On Father's Description in Morning Flowers and Evening Flowers

What children expect, besides Chinese New Year and festivals, is probably the time to meet God. But my home is very remote, and by the time the parade of the sports meeting passes by, it must be afternoon, and the ceremonies and the like have been reduced and reduced, and there are very few left. I often wait for a long time with my neck stretched out, only to see a dozen people rushing by with a gold-faced or blue-blushed idol. So, it's over.

I always hope that this competition will be more successful than the last one. But the result is always a "almost"; There is only one souvenir left forever, that is, a whistle made of a little mud, a little colored paper, a bamboo stick and two or three chicken feathers, which will make a harsh sound when blown, called "blowing the capital", and it will last for two or three days.

Looking at Tao 'an's Dream now, I think the contest at that time was really extravagant, although the articles written by the Ming Dynasty were inevitably exaggerated. There are also some ways to greet the Dragon King for asking for rain, but the way is very simple, just a dozen people around a dragon, and the children in the village are playing with some sea ghosts. It was really amazing to pretend stories at that time. He remembered a character in Water Margin: "... so he went out separately and found a short black man, a tall man, a monk, a strong woman, a beautiful woman, a green face, a crooked head, a red beard, a beautiful beard, a black man and a long red face. Big cable city; If there is nothing, it is the country, the village, the mountain and the neighboring counties. Hired at a high price, 36 people, heroes of the Water Margin, all alive and kicking, and horses call them [women's football] ... "Who can live without looking at the ancients? Unfortunately, this big gesture has long been eliminated with the Ming society.

Although the current sports meeting is not like the cheongsam in Shanghai, it is officially forbidden to talk about state affairs in Beijing, and women and children are not allowed to watch it. Scholars, so-called literati, generally refuse to watch it. Only idle people ran to the temple or yamen to watch the fun; Most of what I know about the tournament comes from their narratives, not the precious "ophthalmology" of textual research scholars. However, I remember one time, I witnessed a relatively prosperous championship. At first, there was a child riding on horseback, which was called "Tang Bao". After a long time, the "high photo" arrived, with a long flag held by a long bamboo pole and a sweaty fat man holding it in his hands; When he is happy, he will put the head of the pole on his head or teeth, or even on the tip of his nose. Followed by the so-called "stilts", "carrying pavilions" and "horse heads"; There are also criminals, red shackles and children. At that time, I thought these were glorious undertakings, and I heard that they were lucky-I probably envied their limelight. I thought, why should I?

What if my mother is not seriously ill and makes a wish in the temple to "pretend to be a prisoner"? ..... However, I have never had anything to do with the tournament until now.

I want to go to Dongguan to see the Wucang meeting. This is a rare event when I was a child, because it will be the most prosperous event in the county, and Dongguan is far from my home. There are more than 60 miles of waterways outside the city, and there are two special temples there. One is the Meigu Temple recorded in Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. The maid kept a festival, became a god after her death, but usurped someone else's husband. Now there are indeed a pair of young men and women smiling on the altar, which is different from Ethics. One is the Hall of Five Cabins, which has a strange name. According to people who are addicted to textual research, this is the Five Gods. However, there is no conclusive evidence. Idol is five men, nothing crazy; There are five wives sitting behind, but they don't "sit separately", which is far less strict than the boundaries in Beijing opera. In fact, this is also different from "ethics"-but since it is cabin five, it is unexpected that it is naturally "another theory."

Because Dongguan is far from the city, everyone got up early in the morning. Last night, a big ship with tiled windows on three sides was moored at Jiangwharf, and chairs, meals, teapots and snack boxes were moved down one after another. I laughed and danced, urging them to act quickly. Suddenly, the worker's face showed a very worried look. I knew something was wrong. Looking around, my father stood behind me.

"Go and get your book." He said slowly.

This so-called "book" refers to Jian lue that I read when I was enlightened. Because I don't have a second one. Our school age is very strange, so it reminds me of when I was seven years old.

I was so nervous that I brought my book. He sat me at the table in the middle of the hall and taught me to read sentence by sentence. I read sentence by sentence, knowing fairly well.

Two sentences read twenty or thirty lines, he said

"Read it to me. If you can't recite it, you are not allowed to go to the meeting. "

With that, he stood up and walked into the room.

I seem to have poured cold water on my head. But what can we do? Nature is reading, reading, memorizing-and reciting it.

Guangdong has Pangu, born in the wilderness,

The first emperor in the world, Zhao Kai is confused.

It is such a book, I only remember the first four sentences now, and I forget the rest; The twenty or thirty lines memorized at that time were naturally forgotten together. I remember hearing people say that reading Jian lue is much more useful than reading Qian Zi Wen and Hundred Family Names, because you can get a general idea from it. It's probably good to know one since ancient times, but I don't understand a word. "Pangu leaves Guangdong" means "Pangu leaves Guangdong". Read on and remember it, "Pangu went out of Guangdong"! Born in the wild! ……

All the applicants have moved, and the home has changed from hectic to quiet. The morning sun shines on the western wall, and the weather is fine. Mother, worker, eldest mother, that is, Chang, can't be saved, just silently waiting for me to read and recite. In the silence, I seem to have many iron tongs sticking out their heads to hold things born in the wilderness; I also heard my voice trembling in a hurry, like the chirping of crickets in late autumn night.

They are all waiting; The sun has also risen higher.

I suddenly seemed very sure, so I stood up, took the book and went into my father's study. I recited it in one breath, like a dream.

"yes. Go ahead. " Father nodded and said.

Everyone moved at the same time, with a smile on their faces, and headed for the river port. The workers picked me up high, as if congratulating me on my success, and walked quickly in front.

I am not as happy as they are. After sailing, the scenery in the waterway, the snacks in the box, and the excitement of Dongguan No.5 Club seem to have little meaning to me.

Until now, everything else has been completely forgotten, leaving no trace. Reciting only the part of the sword is still as clear as ever.

I still wonder why my father asked me to endorse it at that time.

May 25(th)

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