Historical Prose of Unforgettable Villages

If a jujube tree is a page of paper accumulated over the years, with clever words scattered on it, then when thousands of jujube trees are connected to form this huge jujube forest, a magnificent epic masterpiece is written. I can't imagine how these jujube trees have grown quietly and peacefully in these thousands of years. They are indifferent to the world, unknown, and quietly feel the time of drifting away. They already have aura, and the unique simplicity, calmness, massiness and solemnity of the earth make people feel cordial.

Walking in the jujube forest, I felt the warmth of the earth.

This jujube forest in Shaojia Village of Wharf Town is quietly distributed around the village. This village is very small, with only a few hundred families. Shaojiacun is hidden in these tall and strong jujube trees, and it has a fairy spirit. In the early morning or evening, when all is silent and the smoke is filled, the occasional cock crow and dog bark in the village becomes wonderful music. I have always liked this kind of quietness. It can purify the tired mind and all the anguish will disappear. Living in the city and walking in the traffic, what we lack is a kind of peace of mind. We are faced with boring numbers, blunt words and hard and cold cement walls. Those blue sky and white clouds floating in our hearts, rural fields, can only wander in dreams, but are just a vague shadow in the darkness. I have been thinking, is drifting in the high-rise buildings of the city isolated from the earth, and has it lost the unique temperature and movement of the earth? Those shouts from the depths of the earth have become small and far away.

The jujube forest is full of the fragrance of the earth, and of course it is mixed with the fragrance of the growth of all things. Unknown wildflowers are in full bloom on the ridge, peanuts planted under jujube trees are thriving, and grass is crawling in the field, green and small. With these, the whole jujube forest will have fireworks. This charm is flowing, like a cloud in the horizon, ethereal and clever. On the earth, in Shaojia village, in this vast jujube forest, this kind of breath is flowing, and there are rough and high-pitched songs of rural farmers and men floating in it. They awaken the sleeping earth and attract the fragrance of warm jujube flowers in the spring breeze; There are surging waves of the Yellow River flowing eastward, rolling like the footsteps of years, urging dates and peanuts to ripen. When I came, it was midsummer, and the dates were green and astringent, just like a woman who was about to get married, and she was ashamed. But through the jujube forest, I saw the fiery red in autumn. Hidden in the jujube forest surrounded by the city, overlooking the rolling Yellow River and the surrounding lotus pond, her prosperity and shyness turned into a warm flame, which warmed our cold hearts.

How to understand the history of the village is better than asking a tree.

The tree is silent, but it has witnessed the survival and reproduction of generations in the past years. The earth is silent, the jujube forest is silent, but they are born in their hearts, but there are always rolling shouts. Life is also a cry. The woman in colorful clothes lingered in the arms of jujube trees as if she had found the love of her life. The trust of love and the support of family sometimes rely on a solid and warm arm. These jujube trees are the support of the village and the witness of the continuation of village life. They have been sublimated in another change of the village. I think the village surrounded by jujube trees and the people who grew up in the village must be happy. This is a kind of purity, a sense of security, a carefree, a sustenance. They fell asleep peacefully in the stirring breeze of jujube forest, woke up slowly in the cry of jujube forest, and the time of life passed like water. Everyone's life is a kind of running water, fast or steady, which disappears silently in the precipitation of years. This is not a waste, but a relief and a realm. Living a quiet life is also a supreme meditation on life.

When I got up in the morning, Shaojia Village was filled with smoke, and there was a strong smell of country food in the jujube forest. They accepted the farmers' simplest food, and in the first morning sun, they quietly spread their branches and leaves. The old days are gone, the new era is coming, and the four seasons alternate. The old jujube tree has become disgraced.

The breeze blew, drunk Shaojia Village, drunk jujube grove and drunk tourists from all directions. If you often come here for a few days, you will also indulge in your long-lost local dream.

Second, the Dutch wind travels ten miles.

A few days ago, I attended a pen meeting in Hangzhou, and I visited the West Lake alone after drinking wine in the evening. The weather is hot and humid, and there is some depressing atmosphere, and the mood of enjoying the scenery will disappear by three points. When the bridge was broken, it began to rain, not very dense, but the raindrops were as big as beans and the rain was boiling hot. The broken bridge is covered with lotus flowers, so it is natural to have a unique style in the rain. There is no moon in the sky, and the water reflects colorful light, so the lotus is colorful. Moonlight lotus has existed since ancient times, and the artistic conception of the ancients was to pursue a noble and free-and-easy style. Nowadays, people are less leisurely enjoying the lotus, and the flowers fall in the mirror. A quick glance will only leave traces. The lotus in the West Lake is delicate and moist, accounting for the water vapor in the south. Like a shy woman in a boudoir, they have a unique style.

This lotus flower in Wharf Town, ten miles away, is naturally as imposing as the south. I always thought that the lotus flowers in the north and south were different. The lotus in the south is warm and tender, and the lotus leaf is infinitely blue the next day. The lotus reflected in the sun also reveals a sense of shyness, which makes people feel a little pity. The lotus in the north is thin, with large and beautiful leaves, upright stems and bold flowers. Shui Rou in the north is just in the middle of the belt, with pride, and the lotus born in it also has an innate aloof. But this kind of detachment is kind to people, and it can arouse a breeze in the hot summer, which makes people feel uneasy.

I have seen the lotus flowers painted by Daqian Jushi, either splashing ink or splashing color, all of which are unique and moist. The lotus in Daqian's works belongs to the south, and it is a woman wearing a hijab. There is a girlish fullness between styles. Before I could get a closer look, the water vapor had rushed into my eyes. Mr. Daqian loved lotus all his life and painted countless lotus flowers. He praised it as "the wind of a gentleman is as clear as a mu" and praised its nobility.

After Mr. Baishi went north, his painting style changed greatly, and most of the lotus flowers he painted were optimistic and healthy. No matter what Mr. Wang painted, the residual lotus, or the interesting lotus of flowers, birds, insects and fish, the image of the lotus is tall and straight, heavy, vigorous and healthy. The lotus flower in Baishi's works is northern, solemn and simple, like a teenager in frank meeting, with a delicate style. His lotus has the flavor of life, which is a long experience and a pure sublimation of life.

The ten-mile lotus pond in Wharf Town is magnificent with lotus leaves rolled by the wind. Can it be painted by a painter? A photographer in the same trade said that when the lotus is in full bloom, it is usually from 6 am to 10. The water vapor rises, the petals gradually open and the weather is cool, which is the best time to enjoy the lotus. That's why I got up early, just for this ten-mile lotus pond. Water is the water of the Yellow River, and lotus is the lotus of the north. At the beginning of the breeze, there is quiet air floating in the ten-mile lotus pond, which is really gratifying.

The lotus wind is ten miles, the smoke is boundless, and the field of vision is full of green leaves and red flowers. Occasionally, birds jump, all green, and disappear in the distance with a crisp sound. There are also small fish jumping, undulating and rippling in the water. At this time, this kind of movement is like the peace in the picture, and everything is so harmonious. Ecology is a balance, and balance is nature. This dock town hidden in the city brings people not only the surprise of the ten-mile lotus pond, but also the maintenance and continuation of the natural ecology. Being in a ten-mile lotus pond seems to be a lotus flower. Those who are hidden in the depths of my heart, such as complaining about others, joys and sorrows, love and hate, have all vanished in the mighty breeze. In the depths of downtown, we closed our hearts with an invisible lock and isolated ourselves from nature. What we are facing is only a period of lost time. Life has begun to become stiff and incomprehensible. In the place of Shili Lotus Pond, we have not only opened a lock, but also integrated our whole body and mind into the noble lotus and harmonious natural environment, thus being thoroughly baptized.

A middle-aged man came in rowing a boat. The boat was flat and the net was thin. Behind it was an old pottery bucket. Strangely, there is a lotus flower in bud in the bucket. Who says northern men don't understand romance? This lotus flower is the most touching scene. In the gap of the lotus, the man held the boat firmly, and the flat fishing net also showed the elegant shape of the lotus leaf. This is what Shili Lotus Pond lacks. One static move, the movement is appropriate. The whole lotus pond is full of vitality.

I think there is water, lotus and endless joy, which is not like this in the world. All fame and fortune, joys and sorrows will eventually disappear with the wind, but the wind is ten miles long, but it lasts for a long time year after year. Deep in it, feeling it, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Wharf town is vivid because of lotus flowers.

Third, distant villages.

As long as I can remember, every time I left the village, I felt that I was walking away slowly, as if I could never come back. Therefore, whether I go to a school three miles away from the village or take my children to a nearby market, I always look back at this small village step by step for fear that it will be erased from my memory. At that time, there was an old jujube tree at the head of the village, looking at all the people who came to the village with a crooked head. I think I must write down this tree. No matter how beautiful and big the village is, it won't be my village without that old jujube tree when I come back. However, I am getting farther and farther away, and my impression of the village can only be remembered in my dreams. ...

When I lived in Shaojia Village, Wharf Town, I felt the long-lost kindness in the village.

In Shaojia village, people make a living by farming, which has quietly continued for several generations. Village is a common village in Lubei Plain. It's small and exquisite. Scattered houses, tender kitchen smoke and sparrows with chirping branches constitute the unique scenery of this village. Of course, there are also hunchbacked old people who get together to enjoy the rest of their time. In hot summer, they will enjoy the cool under a lush old jujube tree in the village; In the cold winter, they will lean in the corner to bask in the sun. Old people form a circle or lean in a row under the corner, and then begin to tell the stories of their older generation and their own life experiences. They won't gossip about other people in the village. The same story will become more and more interesting after being chewed in their mouths for countless times. The village is an old wine, which will give off charming fragrance after a long time.

There are endless stories in the village, and even sparrows under the eaves will stick their heads out to listen to the language coming from the village. They can't keep their promises, they will fly to neighboring villages, fields and blue sky, and then tell these stories to sparrows in neighboring villages, corn in fields and leisurely white clouds, and they will be happy. They fly up and down in bright flowers in spring or golden ears of grain in autumn, dancing, singing, partying and then coming back together. They are the happiest birds in the village. At that time, birds were the fastest messengers. In spring, when flowers bloom and bees dance, swallows will fly back from the south to find their nests in previous years. They are full of stories about the south. When they are tired, they will stand on the clothesline in the yard and tell stories in the form of singing, which often attracts many birds to stop and listen, as well as farmers who are packing farm tools in the yard. Of course, in late autumn, when swallows go to the south, they will also take away the stories of northern villages. I think. They will tell the story of this village to other birds in a corner of the south.

I think, if I don't leave the village, I will live in the village all my life, just like my father, raising the fragrant land, listening to the stories of sparrows and swallows, then sleeping in the quiet night of the village and waking up in the morning when the dew falls. However, I still left the village, like a swallow, taking away the story of the village.

Sometimes, in a corner of the city, I will see a few sparrows, who carry the ancient fragrance of the country and then take away my long thoughts. They returned to the village.

So, every time I leave the village, I always think, are you gradually away from the village? My parents will take me under the old jujube tree at the entrance of the village with a hoe, and then I will go to the other direction of the village step by step. My parents will walk to their fields with a hoe. I think of myself as a swallow. However, will my swallow come back? I think my soul must have stayed in the village. Why else are you persistent? My soul will hover over the village like a swallow, or take root in the quiet land of the village like a tree.

In Shaojia Village, I felt the rhythm of her heartbeat and her warmth and warmth. Walking in her warm arms, the distant time was slowly drawn closer and life was reborn.

This village is disappearing, but it will turn in my heart forever.