Miss yanchuan's prose

Autumn rain is falling, soft and thin. Through the rain and fog, I can see through Qian Shan and deeply miss Yanchuan, who raised me for more than 20 years.

Miss the caves in Yanchuan. Big bluestone caves are warm in winter and cool in summer. Bright windows, all made of small wooden lattices, are covered with white paper and have good light transmission. It is the happiest and most interesting thing to put up new windows with my father every Spring Festival. I miss the hot kang paved with slate and connected to the stove fire. When cooking, the kang gets hot. Unlike the kang in Longdong, it is also specially burned. The natural heat is very comfortable to lie on, far from the dryness of the electric mattress.

Miss Heilongguan Bridge. That year, I finished filming Lu Yao's "Life" in Yanchuan and rushed to join in the fun with my classmates. See Gao Jialin holding Qiao Zhen's hand, I don't understand the world, but also secretly giggle. Now that I think about it, what a bitter country love it was. For many years, love has always been happy, trapped around the hearts of lovers.

I miss my grandmother who has been away for more than ten years. I have no memory of Wuqi County where I was born, only some fragments of Ganquan County when I was a child. At that time, I often went to the shop opposite my home to buy my father 50 cents a pack of sheep cigarettes. What I miss most is my second hometown-Yanchuan. There, I went to society step by step from school to employment. Because of the terrain, there is a long slope in the county. People call it Tangpo. Whether it is Tang or Tang is unknown, and there may be a legend. On Tangpo, there is the shadow of going to school and the pleasure of my father leading me to the movies. The pond slope paved with slate must be paved with asphalt now. 1992 When I returned to my hometown Qingyang, Yanchuan had no family building. There must be many residential buildings now!

I miss the plane mountain opposite my cave. It was named after the plane bombing in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, where many martyrs were buried. That weekend, my classmates and I liked climbing mountains, folding peach blossoms and picking apricots, mulberries and wild jujubes just for fun. Those days are the most unforgettable pearls in the fleeting time. I like a plane tree on the mountain. Purple flowers are like wind chimes, swaying my romantic feelings. I continue to whisper under the tree. A hollow Shandandan flower blooms silently in Shan Ye, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the mountain forest.

I miss my classmates and teenagers. I remember there was a handsome boy in our class who didn't like classes. He has big black eyes and doesn't like to talk much. He sat in the last row. His brother is engaged in photography in the cultural center, and sometimes he can meet him after school. Now, I don't know how that young man was busy with his own lawn in his life experience. In the vast sea of people, most of them are strangers Only the friendship between classmates is pure and unforgettable. In a distant land, I wish that young man relaxed and persistent pursuit every day, as tall and straight as Jinsong on the cliff. How many children are Du Lei and Du Yonghua mothers? Is Chen Yan, the best friend of my hometown in Shaanxi, still such a star fan? Only recently did I know that Gao Hua, the bully of that year, was studying Apple and achieved remarkable results. I applaud him. Hongmei and Bai Qing in Yan 'an, Eastern Xia in Xi 'an, Xiuqin, Honglian, Chou-heung, Runmei, Shengling and Cailing in Yanchuan are happy every day. There is also Hong Xiang, who has a silent impression and sticks to his black and white woodcut prints, enjoying a high reputation at home and abroad.

During my college years, I always traveled between Yanchuan and Yan 'an by bus, so I also miss Baota shan in Yan 'an. On weekends, sometimes I climb to the top of the tower with several classmates. I scream with fear, but I am very happy. Baota shan is a symbol of the holy land of revolution and the brightest spot in northern Shaanxi. How many times I dreamed of returning to Yan 'an, as if I had personally touched the pagoda and experienced the simple happiness and beauty of my student days many years ago.

Miss Yanchuan's "A Journey to the Heaven". A mountain ridge, a long row of donkeys, a handkerchief with a white belly, a sister riding a donkey and a brother holding a rope, what a northern Shaanxi style. As the loess is blown up, the bright sky patrol resounds through the sky. What kind of boldness and freedom, simplicity and sweetness.

Miss Yanchuan's sweet potatoes, melons and now extinct steel wire noodles. Because there is good soil and water, sweet potatoes are soft and sweet, and small melons are crisp and fragrant. Steel wire noodles are noodles made of corn flour and alum, which are difficult to digest after eating, but delicious to chew. I miss the clever white rabbit I once fed, but I brought it from Qingyang to Yanchuan. I don't know who stole it at midnight. Junior high school lost a docile good partner and was sad for a whole month. And the hen named "pigeon" will come to see me off or meet me when I go to school or after school. Hehe, these memories made me laugh quietly.

Yanchuan left my youthful footsteps, calling for my long-term yearning. Maybe one day, I will revisit that hot land and listen to the familiar northern Shaanxi dialect. I will go back to Tangpo and look for the shadow of climbing on my father's back and falling asleep after watching movies as a child. I will feel eager for more than 20 years, see the great changes in Yanchuan County, and see the new look of Yanchuan Middle School.