds in my hometown can only be played back in my mind, among which I think more about the old houses in my hometown.

The old house in my hometown is located in a ravine in Wumeng Mountain, surrounded by steep mountains. Rugged country roads hover like snakes on the mountainside, stretching into the distance. Although Shu Dao is not as difficult as "going to heaven and going to earth", it also has the spirit likeness of "not communicating with Qin Sai".

The old house in my hometown is made of mud and thatch. Such a house will not exist in today's big cities, let alone in big cities and even in today's countryside. Thanks to the country's reform and opening up, this old house can only stay if the country is rich and strong.

This old house is low and damp. In Bai Letian's words, "The house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes". What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's whimper. " I was born and raised in such an environment. At that time, the family was very poor and there was basically no entertainment. They have a plenty of friends to count the stars in the sky behind the old house at night. After counting, I went home to sleep.

The old houses in my hometown are not waterproof, and almost every household in the village is a mud wall. People with better conditions can make walls out of wood and stick tiles on them. This kind of house is waterproof. Living in a tile-roofed house is paradise in the eyes of friends. I'd love to stay for one night, but I can't go. In Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, heavy rain can be seen at any time. Whenever there is a rainstorm, friends will hide at home. When the rainstorm thundered on the roof, accompanied by lightning, they were really scared. The young mind is always worried that the house will be damaged and wondering how to run out if the house is broken. When the rainstorm lasts for a long time, the rain will slowly leak into the house from the roof and drip on the kang, bed and so on. Adults and children will curse the weather at this time. From time to time, my father would put corn stalks and straw stalks on the roof in heavy rain. Although it can't completely stop the rain, it can also be delayed until the rain stops, and the bed and furniture will not be wet by the rain. On this day, I lived for five or six years, but my brothers and sisters lived a lot, for more than ten years. After the rain, I ran to the empty courtyard dam to catch crickets, crickets, snails and other small animals to play with.

The old house has withstood the test of wind and rain for more than ten years, but it has not been damaged by rain. But we all hope to move out of the old house as soon as possible one day and live in a house that is not afraid of rain. I never thought this wish would come true soon. In the early 1980s, my father moved to work, and we left the old house with my father. At that time, I was very happy, looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally I could go. In my memory, when I left, my mother cooked a lot of delicious meals to help relatives and friends who moved, and we kept asking when to leave.

But when I left the old house, I saw my mother secretly crying. At that time, I was young and didn't understand, but I felt happy in my heart. How should I know my mother's attachment to the old house? The place where I have lived for decades is suddenly leaving, and I am reluctant to give up. With the passage of time, many years later, the old house in my hometown came out of obscurity and appeared clearly in my mind. The old house was submerged under the water of 100 meters and no longer exists. Suddenly, my mother's tears for the old house will always be fixed in the deepest part of my heart, which will be a tear that will accompany me for the rest of my life. This tear contains my mother's deep affection and nostalgia for my old house, as well as my own yearning for my old house.

The old house in my hometown is gone, but the soul of the old house is still there. The old house is the home of the soul. In the dead of night, away from the world of mortals, the old house is my companion, which makes my soul find a home. The old house is a container and a place to collect our childhood joys. Every grass, tree, flower and stone in the old house is a witness to our growth, leaving our annual rings and the shadow of the gurgling stream, playing with each other at dusk. That mossy window is taking us far away. ...

On the evening of March 19, Ding Younian was in Guangzhou.