Children in the mountains (2)

? The alley in the village is where we played when we were young. When we are busy all day, we jump up and down and play hide and seek. I can't play at home Every time I eat, my mother always stands in front of the door, shouting the baby's birth name and eating.

? At that time, villages were generally distributed like this. Some homes are halfway up the mountain, ours is halfway up the mountain, and some homes are at the foot of the mountain, with rice fields at the door and streams outside. Adults wash rice, vegetables and clothes by the stream, while children drip water in the stream. In today's villages, villagers build new houses by the stream, and wooden tile houses halfway up the mountain or halfway up the mountain are almost empty. A few years ago, someone came to buy such a wooden house, and all the beams were removed. The discerning businessman smelled the wood (Chinese fir, nanmu ...).

? As soon as Mr Li came back to the countryside with me, he was fascinated by the scenery here. He went back to the house to get some oranges, and the man disappeared with his children. Tell me about this man. When he got up early in the morning, he didn't know. When I woke up, I heard my mother shouting downstairs, saying that he would go out after getting up and cleaning the floor, and asked me to call this man back for breakfast. After breakfast, I followed my father-in-law to Taoyuan to keep watch. My father-in-law wants to use local materials and burn a piece of hay. Worried that the fire would soon reach the mountain, he assigned the man a task. After lunch, they invited their brother-in-law, and they took their two children to the valley. Alone, I decided to quietly look at the old house on the hillside. The roads in the village are basically cement roads and the walls are also cement walls. Adobe walls and stone roads left the way to the old house. Walking all the way, picking up time all the way.

? On this road halfway up the mountain, there used to be two small shops and a rushing canal. The water in front of the shop is very wide, and the water is collected. I used to bring my brother and a group of other friends from the same village to play here. I used to wash my hands, shine my shoes or chase ducks back and forth in this canal. When their own adults saw it, they ran away and made a lot of small things. They just ran away and disappeared. There are people who have been cleaned up. I remember being chased and beaten by my mother and threatening to beat me. I've really only been beaten once or twice. Once I played with water so much that I was soaked through. When I got home, I was tied to the door by my mother and whipped with a bamboo whip. My brother squatted on the ground and let my mother smoke. I hid in the house and my neighbor's aunt was beaten by my mother. Presumably my mother really wanted to slap me, and most of me ran away, so I basically didn't pursue it. Maybe you hit me too hard this time. I branded myself in my heart. Later, I learned that I was beaten a lot since I was a child, but my brother always squatted and didn't run, and my mother was angry, so I didn't run.

When I walked to the old house, there was only ruins left, but I still couldn't resist the inner turmoil. My ears seem to recall the shouts and laughter of my friends. I seem to see everyone digging out pupae in a crack in the stone, then being stung by bees and crying. Everyone takes a bamboo, bends it into a circle with a thin bamboo pole, and ties both ends into a small bamboo pole, so that they can get on the spider web and jump on butterflies and dragonflies. ?

Pushing open the door, it becomes a vegetable field, a broken stove, a water tank and a washing trough. The old house is gone, and four families live side by side in this open space, two uncles and aunts and an uncle. The babies of four families are enough to create jubilation on this soil, and then in fact, all the children of the same age or older in the village play together, with the boss arguing and the west arguing. The favorite games in the old house are hide-and-seek and homemade swings. At that time, we often played with the rope and pole tied by dad upstairs. When two ropes are hung on the beam, a bolt is tied, and the poles are crossed at both ends of the ropes, there is a swing. The whole floor was noisy, and most of the time people fell and cried. Big brother and big sister take care of little brother and little sister, and then they play hide-and-seek and run to another house.

The second floor is gone, only a small door and adobe wall are left, and a balcony is built outside to dry things, which is also paved with wood and boards. When I was a child, I was very courageous. I climbed where I could stand, and wrestling was inevitable. The most common dream of my whole childhood was that I almost rolled off this balcony. When it rains, I'm used to it, but I'm not afraid, even if the adults clamor for rainy days not to go there to play. Just after a rainy day stopped, we went to play as usual. I slipped and fell into a ditch from upstairs. Chickens and ducks flying downstairs. Naturally, I screamed. My mother was even more cruel, and I was beaten without saying anything. This is another time I remember being beaten. Wait till we grow up. I asked her, but I'm not afraid of falling to death. Why did she call first? My mother said she scared me to death. Fortunately, I was hung on a bamboo pole, and then the bamboo pole broke and I continued to fall. I was relieved to see that I was all right, but a wave of anger welled up in her heart and beat me up. Maybe he was a troublemaker before school. From the conversation between aunt and uncle, "I went to school, and I am much more stable." You can guess a thing or two, but adults will never guess. Just after I left her, I grew up overnight and restrained all practical jokes.

? Time finally left mottled marks on the latch. The past inside the door, the good times outside the door, and the unborn children who grew up at that time almost all lived under the same roof for four generations, and all of them were frozen again on grandma's 90th birthday. I wish the world a beautiful place and grandma a long and healthy life. Children in the mountains can't finish telling stories. Enjoy some ecological maps.