Beautiful countryside that will soon disappear in 2022.

In the Spring Festival of 2022, the sky in Beijing is still bright blue and the grass is still low khaki. I still miss my hometown-the tea pond Yang family.

From 20 19, I learned about the village planning of Guixi industrial park expansion. My hometown Yangjia is developing a village to be demolished in the near future. My old house is actually not old. It was built in 20 12.

My hometown has a beautiful environment and good ecology. I have always wondered whether the urban planners of Guixi have measured the land, trees, ponds and rivers of each village with their feet and eyes, carefully combed the endowment conditions of Guixi villages, and explored the planning of beautiful countryside in combination with industrial development. I have never opposed the development of industrialization, but beautiful countryside has never been passive in pursuing reform, development and modernization.

Mother said that Yang's old house was really going to be demolished this time. My brother sent me a 1 minute video before the old house was demolished. The doors and windows have been removed, which makes the old house look empty, like a person's eyes are gone.

My mother lives in a public rental house and didn't go to Yang's house to see the old house for the last time. Her heart can't stand it. No one has deeper feelings for the old house than her. She couldn't bear to part with the old house or forget what she said, but Lao Yang, my father, hasn't heard back since 20 16. She said Lao Yang wasn't there, but he never left her. He often goes back to his old house to see her. Where did Lao Yang go when the old house was demolished?

First,? Chatangyangjia

The teahouse Yangjia is my hometown. Search for "Chatang Yangjia", and the map is located in Fanyang's home in Xintian, which is very accurate. My hometown is strange on the map. The first time I saw the southeast and northwest of my hometown, it was different from the back and forth in my world. I can't see my three-story building with yard, dark old trees, wild vines and weeds, and I can't see the small pond in the bay. . .

The year before last, a big chimney was erected in a village four kilometers away from my hometown, which is said to be a garbage power plant in the province.

My uncle in front of the house told me that it was all high-tech, tasteless and useless. Mother said on the phone that the house in the industrial park has been chased to the door, and a plastic industry project is digging a hole to build a house, which is noisy day and night. My hometown seems to be flying towards the paradigm of the city, as if it were a fake of a huge city.

In 2022, my hometown will really be demolished. The demolition is so close to me for the first time, but it has nothing to do with me, because in my hometown, no matter how filial my daughter is, the house will eventually be given to my son. I especially like money. Finally, my mother said that you were the only one at home, or I would pay you back the money for building your house. I said no, I must increase interest.

The village was demolished and disappeared, so something must have been left behind. I hope to have a building, a road and a bus stop, which can leave some memories of the tea house Yang family, ancient trees or ponds. . . What should I leave behind? It hurts when I touch my nose. What I want most is the memory of my father.

The camellia planted by my father is as tall as mine. On one occasion, my father was beside the blooming camellia, holding a croak and laughing more brightly than the flower. The orange tree planted by my father the year before last produced many fruits. Dad's loquat tree grows fastest. You can put a round table under the tree and chat in the cool at home. Dad's pressure well has been used. When there was no water in the dry patio, my mother was still complaining about why she didn't dig deeper in the first place. The black-and-white photo of dad has been in the hall. .

A disappearing teahouse, the Yang family, is doomed to have some memories nowhere to put.

Second,? Ecological beauty of hometown

The Yang family in Xiaochatang can be traced back to about 120 years. Old trees are more and more secluded, weeds and vines are more and more lush, and chickens, ducks, geese, cats and dogs are more and more comfortable and open. A demonstration area where man and nature live in harmony. Without planning and deliberate construction, a forest city with water and green countryside naturally formed. When you go out, you will see green, and when you go out, you will see the garden. At 100 meter, you will definitely see water. . .

Taoism is natural, and natural things must be the most reasonable. The concepts of verticality, flood control and drainage, rainwater drainage and even sponge city in urban planning all reflect folk wisdom here. First of all, the rain and sewage should be diverted as much as possible: every family has septic tanks once a year or once every six months to clean up the burden and fertilize the vegetable fields; The rainwater is drained by open ditch, following the principle of gravity drainage, and finally discharged to the "Xintang" with the lowest terrain. The water quality in Xintang has been good for so many years. As far as I know, it has groundwater recharge system and overflow discharge system. The rainwater collected has a high utilization rate and is used for washing clothes and watering vegetable fields and green spaces in the whole village. . . Next to Xintang, there is a bigger pond with many fish in it. When I was a child, many people took a bath in the pond at night. . . Now, there are many egrets and some birds whose names are unknown by the pond. . .

Whether the ecology is good or not, egrets know first. Egrets are rare in Beijing. In order not to disturb the egrets, an important reason why a 70-hectare wetland park is closed to the public is that it is afraid of scaring the egrets away. Every June and July, many photographers go to the wetland park to photograph egrets, and then various media publicize them to set off a green city that is livable, suitable for industry and suitable for civilization.

Every year when I return to my old age, I will take many photos. The urbanization and industrialization of rural areas in the big environment also wrap this small village, and some photos are out of print, such as the photos of Lao Niu four years ago; Some backgrounds have been updated, such as the plan to build a garbage power plant in Chatang Lisi Road. . .

Third,? The cold in my hometown

How do you feel in winter in your hometown in the south?

Cold ~!

Wet and cold!

It's as cold indoors and outdoors!

My heart is cold when I go to the toilet at night!

Wear thick autumn clothes and trousers when sleeping. For me, I have to put on a sweater and socks, and I'd better put some clothes on my shoulders to prevent the cold from sneaking into the quilt with the demon wind. Fold the quilt on your feet, or you will feel insecure if you stretch your feet.

The quilts in my hometown are 5 kg, 6 kg, 8 kg, 10 kg, 12 kg, 14 kg. I covered the quilt made of 16 Jin cotton tidbits, and I like the slightly heavy and gentle oppressive feeling, and I like the different temperatures at the corners of the quilt. The quilt I just got into is really cold. In the early years, when burning wood in my hometown, I usually used a fire cage to preheat it. It will get hot in the middle of the night Unlike the heat in the northern heating room. It's the kind of enthusiasm that seems to negotiate with you privately. You need to feel the shade with your feet from time to time, or for a second, lift your feet, lift the quilt and disperse the heat.

I can't sleep well. When I return to my hometown, I can taste the sweetness of sleep. In the wooden bed in my hometown, covered with a quilt made of fresh cotton tidbits, sleeping is the real sleep, completely relaxed, without any pressure, just like the feeling that my mother was always by your bed when I was a child.

When I woke up in the morning, the sky turned white. I usually live on the second floor. There is a grapefruit tree outside the window. The wind is blowing on the grapefruit tree. There are grapefruit trees. Two or three pomelos are close to the window every year. I don't pick them. When I lie in bed in the morning, I will watch TV. Sparrows like to play and sing on grapefruit trees. In the corner of the outer window sill, there is a nest made of swallows, bird's nest.

When I got up early in the morning, the coal stove was full of fire, and there was an aluminum teapot sitting on it, shining and spitting smoke rings in a hurry, as if calling, and hot washing water was ready. I made breakfast, but I didn't see the old lady and the girls going downstairs for breakfast, so I shouted, "Get up, get up." . . What time is it now? . . When shall I wash the dishes? "

Fourth,? Songs from my hometown

The old house is leisurely and lonely with its mother. Mom doesn't like big cities. She always said: "There are too many cars on the road and the smell of gasoline is too strong, so I can't faint across the road;" If the floor is high, you'd better step on the concrete floor of the old house. . .

Mother likes listening to songs and singing. Now that she is old, her singing tone is getting worse and worse because of her false teeth, but she still likes singing. . . Mother's favorite song is "I really miss you", which can be heard by Father of Heaven. She must often talk to my father privately: "I wish you were still alive, Lao Yang". Then she burst into tears. Only the old house could see her.

A year in five old houses

The last Spring Festival in my hometown is 20 19. On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Big Brother and Second Brother are not at home. According to the custom of their hometown, every household needs to kill chickens and ducks to prepare for the New Year's Eve.

? My mother said, "I'm too timid to kill chickens and ducks." Your father used to set it up. "

I can't bear to let my mother break the precepts. I am brave, but I have no experience. . . On second thought, it's all floating in the rivers and lakes. How can someone not carry a knife? Just one chicken and two ducks.

I Baidu first, and deeply understood the process of killing chickens and ducks, and then told my mother to serve it with boiling water, roll up her sleeves and get ready to start work. . .

I looked at me seriously, and I called my cousin down when I turned to boil water.

Well, I can't kill chickens and ducks, but I can pluck my hair.

I really can't stand the trouble that this chicken is not another chicken. When pulling, you must leave three chicken feathers on the chicken's ass, saying that it is to please the land god. I have memorized it carefully. . .

After a while, my nephew came over with a cigarette in his mouth and pulled out my chicken feathers as soon as his ass squatted.

When it's finished, look at this native chicken with a beautiful coat off, perfect.

My mother came to have a look and was shocked: "You don't want it, you don't want it, (local dialect) pulled out three chicken feathers for the landlord."

Alas, alas, the queen mother is really angry. . .

I quickly studied the relationship between chicken, chicken feathers and the pulled parts, found a chicken feather with three tips, re-inserted it on the chicken's ass, and chose three beautiful long chicken feathers to stop chattering. . .