Ancient fortune-telling objects

At 6 o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly bright, and my team and I had already set off. The vehicle crossed the winding Panshan Highway and headed for the surrounding mountains. Open the window, layers of mountains, under the cloud, like a splash-ink landscape painting, my heart is gradually surging with complex emotions, getting closer and closer to my home.

I drew a fortune-telling card when I was 8 years old. A bird spread its wings and flew far away. Some people say that children will leave the mountains. 10 years old, leaving parents, getting farther and farther; I've been shuttling through the traffic in the city for a year, ten years and twenty years. Like thousands of children who left Qian Qian's home, I seldom remember where I came from.

Several families in the distance appeared in our field of vision, several crows broke the silence in the morning, and smoke rose in the house; After getting off the bus, the moist and cool air smelled of grass and earth. Everything here is both strange and familiar. This is my home-Sandan Township, Dongyang City, Zhejiang Province. They said: "People who have seen the world want to go home most"; I've been away from home for too long, and finally I'm home.

The hillside in front of the house, the pond in front of the house and the tea mountain behind the house followed the memory and went door to door to meet the people I wanted to see.

The primary school in the village has moved away, and Guihua's mother-in-law still lives next to it. In my memory, my mother-in-law is very handsome, but she is very enthusiastic about people. When she came back from work early, she was preparing to go to the farmland behind her to pick breakfast ingredients. The vegetables in the field are fresh and lovely, with round dew.

As I walked, I shared my childhood fun with my colleagues: on the hillside on the left side of Li Tang's house, there are trees and grass on both sides, and there is a narrow khaki path in the middle. At that time, I took a big brown cow and told my family that Niu Yi had jumped home. Let everyone in the family laugh and feel happy.

At this time, the sun came out, and the earth surrounded by mountains was covered with a beautiful and bright breath, just like the mist in the early summer morning, filled with warm breath. The loudspeaker at the head of the village began to play music. In our place, the horn sound represents the time to prepare three meals. In the morning 10, every household began to prepare lunch; Mother prepared lunch for us, the main ingredient is the wild vegetables she picked in the mountains early in the morning; Just the right sweetness fills the taste and vision with happiness and instantly soothes all the servants on the road.

The village I miss is still fresh in air and clear in water and soil; People who want to know are still pure and enthusiastic; Working at sunrise, resting at sunset, sowing and harvesting, and one meal and one dish have become the most important things in life here.

It was getting dark, and night enveloped the village. My colleague asked me, how can I travel at night without street lamps? I think of myself walking in the moonlight when I was a child. My village is full of roads without direction; There is no light here. You can find the direction you want to go through the stars and the moon.

I visited the old people from house to house along the mountain road, and their homes still maintained the most primitive style. Bamboo mats for steaming vegetables, when scattered, will be re-edited and fixed with hsinchu; A hat, patched up layer by layer with banana leaves, is still very useful. Old people are very frugal. Old things are broken, not lost, but repaired and reused, which reminds me of the good times when I loved and cherished things.

Once upon a time, I used to eat firewood here. Everything I ate was taken from nature, heated by hot water and firewood. They taught me a lot of wisdom about life: life is never bought off the shelf, but created by myself.

In our hometown, the name of the owner is engraved on the bottom of the bowl of every household. Once you want to attend a wedding reception or other banquet, you will bring your own bowl and take it home after the banquet. Holding an old porcelain bowl with words on it, the familiar touch is still the scene of eating with villagers in my memory. I sorted out a lot of old things, each with a short story. ...

These old objects are constantly flowing and updating in the puzzle of my memory, which reminds me clearly of when and where. Time is here, as if without any dim dust, but time is reversing. Every old thing is carefully preserved by people, and so are people's emotions.

Last year, my team and I went to Japan to learn blue dyeing technology. Never thought, I accidentally learned that my hometown folks were still covered with blue calico quilts. It was not until my aunt took out the blue printed quilt that I realized that my fascination with blue dyeing technology was traceable. This time and space, patchwork, when the hard white and blue prints slowly spread out in front of me, still have sweet memories.

When it comes to blue calico quilts, we have to talk about rural marriage customs. In the village, the "lotus quilt" made of blue calico is a necessary dowry for girls when they get married, and it is the warmest blessing of the family to the bride. Therefore, blue-dyed patterns will also be endowed with beautiful meanings, such as pomegranate, unicorn, bat and so on.

A blue printed quilt comes from a mother's endless concern for her daughter, which is a continuation of warm affection and a sincere expectation for her children's future life. A hand-made blue printed quilt has long been mixed with affection, blessing, beauty and other emotions, representing heavy love.

The original intention of living on the left is to evoke the most precious and warmest memories through warm handwork. In the process of searching for people, we can always evoke some innate emotional memories from the sound of looms, the touch of wood, the sound of silverware knocking, and the smell of firewood in those manual workshops. Isn't it the original intention of living in Zuozuo to inherit the traditional handicraft of blue calico?

Therefore, we take Blue Dye as the beginning of the search for people in Zuo 20 17 life, and take everyone to feel the era of cherishing and loving things, and understand the stories and emotions behind people and their families from those white and blue calico.

I want to record everyone who works hard in the mountains.

My familiar aunts, grandfathers and grandmothers,

Record every bit of the mountain.

In the future, when my hair is gray and I can't walk,

I'm back.

Even if the house is gone,

A lot of things are missing,

But I remember something.

Let my children know,

How beautiful the place where my mother once lived is.

How good people are to their mothers.

This is my initial intention.

Qi Lin