A powerful article about nostalgia

After the National Day holiday, everyone else traveled to the big city, but I boarded the train home. I also have the right to travel to the countryside! Mainly to go home and see my mother!

I was relaxed and happy all the way, slowly enjoying the rural scenery. The National Day was early autumn, and the autumn was crisp and breezy. The cement road was wide and flat, and the bicycle pedals creaked. The people in front knew that someone was riding behind me. Although the sound is a little harsh, it sounds like the beautiful melody of the Vienna New Year Concert on New Year's Day, because I am in a good mood, but this is my feeling. Maybe passers-by don't think so. I only care about my own enjoyment, ignoring the feelings of passers-by.

Take the cement road first, and turn into the path of Lincun when there are still four or five roads from home. In fact, Lincun is not the "village" we used to be. It should be called a farm. When we were young, people on the farm called us "villagers" and we called them "farmers". It seems that at that time, we were just one step lower than them, and they felt that we were just one step higher than us.

In junior high school, people who call us fellow villagers have become classmates again, and the pattern is that there are many people in our village. Finally, on the way home, there was a "war" caused by being called a "village man". A large number of villagers beat a small number of "outsiders" badly, and no one dared to call us "villagers" until we graduated from junior high school.

It was not until we graduated and got married, and then the classmates got together that we mentioned this matter again, saying that the people in our village were really cruel at that time! We all said that we were not sensible at that time, and we also blamed you for being stubborn, otherwise we wouldn't suffer a little! Of course, it has long been a thorn in the flesh, and the original "war" has now become an excellent reason for toasting at the dinner table!

Walk past the pear garden of Hours Farm, which is the only place where we go to school. In the era of material shortage and our childhood nature, we often steal unripe pears. There is a melon garden under the pear tree, and the melons in the melon field have become the object of our stealing, the old man who looks after the garden. No matter from the age or the speed of running, it can't be compared with us. We went to school early in the morning, with a group of three or five people. We often lock up the old man who is still sleeping in the melon shed and watch us steal his melons and pears, but we can't get out. We can only swear in the shed. We have returned home with a full load ... or the melon watchers are chasing us, and we run forward with one foot broken at the speed of 100 meters ... now think about it.

I stopped at the pear garden and saw a pear seller on the side of the road. Now I can't steal any more. I asked how much is a catty. He said octagonal, and I bought five catties. The pear seller described sour pears as sweet, and I corrected them one by one. I said I was in your village and stole your pears every day when I was a child. At that time, I remember clearly which pear grew on which tree. Now that decades have passed, I still remember. It turns out that when we were in the production team, people in your village could take advantage of us a lot! "I also smile:" really? I don't think I won anything cheap. At most, come to your place to cut some grass and feed it to the cows to cook pot grass ... "After decades, rural farms are no different, and we are also called' village people', which also makes me smile. Of course, there is no need to think about it!

Walking through the paddy field where cattle were often herded when I was a child, it turned out that that place was a production team of the farm. Most of the cows on the farm are sons (females) and mostly aunts (males). When we herded cows when we were young, as long as we herded cows (that is, we didn't lead them), the cows would always run to the farm for a short while and they would climb together. We haven't understood for hours.

When I was a child, we felt very spacious in the small ditch beside the paddy field. Once, our childhood friends went to take a shower and didn't come up after washing. The old man said there were water ghosts there, but no one had seen them. What was newly shaved in those years is also the only way for us to go to school. Ten or eight partners often stand on the shore and pee in the river together to see who urinates far away, scaring the female students away, calling us hooligans, and we all laugh there.

I passed a team on the farm and often watched "Women's Volleyball and Song Wu" when I was a child. The cinema, which used to grab seats to watch movies, has already become a big fish pond. When I was a teenager, my friends praised the little girl in the first row as the most beautiful. Now I don't know what that little girl has become. ...

When I got home, my mother said there was nothing delicious today. I said that eating is not the main thing, but seeing my mother is the main thing.

I'm right. Eating is not the main thing, but wanting my son to see him is the main thing.

I said yes, yes.

Mom said yes.

The dishes at noon are: rice, green beans, scrambled eggs with onions and vegetable soup.

Eat and eat and say that you are full.

Mom said the meal was delicious.

Second, jujube trees

When I was a child, there were four huts and a yard, next to which were two wing rooms for cooking. There is a jujube tree planted by the old man in the middle. The trunk is as thick as a barrel and bends upward, which just provides convenience for us when we were young. Naughty, we will climb to the top of the tree, hold the thin trunk like a little monkey and shake it in the wind, scaring our parents to shout below. We slipped down and became sharper before we knew it. Despite the pain, we have already fled. When we run far away from our parents, we try our best to pick the thorns that plunge into the meat, which often makes us grin with pain.

In early spring, tender leaves grow on the branches of jujube trees, whistling with the wind, which makes people relaxed and happy. In the cold winter, all the leaves fall, leaving only the thorns on the branches. On a moonlit night, the shadows of trees dance like a faint ink painting.

The variety of jujube trees in my family is not good, and the dates are either too big or too sour. In our countryside, it is often called Muzao, but there are many dates, and they are a little late-maturing. When I was a child, I heard that our jujube was not delicious, just like inferior people, so I wondered why the elders didn't plant good big and sweet varieties! But when there are no other precocious ones, I feel superior again. How long do you think it will take our family to eat dates!

Jujube trees are thick, jujube branches are lush, and it is good to enjoy the cool under the big tree. The bottom is a good place for our family to eat, but sometimes bugs and caterpillars fall down. At the same time, it has become a good place for neighbors to chat and play cards. There is a steam lamp hanging on the branch. Many times, the storyteller invited by the village was in my yard, but there were a lot of dates missing that night, but my parents said it was a lively scene, so there were fewer dates! Who eats or not! Once my third aunt came to play and was beaten by the little fool by the door and cried for a long time. Now she wants to come in and talk about it.

I don't know when there was Ma Fengwo on the jujube tree. When jujube was ready to eat, we accidentally poked the hornet's nest, and the hornet was startled by hitting jujube. It's really sad. I feel a little scampering, and I feel uncomfortable being stung. I heard that only the boy's urine can stop the pain. At that time, of course, we were all boys, and we never spared the urine of boys, as if it could stop the pain. Now, of course, we have no memory of that time.

Jujube in July and pear in August, persimmon in September. Jujube is ripe and covered with branches. Selling dates is also a source of income for our family. When most of them are ripe, my mother will buy some dates in the market and exchange some money to subsidize the family. As the boss of the family, I am occasionally forced by my mother to sell dates with her, because I have never been afraid of dogs since I was a child, and dogs are afraid of me. I always chase them.

Once, my mother took me to sell dates and went to a place called sericulture farm not far from the county seat. When it was almost sold, she had only ten dollars left in the last buyer's house. When she found that she had walked more than ten miles, her mother had to run back with me to find them. Grandma has been waiting for us and gave us a lot of money. My mother took out two yuan as a reward, but she didn't want it. My mother often talks about it. Every time I take my mother to the sericulture farm, I will say that it was returned to us by an old lady. Remember, if you want to live, you must be nearly 100 years old!

Later, my father fell ill, and some fortune tellers said that it was all caused by the trees in this yard. I had to cut down this old jujube tree for many years, and the trunk was later used as a table for eating.

There are no jujube trees in this yard.

Since then, we have no dates to eat.

The impression of jujube trees gradually faded.

When we were young, we grew up slowly.

I often think of that jujube tree.

I often think of the dates I ate.

Never forget the old lady who paid us back ten yuan.

Third, the small courtyard

When I just graduated from school, the unit was divided into one and a half bungalows, two rooms were half owned by others, and the kitchen was at the back.

Later, everyone built a kitchen in front, and the kitchen in the back was idle.

Most of us work in the same unit, and at the same time, we go home together. After work at night, in the spring and autumn, we go home together. Neighbors bring out the leftovers they didn't eat at noon, and three or four families get together to eat seven or eight dishes. Then someone took out a bottle of two or three yuan wine from home, and then took one or two pickles. The sound of guessing fists and ordering food rippled in the small courtyard of the whole unit. Two hours later, three or five bottles of wine.

There is no bathroom in the bungalow in the small yard. In hot summer, people bathe in their rooms, mostly in the courtyard with a courtyard wall, but the courtyard wall was not very high at that time. After a day in the sun with a big jar of water, you can take a refreshing bath at night, which is also a bathhouse that neighbors can't see in the open air. But as long as you are washing, the neighbors can always hear the sound of flushing. Some jokers always say, "Did you wash it?" Can you pay attention to concealment? I can see it when I jump! "Scared the man who took a shower immediately squatted down and shouted," rogue? "But you know, this is not a rogue, neighbors have long been accustomed to this kind of joke!

The water in the small courtyard is public, and it is lifted monthly. There are only two public faucets. When cooking, men, women and children use it there to wash rice and vegetables. After watching women for a long time, the old man has nothing to do but stand there joking. As long as something happens in the street, in the county, and in the province, from wrestling to a United Nations meeting, this is the place where information is spread.

There is only one public toilet in the yard. In the morning, I often see several people standing next to the men and women in that toilet. Some people are still clutching their stomachs, showing pain and anxiety. In order to prevent this from happening, many people set the alarm clock at three or four in the morning and go to the toilet in the morning to avoid catching up with the squatting pit!

There will be a vegetable field in front of every house, with onions, garlic, vegetables and the like all over the floor. You can pick whatever you want, and no one will ask who stole their own food. I just got back and I'm not married. I often go to a married family for dinner, one for this family and one for that family. It has become a habit that whoever cooks first, if someone else has something to do, may do it first and have a few bites before leaving. Anyone who goes fishing on a Sunday will have a lot of fish to eat when he comes back in the evening. There is a fishy smell floating in the small courtyard of Unit 10 and Unit 20 in each family. ...

When the ground is cement, everyone can go in and out at will without changing shoes. They can sweep it. Unlike now, every family has wooden floors and floor tiles, and you are embarrassed not to change your shoes until the owner tells you.

If you say so, someone will do good for you, and there has never been such a thing as stealing, because there are often old people in the yard and they are voluntary security guards.

Later, when the yard was demolished, it ceased to exist. Many people are laid off and diverted, and neighbors don't know where to live.

Most of them live in the building now, and close the door as soon as they enter the room.

I don't know the full name of the couple who have lived across the hall for ten years.

I often remember that yard.

I often think of people in the yard.

Always remember that warmth and love!