Beautiful hometown-great compassion in the world

Speaking of my hometown, a small town named Cihua below Yichun City, Jiangxi Province, is located in the border of Jiangxi and Hunan Province, commonly known as the throat of Wu Chu, which is the intersection of Jiangxi and Hunan provinces. It was once called the "three no-cares zone".

with a permanent population of nearly 1,, the town is known as the hometown of fireworks, chemical industry, mines and forestry, and is called the "Golden Triangle" in western Jiangxi. At the same time, it is also an old revolutionary base area, which played an active role in the revolutionary war, leaving the footprints of many revolutionaries of the older generation, and is one of the birthplaces of the autumn harvest uprising.

there are many places of interest in Cihua town. There is an ancient temple "Cihua Temple", which was once named as "the first Zen forest in the world" by Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming Emperor. It was founded in the Southern Song Dynasty and is one of the Buddhist avenues in the south of the Yangtze River. It is famous in Southeast Asia and the southeast coastal provinces of China.

There is also the Guanyin Pavilion, which was built in the late Song Dynasty and later built in the Qianlong period. It is said to be the place where Guanyin Bodhisattva once practiced. There are many good men and women, and the incense is very strong.

"Guanyin Cave" is a natural cave. It is said that there are Guanyin's footprints, seven fields, a seven-story ladder, etc. At that time, it was also said that there was a self-cultivation white snake living in it. Some people saw her scales all over, rendering a strong mythical color. When I was a child, I went there once with my classmates. I only remember passing through a long dark passage with a flashlight, and climbing several steps where the passage diverged, and the steps went up again.

Cihua Chicken, a famous dish in Cihua, has a long history. It is said that there is a touching story about its origin. It is said that many years ago, there was a poor scholar in Cihua who went home for the New Year while studying abroad. On the way, he was caught in the wind and snow. When he got home, his old mother asked him, "What would you like to eat?" He said, "No appetite." After listening to this, the old mother thought for a while and cooked the chicken killed in the New Year with pickled peppers, garlic and ginger.

When the chicken was cooked, it gave off an appetizing smell. The poor scholar asked his old mother, "Mom, what dish did you cook? It smells good! " The old mother quickly served a bowl of chicken soup with sour pepper. When the scholar finished drinking it, his appetite increased greatly and he said, "Another bowl"! When two bowls of chicken soup were drunk, the poor scholar was already sweating.

The next day, when the scholar's cold recovered, he remembered that the chicken soup with sour pepper he drank yesterday could still cure the cold. Three years later, the poor scholar returned to his hometown as an official, but his mother had passed away. When he recalled the hot and sour chicken fried by his mother, he was instantly sad and tearful. In order to commemorate my mother and miss my hometown, this hot and sour chicken was named "Cihua Chicken".

The old hen or capon, authentic camellia oil and pickled peppers or red vinegar-pickled Cihua soil peppers are burned together, with bright red color, sour and spicy taste and endless aftertaste.

Every year on the 19th day of the ninth lunar month, a grand gathering, the Temple Fair in Cihua Town, is held. It is said that this day is the birthday of Goddess Guanyin, and it will be used for nearly half a month around this day every year to commemorate this bodhisattva who is merciful, saves the suffering and helps all sentient beings.

according to research, the temple fair in Cihua has a history of more than 8 years. At the temple fair, there are tourists and goods from all over the country, pilgrims who come here to burn incense and worship Buddha, tourists who worship Buddha and businessmen who trade goods. There are a sea of people, and all kinds of stalls are filled with streets and lanes, and the goods are dazzling. Men, women and children are full of energy and high spirits like festivals.

Having introduced all kinds of business cards and customs in my hometown, it's time to talk about my hometown and me. Jiangxi's landform belongs to mountainous areas, so there are high hillsides everywhere in my hometown, one after another. The mountains are covered with lush trees or bamboos, and some are stone mountains. The mountains are full of hard stones, large and small. Therefore, whenever the train enters the boundary of Jiangxi, it needs to keep crossing in and out of the dark caves.

? The water in my hometown is mountain spring water which is warm in winter and cool in summer and underground spring water (wells are drilled from the ground to the ground, and the water pumped up is natural underground spring water). The mountain spring water flows into the river all the way through the mountain stream, singing happily.

In winter, it's steaming from a distance, and it's warm when you reach into the water. In the cold days of ice and snow, you won't feel cold when you squat down by the river to wash clothes. It's hot every day in summer, but the spring water is as cold as it was just taken out of the refrigerator. Boys always like to jump into the river and take a cold bath to cool off the heat. When men are busy sweating, they always like to scoop up a ladle of water directly from the river or well with a gourd ladle and drink it off. It's sweet and refreshing, and the cold is directly refreshing.

as for me, I always like to put watermelons in a bucket filled with spring water, and cut them when they get cold, which makes them more sweet. The so-called beautiful scenery is the most appropriate, one side of the soil and water raises one side, so it is said that most girls in Jiangxi are graceful and petite.

When I was a child, I always made an appointment with my neighbors to get up early to herd cattle. Every day at about 5 o'clock, I started to wake each other up, herding cattle, carrying playing cards, or comic books or novels, and walked all the way to the hillside. There were men and women in the team, and everyone was of different ages, including junior and senior primary school students and junior high school students, but they were able to talk and laugh together.

When we arrive at the destination, we will drive the cattle to a place where the grass is abundant, then find a place with shorter grass, surround the city and sit down, or hit a tractor. Or play "Handkerchief Throwing" or "pass the parcel", and the loser will perform a program, which can be singing, dancing or telling stories; Or we can circulate comic books and novels brought to each other. In short, every day's programs are rich and wonderful, and we can learn a lot from each other.

I think my language skills should have been developed with my friends at that time. About 2 hours later, everyone went to look for the cow separately, and then they hurried home happily together. Occasionally, when they couldn't find the cow, they thought they had lost it, so they cried and ran home to find an adult to help them find the cow, and also waited for a scolding. When they went to the cowshed, they found that the cow was lying peacefully on the hay with half-narrowed eyes. I didn't know how comfortable it was.

It turns out that the cow was full on the mountain and went home from the other side of the mountain. I walked over and slapped the cow's ass hard, and tied the cowshed door. I was pleasantly surprised, but fortunately, I finally didn't have to be scolded.

then wash your hands and get ready for breakfast. At that time, it was fishing for rice. In the morning, the rice that a large family wants to eat all day is cooked in a large iron pot, which is a rare firewood stove now. My mother always sits at the stove door and burns the fire, while occasionally uncovering the lid and stirring it in the pot with a shovel to prevent it from sticking.

cook the rice until it is 7% cooked, then fish it in a bamboo-woven hedge, and then pour the rice soup into a big wooden steamer for steaming after it drips dry. I always like to eat the oily rice skin on the rice soup, and then feed the rest to pigs with vegetable leaves or weeds.

When I have to go to school before I have breakfast in the morning, my mother always twists me into an oval rice ball with freshly picked rice that is not fully cooked, and puts some salt on the surface and fragrant tea seed oil unique to my hometown or lard boiled by my own pigs. That taste is absolutely delicious, and my mouth is watering now.

It's a pity that since I bought a rice cooker at home, I don't have to fish for rice anymore, and those who fish for rice have long since disappeared, so it is estimated that I will never taste such delicious food again in my life.

I walked with rice balls in my hand and went to school with my friends. At that time, it took about half an hour for the school to leave home, and parents never had to pick me up.

since the first grade, everyone walked to school by themselves (there were no motorcycles and battery cars at that time, and my father rode a bicycle to and from work every day), and then walked home together after school, never worrying about adults in their studies, and they were able to grow up to be the masters in the village. This is a very proud thing for me.

There are camellia oleifera trees on the mountains in my hometown. When spring comes, white camellia flowers are blooming everywhere, pure and elegant as snow, and the air is filled with faint fragrance, attracting countless bees and butterflies to fly and dance from afar. With the arrival of drizzly spring rain, with the kiss and caress of the spring breeze, petals fall from the trees, just like white fairies left on earth, quietly falling to the ground and undergoing a long winter cold baptism.

Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, tender leaves with fleshy fruit, commonly known as "camellia oleifera abel.", will grow on Camellia oleifera, which will be plump and delicious when ripe. At first, it is mostly reddish, and when it is mature, it takes off a layer of film on the surface, which is the sweetest in white shape and has no astringency. The taste is similar to that of lotus spray.

Autumn is the harvest season. Camellia oleifera seeds are ripe, round and full, so we make an appointment with our friends to pick tea seeds in the mountains. It is also an arena to see who can pick more quickly, and adults go home to pick them one by one.

In my impression, my father always leaves a room for stacking, and when the weather is fine, he moves outside to dry until it is shelled, and then picks the black camellia seeds to the oil mill for pressing, and the harvested camellia seed oil is known as "Oriental olive oil".

Speaking of hometown, one after another, it is like digging an inexhaustible treasure. The stories that have been left in my young heart can't be finished for three days and three nights, especially the deep attachment and concern. Nowadays, my mother is over seventy years old, full of silver hair, sighing that things have changed, and things have changed, and she can never go back to the past.

In the more than 2 years since I left home, everything in my hometown has changed. Many people have built small foreign buildings, parked cars at the door, and the living facilities and articles at home have been replaced by modern high technology, and everyone's life is getting better and better. Just at the end of last year, the town has been upgraded to a new district directly under the city, known as "Jinyuan New District".

I look forward to the rapid development of my hometown and wish my hometown a better tomorrow!