From the fragments of folk customs, folk customs, and local language described in Lu Xun's works, what kind of regional culture is reflected in them?

At this time, a magical picture suddenly flashed into my mind: a golden full moon hung in the deep blue sky, and below was the sandy land on the seaside, all planted with endless green. Among the watermelons, there was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with a silver ring around his neck and a steel fork in his hand. He tried his best to stab a harpoon, but the harpoon twisted its body and escaped from his crotch. .

This young man is Runtu. When I met him, he was only over ten years old, which was about thirty years ago. At that time, my father was still alive and my family was well off, so I was just a young master. That year, my family held a big sacrifice for the new year (3). It is said that this sacrifice only happens once every thirty years, so it is very solemn. During the first month of the year, there are many offerings to the ancestors, and the sacrificial vessels are very particular. There are also many worshipers, and the sacrificial vessels must be guarded against theft. My family only has one busy month (there are three types of workers here: those who work for a certain family throughout the year are called long-term workers; those who work for a certain family on a daily basis are called short-term workers); and those who farm their own land only come to work during the New Year, holidays and rent collection. It must be called a busy month for those who work), and he was too busy, so he told his father that he could ask his son Runtu to take charge of the sacrificial vessels.

We didn’t know what to talk about at that time. I just remember that Runtu was very happy, saying that he saw many things he had never seen before after going to the city.

The next day, I asked him to catch birds. He said:

"This can't be done. It must snow heavily. It snowed on our sandy ground, so I cleared out a clearing, used a short stick to prop up a big bamboo plaque, and scattered the grains. When I saw the birds coming to eat, I just pulled the rope tied to the stick from a distance, and the birds were covered under the bamboo plaque: rice chickens, horned chickens, swans, blue-backed... ”

So I looked forward to snowing again.

Runtu said to me again:

"It's too cold now. Come to us in the summer. We go to the beach to pick up shells during the day. There are red and green ones. Ghost There are people who are afraid, and there are also Guanyin hands. In the evening, my father and I will take care of the watermelon, and you will go too."

"No, people who are walking are thirsty. Picking a melon to eat is not considered stealing here. What we have to worry about is the badger, the hedgehog, and the harpoon. Under the moon, listen, the harpoon is biting the melon. Walk gently..."

I didn't know what this so-called thing was at that time - and I still don't know it now - I just felt that it looked like a puppy for no reason and was very strange. ferocious.

"Doesn't he bite?"

"There is a Hucha. When you get there, you see the harpoon, and you stab it. This beast is very smart and runs towards you. Instead, it escaped from under the crotch. His fur was as smooth as oil..."

I never knew there were so many new things in the world: there are such colorful shells on the seaside; watermelons have such dangerous experiences, I only knew that he was selling out in the fruit shop.

"In our sandy land, when the tide is coming, there are many jumping fish that just jump, with two legs like frogs..."

______________ "Hometown"