Lihuapo's prose

misty, rustling and drizzling. It was a rain forty years ago, washing the earth houses in the mountain village, moistening the vegetation on the hillside, and kissing a pear tree; It was another parting rain, dripping from the brim of my hat, beating my cheek and wetting a child's heart. The mother took the child, and the father carried the family's belongings in his backpack and walked out of the village in the leisurely rain of Lihua Slope. The child's tears blurred her eyes, and the mother conveniently folded a bunch of pear flowers by the roadside. When she smelled them, she wanted to keep the faint fragrance in her heart. Then, she wiped the rain on her face and gave the pear flower bunch to the child: this is the smell of pear flower slope, remember it, son.

lihuapo is a small mountain village with less than 1 families in the mountain corners on the northern slope of the western Qinling Mountains. Pear blossoms are full of sour pear trees on the hillside. In March, the children shouted like singing, "In March, March and a half, peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are blooming, and sour pear blossoms are so anxious." When the pear blossoms are in full bloom, Grain Rain will pass. The green hillside is dotted with white clouds. When the mountain wind blows, the faint fragrance will fill the farmhouse, and the crows and dogs in the yard will keep the pear blossoms fresh.

I was born in this pear tree forest. Every year, when pear blossoms are in full bloom, the buds of Hedysarum on the hillside grow a foot tall, and they are purple and tender. My friends and I like lambs foraging into the forest and fold them to eat, which is crisp and sweet with a hint of Chinese herbal medicine. Sometimes we pick the petals of pears and soak them in water. The taste is comparable to that of rock sugar Sydney today. When the pear blossoms are gone, the sour pears as big as fingers' bellies are covered with branches. For children who eat bran and swallow vegetables, the green and stiff pears are as precious as the fruits of life. Climb up this tree and come down from that tree. After tasting them all over, pick a few trees that are not bitter or sour and keep them in mind. "sour pears hurt people when they are full of apricots, but people are buried under plum trees." This is a nursery rhyme that we shouted at that time. You can't eat more apricots. If you eat too much, you will vomit. You should eat less plums. If you eat too much, your teeth will be sore and your stomach will swell. Only sour pears can make people burp. When the sour pears are ripe, everyone will fight for them. They will carry them back to their families one by one, cut them into pieces to dry, and grind them into fried noodles with big oats, which are sour and sweet in their mouths and can be used as food for half a year. However, we have to pick out a sour pear with bright color and sweet taste and bury it in the pile of wheat clothes. It is called lying sour pear. After ten and a half days, it will be completely black and soft, moistening the lungs and cooling the heart, which can cure heat cough. A child can have a basket of sour pears lying in the dark, and he can be a rich man.

I don't know why my parents took me to move, and left Lihua slope to live in a place I haven't even heard of. But I can only follow my parents and walk in the mud covered with pear blossom rain, leaving the pear blossom slope with all the happiness of my childhood. < P > The rain that day was falling and falling, which was so sad, just like my heart that I didn't want to leave. After walking less than two miles, I couldn't bear to leave, pretending that I couldn't walk. My father took out a few things from my backpack, let my mother hold them, and put me on my back. I was sitting in a cradle, swaying, and tears and rain filled my cheeks. My father coaxed me to stop crying, and when we settle down in our new home, you will go to Lihuapo to see grandma and my second uncle. Listening to my father's words, my heart is a little more stable. Yes, there are grandma and uncle. I can still go to Lihua slope. What are you sad about?

The new home is more than 3 miles away from Lihuapo. My father said, this is not a new home, but our Laozi and Zhuangzi, where Grandpa is buried. Before liberation, I ran away as a bandit, and my grandmother took him and my second uncle to escape to Lihuapo, so I returned to Zhuang Zi. The village is called Xiaoqiao Village. As the name implies, where there is a bridge, there is water. The Danan River, a tributary of the Weihe River, bends around the front of the village and rushes north to the Weihe River. Hundreds of acres of fertile fields are alluvial in Xiaoqiao Village, which is much more spacious and flat than the pear flower slope sandwiched between two mountains. My people vacated a hut where Grandfather separated his grandfather. My father built a stove in two days, and we settled down. The earthen house is nine feet wide and two feet long. When entering the door, there is a stove on one side and a kang on the other. There is no furniture, but it is very warm by parents. During the day, my parents have to work in the production team. I follow people I don't know and my parents who follow me wherever they go. In the evening, my father always has something to go out, and my mother is sewing under the kerosene lamp. I lie on my side and watch, and I also make trouble for my mother from time to time. After being punished by my mother, I think about my pear blossom slope.

Li Huapo has a lot of my friends. After dinner, we string together one by one, get together to play, play devil, hide and seek, and show movies ... We made a projector out of cardboard boxes, and we can project the patterns on the paper onto the wall with the light of a flashlight. We also glued dozens of matchboxes together to make a medicine cabinet for doctors to hold herbs. It is drawer-type and contains all kinds of herbs collected by ourselves, such as Glycyrrhiza uralensis Fisch, Scutellaria baicalensis Georgi, Cortex Phellodendri, Artemisia argyi, Almond, Lycium barbarum, Hedysarum hedysari, Bupleurum chinense and Pinellia ternata ... We know all kinds of herbs on the mountain, all of which were dug by ourselves. Knowing that the hand is cut, picking a white tooth leather and rubbing green juice on the wound can stop the bleeding; Sleeping wets the kang. If you eat a handful of wild fruit called Milk Head, you won't wets the kang. The black-purple fruit of Spica Spica must not be eaten. It is a laxative, laxative, and it will cause diarrhea immediately after eating it. We always steal licorice and Hedysarum. Once I ate Pinellia ternata as a small pea, and I was poisoned. My tongue hung long and my saliva flowed in a line. My mother got a bowl of sauerkraut slurry to eat before I recovered. After that, my parents stopped me from playing medicine. Our boss has also learned a lesson. The medicine cabinet is no longer packed with miscellaneous herbs, but has been modified with edible things such as sour pear slices, dried apricots, soybeans and adzuki beans. Pear blossoms, we pick pear petals, it is a useful thing, dry mouth contains a few petals in the mouth, that refreshing energy is beyond words, it can also remove facial acne. I want to cry when I think about pear blossom slope, and I will secretly cry.

This year, I went to school. Once in a while, my grandmother came to see me, but I have never been to Lihuapo. After school started in autumn, my father suddenly told my mother that he was going to Lihua Slope. My second uncle beat some sour pears and told him to carry them back and slice them to grind fried noodles. The next morning, I played truant and squatted under the big walnut tree in front of my house, waiting for my father. I also wanted to go to Lihuapo. Father borrowed a donkey from the production team, put on a saddle and moved after drinking morning tea. When my father was about to leave the village, I followed him, slowly keeping my distance, fearing that my father would find me. I walked against the trees on the side of the road, but my father saw me even though I walked furtively. Father didn't blame me and let me ride on the donkey. He said he wanted to take me to see my grandmother, so he didn't tell me that he was afraid of delaying my study. Since I came secretly, I would happily go back to my "mother's house". Yes, Lihuapo is my birthplace and my maiden. I ride on the donkey's back, and I really have the feeling of "going back to my maiden" as a kannika nimtragol.

I never stopped when I entered the courtyard of my uncle's house. My friends in the village listened to me and came to play with me, so we went to the pear forest on the slope to find the pear tree. We gave it the name Mali. The fruit on this tree is the same size as hawthorn fruit, and it is golden yellow. The surface looks like a black spot with a needle tip and a pockmarked face. But the sour pear fruit is very sweet, and it is the most brittle and sweet tree that we found after picking all over the pear slope. Everyone remembers it. Climbing up the pear tree, I picked a bag of pears, which I want to take back to lie down. There should be no trauma, and the injured pears will rot when lying down. My friends gave me everything they picked, and when my second mother came to call me for dinner, my schoolbag was full. After dinner, my father forced me to go back before I came to play and talk with my friends. The sky is bad and gloomy. It's going to rain. In fact, I have a lot to say to my friends. I have gone to school, and everyone is very fresh. There is no school in Lihua Slope, and they are still playing on the hillside all day. Before I could say anything about school, my father put a bag of sour pears on the donkey's back, and the donkey creaked to leave.

an autumn wind blew, and continuous autumn rain fell in the sky. Grandma carried me out of the village and put me on the donkey's back. I left. In the rain, I turned to look at my grandmother standing at the entrance of the village and those best friends. I cried and held my schoolbag full of pears tightly in my arms. When can I go back to Lihuapo again, and I can show a "movie" with my friends and catch "medicine" for a while?

I went to middle school when I went back to Lihuapo for the second time, because my grandmother lived with us in the second year after we moved, and my parents had no worries, so I seldom went to Lihuapo. My father said that Lihuapo broke his heart and he didn't want to think about it.

I went with the school propaganda team. Lihuapo's farmland infrastructure is well done, and the county is famous, which is an example for the whole commune to learn. Our school's literary propaganda team went to express condolences. I can't dance, I can't sing in five tones, but I can write a few big characters with a brush, and the teacher leads me to write slogans. It was late autumn, the autumn crops had been put into storage, and the winter wheat had been sown. The scene of Lihua slope is shocking, and almost all the hillside fields around the village have been built into horizontal terraces, which are spread out one by one. Almost all the sour pear trees on the edge of the terraced fields have been grafted into pear trees, and the leaves are frosted and red, which reflects the golden color of birch leaves and seems to have entered a giant oil painting. The propaganda team went to the labor site to perform, and our task was to draw characters. The teacher pointed to a row of slogan walls standing on the hillside and said, each person draws one, and draws it carefully, and can't draw it out of shape. I looked up and saw five walls standing halfway up the mountain from east to west, with red characters embedded in the white wall, which was dazzling. Each of us carried half a bucket of red soil mixed with water, pinched a large flat brush used by painters, and ran into the shade to climb to the writing wall respectively.

standing halfway up the mountain, I look around, and the village is at my feet. I am looking for the memories of my childhood, identifying the courtyards, and looking for the earthen house where I was born. Malishu is still there, and my uncle's house is clearly visible. Only the earthen house is gone, and it has been replaced by a row of semi-old blue tile houses-the school buildings in Lihua Village. A trace of sadness is surging in my heart, standing on Lihua slope, but it has gone away from me.

On this day, I met my childhood friends. Some of them are in primary school, while others have earned work points in the production team. After three years of primary school, the former doll worked as a clerk in the production team. There was a joke saying: "Pear flower slope, pear flower slope, there is no literate person on the slope, and writing a couplet has to go over the mountains to ask for help." Literacy is scarce, and our doll head is reused by the production team. He told me that all the pear trees on the slope were grafted by my uncle on the sour pear tree, and the photo of my uncle grafting pear trees was published in the county newspaper. My second uncle grafted it alone? I asked. The clerk said that he was alone in the first two years, and later he took several apprentices and grafted more than 3 thousand pear trees. There are several varieties of Jinping pear, Huaxin pear and banana pear. Every year, when pears are ripe, each family has to divide them into two or three hundred kilograms. Grafted on sour pear trees, the taste and appearance are excellent. In the past two years, he has sold his family's shares in the market, which can support the family sales for half a year. I suddenly remembered a sentence: "Jin Pinghua's heart is delicious, which is the root of bitter and sour pears", which means that people can't forget their roots and forget their own foundations.

When I was leaving Lihuapo, I ran to my uncle's house and asked him for a photo of him grafting pear trees. This is a five-inch black-and-white photo. My uncle is wearing a straw hat and sealing the newly grafted tree with wax. The second uncle smiled sweetly. The diameter of the sour pear stump was three or four centimeters, and the branches of the grafted pear tree were more than ten centimeters long, and the leaves were bulging and ready to go. I carefully put the photo in my textbook and put it in my schoolbag. I want to keep it as a souvenir of my return to Lihuapo. < P > I left my hometown after graduating from middle school and never returned to Lihuapo. With the growth of age, I miss Lihua slope more and more strongly.

last winter, my second uncle died. After receiving the news, I rushed to Lihua slope overnight. My second uncle's memory is still the picture of a pear tree grafted with a smile in a straw hat. I knelt in front of his coffin, and the picture in my mind was slowly enlarged, occupying all of my heart, and tears rushed out of my eyes. My cousin helped me up and comforted me, saying that people in their seventies were called great grandfathers, and now it is a happy event to leave, so we don't cry. Two days before his death, he was still walking around the village, lying on the kang for two days, and left without any sin, so I didn't cry. I haven't lost my loved ones. My parents are still alive, and my second mother's body is also tough. My second uncle was the first person in my parents' generation to die. My tears were uncontrollable, but I didn't cry out loud. In fact, this silent cry is even more distressing. My cousin arranged for me to have a rest in the wing. When I entered the door, I bumped into my childhood movie partner. The "doctor" who stole Pinellia from the medicine cabinet was also there, and so was the recorder of the production team. They said that this funeral should be a happy event. Seventy years old is rare, and weddings and funerals are a happy event!

This evening, we reviewed our childhood, and we enjoyed it so much. And talk about their lives today, of course, the theme is children. Compared with our generation, children are happy, and each has his own career to do. The son of the "doctor" became a doctor in the township health center, and Chinese medicine is very famous; The daughter of the clerk worked in the county, became a family and had children; The two sons of the partner who released the film are working outside, and only the elderly stay at home all the year round. It is somewhat sad to hear that the sons have bought a house in the city and are not going back to Lihua Slope.

sitting in the middle of the night, an old man as skinny as my father came. He coughed when he entered the door, and the old man got asthma. Looking at his uncomfortable appearance, I quickly let him sit on the kang and stir up the coal stove to simmer the pots of tea. The old man asked my father how he was, and I said he was better than you. At the age of 8, he can still take care of himself. The old man sighed, and he had something to say, and he groaned. He took a sip of tea, coughed a little slower, and said that when he was young, he was a militia company commander and had a problem with my father. It suddenly dawned on me that he might be one of the reasons why my father said he broke his heart. How should I face him, hate him? When I looked at him again, I couldn't hate him. His face was turned blue and purple by coughing, his gray hair was sparse, and a pinch of goatee was stuck in his chin, which made people read his stubbornness. He said that he didn't study and didn't understand the reason, so he followed the "movement" and did something sorry to my parents, so that my parents got up and left from Lihuapo. He can't forgive himself when he thinks about it all these years. He often asks about my father, knowing that life is good, and his heart is a little better. He said, in fact, my father moved right at that time, and Xiaoqiao Village was in better condition than Lihuapo. Listening to the old man's confession, I said calmly, it's been decades. Don't mention it. My father has already put it down, so don't think about it.

In fact, as long as you get over death, that's the way it is, and no life can be avoided. Uncle has left, and we wish his old man a good journey. We have prepared enough Mingbi paper money for him, and the TV car villa enjoyed by modern people is everything. I hope he will live a happy life in another world. My second uncle stayed at home for seven days, and we sent him into the soil of Lihua slope in tears, and he was buried.

Snowflakes are floating in the sky, and they are surging in succession. In about half an hour, the whole pear blossom slope is as white as a white mourning shirt on my body. The branches of the pear trees on the hillside are bloated, and the snowflakes are stacked one after another, and the petals are flying down, just like the pear blossoms falling all over the tree, covering the grave of the second uncle. At the moment, the world was silvery white, and heaven and earth were integrated. It was in this "blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" that I left Lihua Slope.

when I walked out of the pear blossom slope, I looked back and saw that the pear trees on the hillside covered my eyes. Between trance, juwan grinning.