Guxianjie impression

When I arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day again, my father talked about my grandfather, chanting that Qingming can't worship ancestors, and he was very sad. The land that left his father for 30 years left him with deep and simple feelings.

? For me who left my hometown at the age of 15, when I was moved, I saw the tears of my uncle next door, but I didn't understand the sadness of leaving, let alone the taste of homesickness. All I know is that I can't play here anymore.

Now I am middle-aged, and when the night is still deeper, I close my eyes and scenes force me to feel the information of my hometown little by little. The wind can't blow away, and the rain can't wash away. The longer the years, the deeper the memory.

? Guxian County is located in the western mountainous area of Luoning County, which is a small basin surrounded by mountains. The exquisite Lotus Village stands quietly in the southwest corner of Guxian Street, and the pure Luohe slowly flows around Guxian Street like a green ribbon left by a fairy. My hometown is like a hardworking and kind mother, bearing and nurturing this simple nation. Archaeological excavations prove that the ancient county was inhabited 5000 years ago. There were many small countries in the late Eastern Jin Dynasty, so the ancient county was ruled by the county. Qianlong was fifty-five years old (1790), so the county was named Diqianli, and in the sixth year of the Republic of China (19 17), it was named Guxian Town. Administer 15 villages. 1949 liberation, the establishment of the old county and township people's government. The construction of Guxian Reservoir began on 1973, 1987 moved Guxian as a whole, and 1990 filled the reservoir. Since then, Guxian Street has been submerged.

? Now Guxian refers to the patrol village, where the township government used to be, and the original Guxian Street has become a beautiful Xizi Lake. The basin has become a calm lake, the mountains are still beautiful and the water is still beautiful. However, in those days, one mountain and one water, one grass and one tree, one week and one month, the beloved hometown of the closest relatives could only wander in the dream, leaving countless melancholy and sadness in Guxian Street.

? Everyone in Guxian knows that Guxian Street is not big. The pavement of the street is covered with blue stones of different sizes, which bend with the trend, like a lazy black dragon from west to east, plunging into the Luohe River. The street is about1500m long and five or six meters wide. The busiest part of this street is less than one kilometer.

? On both sides of the street, there are many irregular shops in turn. Street food companies are places where meat is sold. The chubby old Jia always smiles and greets the villagers who come to buy meat. Every market day, food companies will also sell delicious braised pork, and wealthier people at home will make reservations in advance.

? Obliquely opposite is the blacksmith's shop, which is full of flames. When the iron in the fire turned red and white, the old master quickly took the iron out and put it on the thick anvil. Li Pansheng, a dark and tall little apprentice, was sweating like a pig, and he was splashed with sparks. The master kept turning over, the young apprentice kept banging, and the sound of "jingling" rang through the streets while the iron was being struck.

? In the middle of Guxian Street is a supply and marketing cooperative that big girls and little wives love to visit. In the supply and marketing cooperatives, shoes and hats, clothing, department store stationery, enamel products, cakes, tobacco and alcohol, and non-staple food are all displayed on wooden shelves. In front of the counter, people buy daily necessities, rags and stationery, and point out what they want to buy with the clerk. The children are eager for candy, biscuits and canned fruit, and ask their parents to buy some snacks from time to time to satisfy their hunger. . .

Although pharmacies, post offices, canteens, banks, photo studios, schools and sparrows are small and complete, Guxian Street is the most attractive place for girls and the most willing to get married in the surrounding villages.

Guxian Street is divided into north and south on both sides. There are many criss-crossing alleys on both sides of the street, long or short, narrow or wide. Walking into every alley, there is a courtyard with mud walls and blue tiles, and chickens fly dogs call children noisy. There is an old courtyard with a broken wall, and pomegranate flowers on the wall are as beautiful as fire; There is also a square yard, which is warm in winter and cool in summer in the cave.

? There are several well-structured quadrangles in Guxian Street. My grandfather's house has two wings facing south. Blue bricks and tiles, covered with moss, occasionally appear a few pale green tiles. Exquisite moire tiles under the eaves, animal face tiles at the eaves, big eyes and ferocious. I dare not look when I am alone. The flowers carved by the window are lifelike.

? Entering the door is a spacious living room, with a flat and thin roof, neat and shiny blue bricks on the floor, long carved strips beside the dark and shiny square table, a round-backed plush chair and a thick jasmine tea, telling the children the story of what makes the sea noisy. . . . .

? There is a market in Guxian every Friday and every ten days, and villagers from all directions have to buy daily necessities in the street. Because the mixing yard of the repair reservoir is not far from Guxian Street, the female drivers driving trucks, workers and teachers wearing glasses, and no less than eight large-screen and wide-screen movies every month bring urban information to Guxian, and the goods on the street are naturally much richer than those in other towns and villages. ? Those who sell vegetables and fruits are all self-produced in their own homes. Tender vegetables and watery fruits make women squat down, pick and choose, and put what they want into their own baskets.

? Clothes and cloth sellers occupy a wall of shops on the street. Several wires are painted on the wall, and colorful and fashionable clothes are hung. These clothes are very popular with fashionable girls in the street. They tried it on with a smile, and the laughter was crisp and sweet, which attracted several young men who played billiards not far away to look back frequently to see if they were the women they liked.

Most of the people selling snacks on the street are people from Guxian Street. They are Chen Jia's mother-in-law who bakes cakes, Uncle Chen Jia who fried sugar cakes and twists, Zhou Shu who sells beef soup, Chen Yi who sells bean jelly strips, and He Laobo who packed his luggage. The scents of all kinds of food made on the spot are scattered in the streets with the wind. The gluttons who took the bait quickly ran to the steaming food stalls and ate by themselves. At that time, they could take them away and wrap them in several plastic bags (there was no toilet paper at that time)

? Afternoon is the busiest time in the market, because in the morning, farmers can go to the fields to have a meal and have a rest. People from various villages flocked to the market in twos and threes to wander around and see buy buy, so that their small families could have more food and clothing.

? Looking down from the street, the crowds are like a stream, pushing each other, and all kinds of hawking, bargaining, calling friends and children's shouts are intertwined. If you think this is the busiest time in the old county, hehe, the most interesting thing is the temple fair in the old county.

Temple fairs in Guxian County are held on March 15th and October 15th of the lunar calendar every year. Temple fairs usually last for three days, and schools also give children three days off. Every family should prepare food for their guests and welcome relatives from other villages to stay at home and watch the drama for a few days.

? There are more people coming and going, and there are more vendors from other places. They paved a circle with ash trees, occupied their own territory, and quickly placed goods. There are more dazzling commodities, and dazzling gadgets are more novel. Buyers and sellers will sell surplus agricultural and sideline products through material transactions, and then buy what they need at home.

? In the area where farm tools are sold, bamboo baskets, back baskets, small chairs and stools, household appliances and farm tools are placed in piles.

? Men and women, old and young, full of interest, should keep their eyes open to see whether to buy or not.

Previously desolate places were occupied by circuses and street performers, which made the children very excited to look around. Sweet sesame candy, round fried rice eggs, chewing sticky long cane and sparkling soda are also the favorite places for these crazy children to hang around. . . .

? The bustling crowd can block the street at a certain moment, and people in the past can only push through.

? There will be six performances of Henan Opera Troupe in three days at the temple fair, which will be divided into afternoon performances and evening performances. The theater in Guxian Street is in the southwest corner of the street, which is a big yard of five or six acres, and the stage is about two meters from the ground.

? As soon as the troupe arrived, several curtains were drawn, the lights shone and the stage immediately became magnificent. Every older child in the family pulls a few small chairs to help the family occupy seats early. A few naughty children will wander in the background, look at the actors in makeup, look at the colorful costumes, quietly touch the long pheasant feathers, secretly knock on the gongs and drums and squint.

The stage was full of people, the actors were busy making up their makeup and leaving, and the people watching the play sat on big benches, small chairs and bricks, greeting each other and chatting about their families waiting for the performance to begin. The seller pushed the bicycle, squeezed in with melon seeds, peanuts and candy gadgets, and sold goods to watch the play.

? At the beginning, gongs and drums were loud, and those who didn't enter the theater immediately panicked. They rushed into the theater like a flood, drummed three times and the play officially began. Sitting under the stage, people began to dress up the actors as beautiful women, amorous sons, ugly people and white-faced traitors. They performed the classic repertoire of Henan Opera to the fullest. Flowing songs, dozens of stunning somersaults, and handy throwing guns and knives made people in the theater applaud from time to time.

Children can't go to the theatre safely. They swam around like small fish in the crowd and squeezed out of the theater, taking pocket money from their parents to play in their favorite places.

There is no noise in the night scene during the day, and the beautiful singing in the quiet night is very clear. The audience sat in the middle, and the people around them stood on the big bench. People without seats crowded in front, accidentally squeezed into a whirlpool and fell down, causing a riot. This will not affect the interest of the audience. There is no reason to judge the troublemakers, they will immediately stand up and continue to cran their necks to watch the play and cheer. The drama in the world is nothing more than a play. Why should people in the world be serious? People in the county are satisfied with a stable and happy life, eating, drinking and watching.

The Luohe River, which flows through the old county, nurtures one side and moistens the other. I was impressed because my carefree childhood could not be separated from this Luohe River.

? I am laughing at flying kites by the Luohe River in the spring breeze, excited at skating on the thick ice layer of the river in winter, and screaming at fishing and playing in the clean and supple river in the most beautiful summer. . . .

This river flowing from south to north is also the source of life for people in Guxian Street. Like blood, it runs through the body and mind of people in Guxian County and blends into their lives.

? People on both sides of the Luohe River must cross the river if they want to walk around each other. There is a wooden boat on the river, which should be old, with layers of tung oil paste. There are two leaders on board. My grandfather, surnamed Zhao, is at the helm, and he dare not come to Jin. A tall, thin old man with a few long beards was in high spirits. He started cutting at the age of 20 and the water quality was excellent. A dive plunged into the water, and the person who saw him again was already dozens of meters downstream. He has been ferrying for many years, from the old county to Hedong, and from Hedong to the old county, and everyone in Fiona Fang knows him.

There is also a strong black man named Li Mao, who is in charge of the pole. There are three daughters in his family. A little silly big flower and small flower are twins, and the little girl with bad eyes is called Cui Hua. Occasionally come to the river together and don't talk. They watched the ships coming and going quietly. Every time we set sail, Maori slowly disembarked, untied the cable and threw it on board with a swish. He jumped into the boat himself, picked up a bamboo pole with an iron tip at the front end, deeply inserted it into the Luohe River, and with a strong support, the wooden boat rowed a few meters. . . .

Summer came, and after a few days of heavy rain, the Luohe River caught fire. Looking from a distance, next to Hongshiyan, one or two people Takaso's yellow turbid head rolled with waves, splashing like a group of horses on the clear blue river, and the head was magnificent, and swooped in like an angry lion, roaring and rushing to the lower reaches of Luohe. In an instant, the river is open and boundless, and floods spread to both sides of the Luohe River. On the grayish yellow water, there are blocks of wood flowing downstream, and so on. Watching people talk loudly about the size of the water potential while slowly walking back to their warm homes.

The flood is not so easy to retreat, one day for two days, which makes people on both sides of the strait worried. After all, people in Guxian Street get the moon first. They stood by the river, close to Zhao Ye, sending a cigarette, chatting about their family and their own emergencies. In twos and threes, people kept complaining. Zhao Ye, who has dealt with Luohe all his life, looked up at the sky and the river, threw down his cigarette butt, stepped on it with his foot and said, "What's the hurry? Zoom in on the water boat! "

? I am glad that I can still remember the scene of magnifying the water boat at that time. More than 20 people can sit on the wooden boat. Under normal circumstances, two ferrymen can easily cross the Luohe River. When the water rises, the current is swift and there are countless unknown dangers. You can never sail without courage and experience.

? Master Zhao is a bold artist. He said that sending a boat is like buying insurance. If you want to send a boatload of people to the other side safely, you must first pull the wooden boat upstream, and the two ferrymen must cooperate closely with their hands and eyes and be vigilant before they can slide the wooden boat to the other side.

Zhao Ye tied a long, thick hemp rope tightly to the hoop at the bow, and invited a dozen strong men. They put the hemp rope on their shoulders, tightened it with their hands, bent over and arranged it one by one, and Zhao Ye's song began to shout.

? I can't remember the lyrics clearly, but I heard them sometimes low and desolate, with a long charm, and sometimes high and violent, which overshadowed the mountains and rivers. Sailing against the current, people who pull fibers try their best to walk barefoot in sand or soil step by step. Zhao Ye stood at the helm of the ship, but all his strength was spent on the towing team. He sang a song, "Come on!" "Pull it up!" The man in the trailer "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" So the wooden boat was pulled to the upper reaches of Hongshiyan by men Qi Xin, and they quickly took the rope. Zhao closed the rudder, staring at the river and cooperating with the flagpole. Such a round trip by the big water boat every day also relieves the urgency of the people who handle affairs.

? An old street, a Luohe River, a fertile land and a group of simple folks. . . .

? The beauty of my hometown has always been fixed in my mind, and it is the landscape painting with the deepest trace in my heart. At dawn, the boy who drew water from the well "passed through" his powerful footsteps, the washerwoman "knocked" her clothes with a wooden stick on the Luohe River, and the neighbors sitting under the tree in front of the door were laughing. . . .

? Every fragment is connected into a note in homesick music; In the evening, beautiful red clouds lit up on the horizon, smoke curled up on the houses, and there were old cows in the twilight, and little friends who sang nursery rhymes and played together at night. . . . All the memories are postcards from my lost hometown.

? Nowadays, the sparkling Xizi Lake is the hometown that people in Guxian Street often wander in their dreams but can't touch anymore. They can only recall by memory, and their soft hearts will be filled with heavy homesickness in an instant. As time goes on, it only increases. My hometown in my impression will always be a pure land, my paradise.

Attachment: Guxian Street is the most beautiful topic for Guxian people to miss their hometown. No matter how far away from home, no matter how old they are, as long as they have lived in Guxian, the memory of Guxian Street will never fade, and they will miss their hometown very much! My old uncle wrote a poem, and Liao expressed his nostalgia.

Qinyuanchun is homesick.

the Chen Dynasty

Sleepless in winter, wandering in the old county, the past is like smoke. Miss the majestic green hills, overlapping mountains, clear water and delicious scenery. Peach and pear yellow, cattle like sheep, autumn grain and cotton pile. Homesick neighbors often meet in their dreams, and tears wet their pillows.

Love is hard to break, and I miss the local social drama class most. On the night of the twelfth lunar month, we began to rehearse. The strings are melodious, the gongs and drums are sonorous, and they take part in accidental amusement and laugh again and again. I don't know the cold outside the window. In the first month, we will watch the song and dance club and have a good time.