Record my faded hometown memory.

Shaanxi Opera is a famous novel by Jia Pingwa, a contemporary writer in China, and won the 7th Mao Dun Literature Prize in 2007.

In the form of the first person, the novel tells the major events and minor events that happened in China's hometown "Qingfeng Street" at the turn of the old and new history, and records the contradictory development events such as evading family planning, resisting taxes and evading taxes, ensuring the harvest through drought and flood, having an affair, folk superstition, family prestige, the division of Yin and Yang, the legend of ghosts and gods, and the struggle between the development school and the old school.

The author reflects all kinds of contemporary contradictions and conflicts in simple and straightforward language, such as Xia Feng, a woman from the court who pursues free love, a black moth who cuckolded her husband, a beautifully dressed white moth, foreigners and locals, clever farmers and rural politics, and the decline of Shaanxi opera art. ...

In the postscript, the author points out that this book is a monument to his hometown and vividly describes his hometown in memory. Shaanxi's "Shaanxi Opera" runs through the whole text unintentionally. The novel ends with the death of Xia Tianzhi, who loved Shaanxi opera all his life, which means the end of the conservative era, and ends with the lack of rural labor force to carry Xia Tianzhi's coffin, which opens the curtain of this new era. ...

The following is a written record of some wonderful contents:

1, if you ask me, my favorite woman is Snow White.

There are many men who like snow in Qingfeng Street. They are all wolves with green eyes. I've been watching them. Once someone gives Snow White a hairpin and a pear, says too much flattery, or turns his back on Snow White and says she is wrong, I will cut a circle of skin on his persimmon tree with a knife and let the tree die slowly. I don't even know about the snow. When she was still in the village, she often went to the corn field to mow the pigs. As soon as she left, I stepped barefoot into her foot pit, all the way to the depths of the corn field, where there was a pee. I stood there for how long, and when I turned around, I found that the foot pit was full of dandelions. There is a mulberry tree near the toilet behind her house. Every time I climb up to see what's going on in the yard at dusk, her mother thinks I stole mulberries and drew shit on trees, but I can still climb up. I just want to see her. I once fell from a tree and broke my head. Everyone in Qingfeng Street said that I was crazy when I ate my mouth. I'm not crazy. They only know how to eat my mouth, but they don't know that I have thoughts.

2. They drank their wine and I chewed my nails. I said, "Where did Xia Feng go with that woman and brought it back from the provincial capital?"

Zhao Hongsheng said, "You play dumb!" I said, "I really don't know."

Zhao Hongsheng said: "People are classified. Who can Xia Feng see besides the white snow on Qingfeng Street? "

A gust of wind blew the door open, and a rotten newspaper flew in and stuck it on the wall. This is my father's soul back. My father's soul came back as soon as something happened. But I hate my dad these days. He died short-lived when he became a good village cadre. If he is still alive, there must be a matchmaker to encourage me to marry Snow White. When I hated my father, I hated Xia Feng, too. What a big man! Now that he has walked out of Qingfeng Street and has a career in the provincial capital, where can he find a woman? He ate a bowl of braised pork and then took the steamed bread away?

4. "Dog, dog, come!" I shouted, don't call it by its name. It ignored you and called its name. It stopped to have a look, still chasing the black dog Husai of the township government. People in the Xia family are related to the township government, and even dogs are suitable for love.

Ginkgo biloba is not too dry this year. Zhao Hongsheng is picking up the fallen leaves of Ginkgo biloba, a small fan and a small fan. He picked up a big bag and took it back to the drugstore. Junting came in and took a look. Jinlian quickly put on her shoes. Junting didn't speak and went straight into his office. Zhao Hong asked, "Is Junting unhappy?"

Jinlian said, "Can he be happy when you pick up Ginkgo biloba leaves?" This tree is the tea money tree of village cadres! "

Zhao Hongsheng said: "Ginkgo biloba is 20 cents this year, and there are not many fruits."

Jinlian said: "In previous years, the price was fifty cents. It is precisely because this year is a small year that leaves are valuable, but you come to pick them up every day. "

Zhao Hongsheng said: "Not so stingy, right? ! "Turning around, he looked at the window of Junting's office and whispered," Hey, I heard that when he came to the office, he stopped talking as soon as he entered the temple gate. He has to sit in the chair in front of his desk before he speaks, and his seat is the worst, isn't it? "

Jinlian said, "How do you know?"

Zhao Hong said, "That's good, then you have dignity and won't treat the shopkeeper as a buddy!" Jinlian woke up like a dream and said, "So that's it! "

Junting slammed open the office and scolded, "Hongsheng, can you spit out an ivory in your mouth? ! "Zhao Hongsheng lowered his head, did not dare to be quiet, and slipped away from the door with a ginkgo leaf bag.

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