Weeping marriage prose

My heart has been as cold as water since my elder sister got married in tears. As long as I close my eyes, I will think of her tears.

The same is crying, but the meaning of crying for marriage is different. This is the end of a prostitute's era and the beginning of a young woman's life. Therefore, crying for marriage is complicated, and there are gains and losses; There is joy in sorrow and sorrow in joy; There is hate in sorrow and love in hate, which can be called sadness and joy.

Before the National Day, my sister suddenly wrote to me, which made my eyes shine. I haven't contacted my relatives for many years since I spoke on the phone in the mountain village. When I picked up the phone and pressed a string of numbers, the receiver immediately waded through mountains and rivers, and there was a familiar local accent. The telephone makes the earth a village. Who else will pedantically choose a letter that won't arrive in ten days and a half?

I was shocked when the postman handed me the letter that day. Then I glanced at the sender's address. On the sky-blue envelope, there is a red imitation of Song Dynasty, like a string of dense words, indicating my native place: xiushui county, Jiangxi. Envelopes and stamps are printed together, and the left third is occupied by a beautiful landscape, which is the expanded Huang Tingjian Memorial Hall.

Standing on the street of the city, I hold a letter from home in my hand, just like holding a rare tree species, as if I saw a pigeon flying in the wind under the blue sky, with the smell of hometown soil, which brought the field breeze of Jiangxi red soil. My mood is indescribable urgency. The beautiful envelope was opened before the postman's back disappeared. I reached into my finger and pulled out a thick stack. I opened a big red invitation and a short message. The letter is my sister's handwriting, with a wide and flat font and loose strokes, which looks like a middle-aged sister.

The letter was short, but it made me feel deep affection. My sister told me that my niece 1 1 is getting married and arranged for my uncle to be the bride. Because according to the custom and etiquette of hometown, all relatives who are related by blood can't be invited orally, and they must be invited by red invitation cards to show their solemnity.

After reading my sister's letter, I suddenly had deep expectations. What else can you expect? I can't tell you for sure.

I have been wandering in the countryside, and my brain is almost dry. My sister's letter, like a suspended water rope in a deep well, touched my wet homesickness and reminded people of the gushing spring water in the depths of the stratum.

I really want to hear the crying marriage that I haven't heard for years. Is it nostalgia because of the growth of age? Or is a mediocre life too boring? My heart is like a dry land, longing for a soaking rain in the sky of my hometown.

I don't know if the thousands of years' historical heritage in this village where the smoke is getting thinner and thinner is being covered by reinforced concrete buildings like ancient houses. Can the custom of crying marriage be a specimen that runs through ancient times and conveys the truest homesickness and local accent? I don't know the answer yet, but I really want to know the difference between my niece's crying marriage and my sister's crying marriage thirty years ago.

Before I left, my wife and I discussed it for a long time. My sister's family hasn't held a wedding for many years. Since my niece is married, we should prepare a decent gift. I went to the mall several times and chose the right one. I picked it up and put it down, but I couldn't find the right gift. Many people are confused and simple. This language tells a simple philosophy. Faced with too many choices, people are easily confused. I often encounter this kind of embarrassment in the case of rich material and rampant desire. Later, I wanted to simply send a red envelope! I prepared two red envelopes, one for my sister and one for my niece. Now that children are like babies, I estimate that before my niece gets married, the mother and daughter will definitely cry goodbye.

This red envelope of mine is for this matter. Weeping weddings usually take turns, and all the closest people will appear. According to the wedding procedure, they are "crying father", "crying mother", "crying brother and sister", "crying uncle", "crying grandfather", "crying matchmaker", "crying to send ancestors" and "crying comb".

Girls will cry one by one, and then relatives will be red-eyed, take out long-prepared red envelopes, comfort the girls, congratulate her on giving birth to a child and getting married early. ...

two

I haven't been back to my hometown for years. It turns out that going home is a very tortuous thing. It takes mountain riding, water riding and several bus transfers to get there. Unexpectedly, the remote and isolated Jiuling Mountain has changed a lot in recent years. The biggest change in the construction of new countryside is road construction. Although the road is not wide, it is all cement. When the fog clears, standing on a high place and looking down, the road is like an old gray straw rope, winding among the mountains. Under the straw rope, there are a pair of invisible hands that shake the sleeping mountains again and again.

I arrived at my sister's house two days in advance. First, I wanted to walk in the mountains and breathe more fresh air. Secondly, I hope to relive the festive atmosphere in the countryside. According to my sister, my niece is going to have 30 wedding tables this time. I think, how many people do you need to arrange a wedding banquet for 30 tables? I remember when I was in middle school, I was arranged to work at a wedding banquet in a mountain village. I have done odd jobs such as carrying water, washing vegetables, washing dishes and serving food. Later, I worked harder to borrow tables and chairs. People living in the mountains are scattered. It seems that there is only one ditch in Liangshan Mao, but if you want to bypass that family, you have to climb more than a dozen slopes and turn more than a dozen bends. Some people say that people in the mountains smell their mouths, and outsiders run for a long time. How many tables and chairs do you need for a 30-table banquet? How many cups and plates are there? Especially now, it is more difficult for many families to go out as a whole behind closed doors. Thinking of this difficult thing, I secretly worried about my sister's wedding reception.

However, my sister's brother-in-law is very calm. The day before the wedding reception, I found my sister's house empty, which made people wonder. I couldn't help it before lunch, so I asked my brother-in-law, "Tomorrow is the wedding reception. Why didn't you see anything?"

For such a big wedding reception, according to the usual experience, a lot of helpful relatives and friends have to go to church a few days in advance to make preparations. What my brother-in-law said surprised me. He said, "Don't worry, someone will come after lunch." After that, I still smoke slowly. Sure enough, several minivans came after lunch, and I understood everything at a glance. No wonder my brother-in-law is so carefree. There were pots and pans, tables and chairs in the car. A group of people jumped out of the car with a clear division of labor: moving things, putting up scaffolding and laying wires. Soon, the rainbow door in front of the house was set up, and a big tent made of striped cloth was opened.

An hour or two later, the scene was properly decorated, and there were deafening pop songs in the stereo, including Song Ziying's "Good Days", Zhao Yonghua's "The Most Romantic Thing" for a while, and finally a fiery "Big Sedan". Suona and singing in the mountains are no longer popular. There is a shortage of people and too few helpers. They all give the wedding banquet to professional households, and others contract the materials, so everything is easy. After the wedding reception, the charge will be made according to the order, and the host only needs to conduct on the spot.

In addition to welcoming guests, the family is responsible for receiving gifts and managing accounts, and other things are handled by professional households. Looking at my sister and brother-in-law, I feel as relaxed as a guest. I didn't expect to pass by. It has changed so much.

What surprised me even more was that a long wedding car decorated with colorful flowers was parked outside my niece's wedding day. That's the wedding motorcade. I heard that there are also special personnel to manage it, and many intersections have posted their small advertisements. From beginning to end, my niece is cheerful, smiling and beaming, without any sadness before marriage. I thought at that time, if you have fun now, you will cry in the future!

In Jiuling Mountain, where the mountains are high and the water is long, "My son will go home and stay at home", and crying for marriage is still an essential ceremony. It is not only the need of etiquette, the expression of emotion, but also the inheritance of folk culture and the continuation of local concept. Besides, my sister has been there before. When she got married, she cried very sadly and painfully. Her feelings were so devoted and her heart was so sad that her little brother cried with tears.

I can't doubt that crying marriage is an artificial performance. It is obviously difficult for mother and daughter to cry goodbye. No matter how boring and poor the years were, the villagers never stopped crying and getting married, and never showed boredom. Crying for marriage is the most brilliant thing for a girl to get married. If it is omitted, it will be like a drama losing its fascinating climax. The host will feel humiliated, and the friends and relatives who support him will feel boring.

In Jiuling Mountain, crying marriage is a unique and ancient custom. When the wedding day approached and the dowry was ready, the girl's heart began to beat faster. In order to make happy events calm, lively and festive, weddings are generally chosen after the off-season. When the crops are ripe, the rice and wheat are returned to the warehouse, and plows and hoes are hung on the beams. At this time, the men and women who have been busy in the soil for half a year have completely relaxed and have enough leisure to hold happy events.

When the sultry summer heat gradually subsided, the village became subtle and full. Walking through the mountain ridge, I feel that the sky is far away, the wind is clear, the clouds are light, and the village is dry and bright under the blue sky. Straw and wheat straw piled into a round haystack, and the yard was clean. At this time, the village with a smoky kitchen is like a lyric part of a poem, and like the villagers, it has deep expectations, expecting the beautiful suona to blow in the golden wind and the married girl to cry shyly in her mother's arms.

My sister's crying marriage began with silent tears. Throughout the winter, I stayed up late every day, flying needles to give everyone in my husband's family a pair of cloth shoes with a thousand layers of bottom and a thousand layers of top, with well-balanced stitches and fine workmanship. This is the first level to test whether a girl is original or not. When the wedding shoes and clothes were ready, my mother began to get red eyes. My sister looked at the box full of newly made cloth shoes, covered with the quilt cover of Yuanyang, spent a full moon pillowcase, and gave birth to your son's handkerchief early, and couldn't help sobbing secretly.

Mother is in poor health, and the family affairs are generally shared by her sister. Now my sister will leave her relatives and become another daughter-in-law. It's hard to follow one's inclinations when going home in the future, and freedom is like the wind. Suddenly, a word was added and it became "back to my parents' house". When a mother thinks of her daughter, her heart is as hard to give up as cutting meat; My sister couldn't help crying at the thought of her love when she left her mother.

The night before the wedding, my sister spent it in tears. That night, everyone felt very uncomfortable and particularly heavy. Marriage is a festive event, but married girls always greet this sweet and exciting day with tears, and express their reluctance and gratitude to their parents and relatives for their hometown with tears and marriage.

The villagers in Jiulingshan always seem to be full of enthusiasm for crying marriage, watching the excitement of girls crying marriage. There will always be a room full of people, and everyone wants to see if the girl cries or not. The more you cry, the better you listen. Singing and sighing touched others and made others cry with the girl. This is amazing, this is success! The success of crying marriage not only proves that the girl is virtuous and considerate, but also shows that she is smart and capable. The more red envelopes relatives give her, the brighter her face will be. If you are clumsy, incoherent, stuttering, or even a girl who can't cry well after marriage, others will look down on her and lift their heads. It's really a bit difficult to make a good wedding cry, because those lyrics should be subtle and decent. When you see anything, you cry, improvise and improvise, just like a paper, and the examiner next to it is waiting to judge and score.

three

According to the popular custom, if I want to give a red envelope, it will cost 888 yuan. Surprisingly, my niece didn't give me a chance at all. Until the firecrackers like fried beans exploded and the jewel-like bride carried the wedding car, she still didn't find any sisters crying or sighing. From beginning to end, both mother and daughter are smiling brightly and extremely happy.

Seeing this scene, I felt very lost in my heart. More than twenty years ago, the scene of my sister getting married always shook in front of my eyes. My sister walked out of the low wooden house with tears in her face. She took her father first and cried:

There are many stars in the sky, and many months are unknown. My father has worked hard for me.

Dad's kindness is endless, which is hard to say.

One is afraid that we are hungry, and the other is afraid that we are sick;

Third, afraid of being uglier than others, Dai Yue took pains to wear stars.

Fourth, afraid that we have no culture, send them to school.

My brother and sister were brought up, and Fermi was very kind. ...

The father was sighed to tears by his daughter. He stood upright and kept rubbing his hands, not knowing how to comfort his tearful daughter. Then I began to cry for my mother, but my mother cried first, so the mother and daughter cried and sighed together: my little girl! My dear, be patient when you go to his house! Be careful! It is your duty to be filial to your in-laws. You should change your temper! You go to somebody else's parents and ask Leng Cha to sift it as hot tea. My little daughter, my parents! You should hold it high, you should put it down gently. Be patient! You should be obedient, virtuous and follow your husband. ...

After crying, my parents began to cry for my sister, and my sister would cry with me, which would be more lively.

Mother was in tears and the pain spread all over her body. After my sister's wedding date was fixed, my mother secretly cried, and my mother woke up in a dream with tears that wet the pillow. In the dead of night, I feel dejected. She loves and misses her daughter and can't give up her daughter. I watched my daughter, who was only a foot long when she was born, work hard to raise her and suddenly become another person. ...

The past has disrupted time and space, making me dream. I wonder if this village is still the one I used to be. In my memory, Jiuling Mountain is a kingdom of etiquette, with many weddings, funerals, red tape and a series of ancient ceremonies, which make people dizzy. Now, in the blink of an eye, all manners have been removed, and the spiritual highland is deserted. Even the wedding candles lost their original excitement and only became a quiet ceremony. The once complex and mysterious village is like a misty mountain, wrinkled, clear and bare. Many lengthy details were quickly deleted, and a brief history of the village was casually turned over in the hands of the younger generation. From then on, the pursuit of fashion began to go straight to the theme of life. ...

That night, as the bride's first cousin, I was enthusiastically surrounded by the man's relatives and friends and urged me to drink. No matter how I explain it: I am in poor health, my stomach is serious, and I am taking medicine, but I can't drop water. It depends, even in the late stage of gastric cancer, I have to drink those wines. Excessive enthusiasm has evolved into a kind of barbarism, and those relatives and friends who accompany the wine can't help saying: No one can neglect their loved ones! They threatened to seduce me, used both hard and soft methods, and attacked me frequently. How can I refuse to be an alcoholic? After three or five drinks, the rivers and lakes burst their banks, covered in filth and extremely embarrassed. Only at this level can the relatives and friends who accompany the guests feel that they are basically in place.

I feel dizzy and don't know how to go to bed. I was thirsty in the middle of the night to find water to drink. After drinking the water, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Look at the house is a new building, the design and decoration are the same as those in the city, the bed is also a new solid wood bed, and the mattress is wide and elastic, but I just can't sleep in bed.

I heard that my nephew and son-in-law went out empty-handed. After years of hard work, he has now established his own factory with an annual income of more than one million. My sister's house was built at the expense of my nephew's son-in-law My family has a full set of electrical appliances, and my brother-in-law's bicycle has long been replaced by a motorcycle, which is very convenient to travel between Shan Ye. Sister doesn't have to mud a foot, water a foot, sun and rain, flapping in the field all day.

In the dark, my sister's bright smile kept shaking in front of my eyes. If people are compared to a plant, then the face is a petal, and each petal reveals the inner secret in bloom. To what extent can a person's happiness be strong? In order to cover up his pain and sadness, he seems to have found an example in his sister.

Sister's marriage is a great loss to the family. Without effective helpers, the quality of life of the whole family has obviously declined, and the mother's condition has worsened. So when my sister got married, she cried from the heart, complained about an era, and finally looked back at a family. I finally understand that in the old society, the change of relatives is helpless and painful. The niece's marriage is the beginning of a happy journey and the improvement of the quality of life. There is no reason to cry when you are immersed in your heartfelt feelings and live like honey.

I vaguely remember that Fiona Fang in Jiuling Mountain has the same custom, that is, each married parent will get a piece of fine pork, which is wrapped in red paper by the man and given to his parents in a basket, called "the meat of the mother"; A hundred years later, when a woman dies, she should send a piece of meat to her relatives. This kind of meat is called "river mat". No one knows the true meaning of this custom, except that the married daughter will always be the darling of her family.

four

In those days when I returned to Jiuling Mountain, I felt the changing times. I was stunned by the word "homeland". In the era of globalization like ploughing and sweeping holes, it brings us not only the loss of native land and the betrayal of spirit. The dating of traditional culture, the drastic change of aesthetic orientation, the renewal of moral orientation and the fall of universal values seem to be completely zero overnight, and a country has been thoroughly cleaned from spirit to body. Hallucinations, amnesia, sleepwalking, greed and imagination have become a kind of * * * sickness, and the so-called part has degenerated into an armchair functional word. After moaning and singing, I walked into the present country, and I couldn't find my way. This country is no longer favored by the ancients for thousands of years. The country that worships ancestors, continues to receive incense, is filled with smoke and haunted by ghosts has been banned by modern means.

This is an era of distraction. I have no right to let a village stagnate for a long time, and always look innocently at the original intention of clear water and the promise of mountains. Life, vegetation and autumn, spirit and matter will make the most faithful interpretation. When a person is born, the first sound is crying, and when he leaves, it is the crying of his relatives. In secular desires, although crying is more touching than laughing, just as tragedy is always more human than comedy, laughing is always better than crying in reality!

Looking at the villages around Qiuyang, there are very few young people, leaving only the left-behind elderly and children at home. Sometimes when someone dies in the village, it is difficult for eight people to carry the coffin, because no one has contracted the funeral to others. Looking back at that year, Jiuling Mountain was a red and white wedding, building a house and building a ship, and all the villagers and neighbors in the distance lined up to help voluntarily. It was a rural feeling that did not ask for anything in return, and it was also a warm traditional local feeling.

My brother-in-law told me that two months ago, a family's house in the village suddenly caught fire in the middle of the night, and a woman rushed out in horror with her child in her arms. She cried and shouted at the entrance of the village, shouting: put out the fire quickly! Fuoco! In the night, the voice was urgent and sad, and some old, weak and sick people got up, but they couldn't help themselves at all. Only four or five young people struggled to put out the fire, but the family was finally burned to ashes. ...

That night, I walked alone on a path covered with fallen leaves. This is a road that was once very familiar. At that time, flocks of cattle and sheep walked from here to the wide grassland, and the shepherd waved his whip, and the crisp sound still echoed in his ears. Looking for fields, farmhouses, ponds and trees in the past. ...

The path was like a question mark, and in the dusk, I walked into an idea that I had never had before. It was a aftertaste, a memory and an epiphany.

Standing on this homeland where I raised myself, I can see the scattered bones in my hometown, and I can't see the rotten grass at my knees, which has covered the face of my homeland. The place I passed was once the ruins of windmills, mortars, subway cars, dye houses and oil mills. Looking back at those people and things that have gone far away, those feelings and things have unconsciously become the composition of an ancient painting. From then on, we can only cherish the memory under the page.

Time goes by, although the road is still that way, people are still this person, and no matter how hard they try, they can't reach the former countryside! Looking around, I saw a fish scale tomb at the end of the road, which was layered and densely packed with ancestors sleeping in the genealogy.