Hulan River Biography Highlights

The winter sealed the soil and the ground cracked. From south to north, from east to west, a few feet long, a foot long, a few feet long, they have no direction, anytime and anywhere, as long as winter comes, the earth will crack. The cold cracked the earth. As soon as the old man entered the room, he swept the ice on his beard with a broom and said, "It's so cold today! The ground is frozen and cracked. " The coachman carried Samsung on his back and walked six or seventy miles around the big whip. When he entered the carriage shop at dawn, his first words to the innkeeper were: "What a terrible day! Like a small knife. " When I walked into the barn, took off my dog skin hat, smoked a bag of cigarettes and reached for the hot steamed bread, countless cracks appeared on the back of my hand. People's hands are cracked with cold. Tofu sellers get up early in the morning to sell with others. Inadvertently, I glued the square wooden plate of tofu to the ground, but I couldn't pick it up and it was frozen to the ground. The old man selling steamed buns was carrying a wooden box with hot steamed buns inside. As soon as the sun came out, he cried in the street. As soon as he came out of the house, he walked quickly and shouted loudly. But after a while, his feet hung with palms, and the soles of his feet seemed to be stepping on an egg, which was round. It turned out that snow and ice covered his feet. He walks very weakly. If he is not careful, he will fall. Even so, I fell down. It's not good to fall. The steamed bread box fell down and steamed buns rolled out from under one by one. Anyone who saw it, took advantage of this opportunity, took advantage of the old man's fall and couldn't get up for a while, picked up a few and left while eating. When the old man struggled, he even picked up the ice and snow steamed bread and walked into the box. Count, but don't count. He understood. He said to people who ate his steamed bread not far away, "It was so cold that the ground cracked and swallowed my steamed bread." Passers-by all laughed at this. He picked up the box and walked on. The ice under his feet seems to be getting higher and higher, which makes it more and more difficult for him to walk. So his back sweated, his eyes frosted, and the ice chips on his beard hung more and more. And because of his breathing, the ear and front cover of the broken hat are frosted. The old man walked more and more slowly, worried and scared, as if he put on his skates for the first time and was pushed to the skating rink by his friends. The puppy barked night after night, choking with cold, as if its claws were on fire. The weather gets cold: the water tank freezes and cracks; The well froze; On the night of the snowstorm, I actually sealed someone else's house, slept all night, got up in the morning and pushed the door, but I couldn't open it. Everything has changed since the earth arrived in this cold season. The sky is gray, like chaotic weather after a strong wind, and it has snowed all day. People walk fast, and the breath around their mouths seems to smoke when they are cold. Seven horses are pulling a cart and running side by side in the wilderness, carrying lanterns and swinging big whips. There are three stars hanging in the sky. After running for two miles, the horse began to sweat. If we run any longer, this group of people will be steaming in the ice and snow. The horse didn't stop sweating until the sun came out and entered the stable. But as soon as the sweat stopped, the horse's hair frosted immediately. People and horses are full before they run. In this cold zone, there are few people, unlike in the south, we walked through a village, came to another village not far away, passed a town and came to another town not far away. I can't see anything here, but it's white from a distance. From this village to that village, it is almost invisible. Only by the memory of the person who knows the way can you know what direction you are going. The cart of seven horses pulling grain is going to their nearby city. Those with soybeans sell soybeans and those with sorghum sell sorghum. When they went back, they brought oil, salt and cloth. Hulan River is such a small town, not so prosperous. There are only two streets, one from south to north and the other from east to west. The most famous street is Cross Street. Crossroads condense the essence of the whole city. There are gold and silver jewelry shops, cloth shops, oil and salt shops, teahouses, pharmacies and foreign doctors who have extracted teeth. There is a big sign in front of the doctor's door with a row of teeth as big as a bucket of rice painted on it. This advertisement is so inappropriate in this small town that people don't know what it is after reading it, because there are no advertisements in oil mills, cloth shops and salt shops, but the word "salt" is written in front of the salt shop, and two cloth covers are hung in front of the cloth shop, which has been the case since ancient times. The rest, like the signboard of a drugstore, is nothing more than hanging the name of a doctor with glasses and reaching out to pulse a woman on a small pillow outside the door. For example, the doctor's name is Li Yongchun and the pharmacy is also called "Li Yongchun". People remember that even if Li Yongchun took off the signboard, people knew that Li Yongchun was there. Not only people in the city, but also people from the countryside remember the streets and the contents of the streets in this city. You don't need any advertisements, you don't need any attractive ways, you just need to buy something like oil, salt and cloth, and you will buy it when you walk in. No, no matter how big the brand is, people will not buy it. Dentists are an example. People from rural areas are really surprised to see such a big tooth. Many people stop to look at the big sign and can't see why. If he has a toothache, he certainly won't let a foreign doctor pull it out for him. He will go to a drugstore in Li Yongchun and buy two ounces of yellow to take home! Because the teeth on that brand are too big, which is a bit puzzling and scary. This is why dentists have hung up their signs for two or three years, but few people go there to have their teeth extracted. Later, the female doctor had no choice but to make a living. She also became a midwife. Besides Cross Street, there are two streets in this city, one is called Dongerdao Street and the other is called Xierdao Street. These two streets are about five or six miles long from south to north. There is nothing to record in these two streets. There are several temples, biscuit shops and grain depots. There is a fire mill on Dongerdao Street. The yard of the fire mill is very big, and the big chimney made of good red bricks is very high. I heard that you are not allowed to enter the fire mill, and there are many letters on the side, so you can't touch them. If you touch it, you will burn people to death. Why else is it called fire mill? It is because of fire that I heard that there were no horses or donkeys grinding there, but fire was used. Most people think it's a fire, so don't they just grind it and burn it? Think about it. If you don't understand it, the more you think about it, the more confused you become. It happened that the Firemill was not allowed to visit. I heard there was a guard standing at the door. There are also two schools on Dongerdao Street, one in the south and the other in the north. They are all in the temple, one in Longwang Temple and the other in Zushi Temple. Both are primary schools: the one in Longwangmiao who learns to raise silkworms is called Agricultural School. The ancestral hall is an ordinary primary school and an advanced class, so it is also called an advanced primary school. Although the names of the two schools are different, there is actually no difference. It's just called agricultural school. When silkworms are fried in autumn, teachers only eat a few mouthfuls. It's called higher primary school, and there are no silkworms to eat. The students there are indeed taller than those in agricultural schools. Agricultural students first read Man, Hands, Feet, Knife and Ruler, and the oldest is only sixteen or seventeen. The senior students in that primary school are different. They are 24 years old and play foreign trumpets. They have been teaching in private schools in rural areas for four or five years, and now they are in the senior grade of primary school. Some of them have worked as accountants for two years in the grain depot, and now they come to school. The students in this primary school wrote their first letter, but they didn't write: "Is the little bald head's eyes healed?" Bald is the nickname of his eight-year-old son. Two childe and microscope haven't written yet. If you write them all, I'm afraid the letter is too long. Because he has many children and is the head of the family, he always talks about housework when writing letters: Has the landlord's rent in wang xing been paid? Did you sell soybeans? How is the market? This kind of student is also very important in class, and teachers have to respect him. If you are not careful, students like him will stand up, holding the Kangxi Dictionary in their hands, and often give directions to teachers. According to the student, the "dry" of Wan Li Gankun is different from that of dried vegetables. The word "dry" for dried vegetables should be written like this, not like that. There is not only no fire mill on Xi 'er Avenue, but also only one school. This is a Muslim school, located in Chenghuang Temple. The rest are the same as Dongerdao Street. If there are horses and chariots passing by, when it rains, the smoke will roll and the ground will be muddy. And there is a big mud pit on Dongerdao Street, five or six feet deep. If it doesn't rain, mud is like porridge. When it rains, the mud pit becomes a river, and everyone nearby will suffer. People's homes are full of mud. As soon as the pit water falls, it clears up as soon as the sun shines, and many mosquitoes fly to nearby homes. At the same time, the mud pit is getting more and more sunny and pure, as if extracting something from it. If it doesn't rain for more than a month, the quality of the big mud pit will be purer and the water will be completely evaporated. The mud over there is sticky and black, more sticky than porridge pot and paste. It is like a big pot of glue, black and shiny, even if flies and mosquitoes fly from there, it will stick. Swallows like water very much. Sometimes it flies into the mud pit by mistake and lights the water with its wings. It looks dangerous. It was hardly framed by the mud pit, hardly stuck, and flew away quickly without looking back. If it's a horse, it's not. It must persist. It not only got stuck, but also got stuck. The horse rolled there, struggled for a while, and lay down without strength. As long as you lie down, it is very dangerous and may be fatal. But there are not many such times, and few people take such risks with horses or carriages. When this big mud pit goes wrong, it is mostly in dry years. If it doesn't rain for two or three months, this mud pit will be really dangerous. On the surface, it seems that it is raining harder and harder. It looks like a river when it rains. How dangerous it is. It is ten feet deep, and people will have no roof if they fall. In fact, people in Hulan River are not that stupid. They all know that this pit is very bad. No one dares to lead a horse through this mud pit. But it didn't rain for three months, and the mud pit went on day by day, and finally it was two or three feet deep. Some brave people try to take risks and drive from above. Some brave people watch others pass by and follow them. In the long run, the two sides of the pit are crushed into ruts by the places where the wheels pass. Later, see at a glance that someone has walked in front. The coward was braver than the brave man and drove the car up. Who knows that the bottom of this mud pit is uneven, and everyone has passed, but he overturned the car. The coachman climbed out of the mud pit like a child with a muddy face, and then dug the horse out of the mud pit, only to find that the horse had fallen in the mud pit. At this time, passers-by came forward to help. There are two kinds of passers-by, one is wearing a robe and a short coat, which is very clean. I can't reach out like that because his hands are clean, too. Needless to say, they are first-class gentlemen. They are on standby and visiting. Seeing the horse stand up, they cheered: "Oh! Oh! " Shouting loudly, see the horse can't stand up again and fall down again. At this time, they cheered again and shouted "Oh, Oh". But this drink is very noisy. In this way, the horse tried to stand up, but after a while, he still didn't stand up, and he still lay there pitifully. At this time, everyone watching the scene of bustle thinks that there is so much, and there is nothing new. So the stars scattered and went home. Now, the horse is still lying there Passers-by who help save horses are ordinary people, such as onion delivery people, vegetable sellers, bricklayers and drivers in this city. They rolled up their trouser legs, took off their shoes and saw that there was nothing they could do. They got out of the mud pit and tried to lift the horse with the help of several people. As a result, I couldn't lift it, and the horse didn't breathe much. So people panicked and quickly untied the harness. I untied the horse from the car and thought that this time the horse could stand up without any burden. Unexpectedly, the horse still can't stand up. The horse's head was exposed in the mud, his ears were shaking, his eyes were closed and his nose was panting. Seeing such a bad scene, everyone nearby ran home, holding ropes and twisting cones. Tie the horse with a rope and dig it from below with a twist cone. People shouted orders, as if to build houses or bridges, and carried the horses out. The horse is not dead, lying on the side of the road. People water the horse and wash its face. Some viewers came and some left. The next day, everyone said, "That big bubble drowned another horse." Although the horse is not dead, it is said that it died when it was coaxed. If you don't tell me, I think that big mud pit is too dignified. I don't know how many things have been knocked over in this big mud pit. Except for the freezing season in winter, this big mud pit is alive for the rest of the year, as if it had been given life. As the water level rises, the water level drops. It became bigger after a few days, and it became smaller after a few days. Everyone is infinitely concerned about it. When the water is big, it not only hinders the cars and horses, but also hinders the pedestrians. The old man walked on the edge of the mud pit, his legs trembled, and the children cried on the edge of the mud pit with fear. When it began to rain, the big mud pit rose in a watery way, rose to the walls of people on both sides and drowned them. Passers-by, when they get here, it's like being hit on the road of life. Struggle, roll up your sleeves, grit your teeth, concentrate all your energy, grab other people's boards with both hands, and your heart is pounding. Don't be dizzy, don't be blindsided, and face it calmly. It happened that the wooden partition in that house was very smooth and neat, as if it were intended not to help others in times of crisis, so that passers-by could not get pity from the wooden partition anyway, and they could not touch anything in the east or the west, so smooth that there was not even a scar. I don't know what kind of wood grows on the mountain, which is so complete. After struggling for five or six minutes, it was finally over. Sweating and having a fever, don't say anything. Besides, later people cooked it according to law, but there were not many patterns, and in the west it was just scratching and groping. After five or six minutes, it passed again. As soon as it was over, I was full of energy, smiling, looking back at the people behind me and saying to those who were struggling in the difficult stage, "What is this? Life is not a hero without taking a few dangerous roads. " But not necessarily, not everyone is full of energy, and most people turn pale with fear. Some people can't lift their legs for a long time, because their legs are still shaking. Although the dangerous road has passed, this timid person has a sentimental mood in his heart for no reason, trembling in his heart, as if moved by this big mud pit, and always wants to look back for a while, as if to say something. In the end, I left without saying anything. One day, it rained heavily, and a child fell down and was saved by the tofu seller. When I was rescued, I saw that the child was the son of an agricultural school principal. So there was a lot of discussion, and some said that it was because the agricultural school was located in the temple and rushed to the Dragon King to drown the children in the heavy rain. Some said otherwise, not at all, because the child's father told the students in the lecture hall that it didn't rain on the day of the dragon king, and he said there was no dragon king. You see, if this doesn't make the dragon prince angry alive, how can he not say this? So I arrested my son to carry out karma. Some said that the students in that school were too decent, and some climbed over the head of the old dragon king and put a straw hat on him. What year is this? How can the old dragon king not pay back when a lad dares to cause such a big disaster? Look, that's not enough. You think the dragon master didn't come for nothing! Can he spare you if you mess with him? That's not like dealing with a rickshaw puller and a vegetable seller, kicking them and letting them go. That's the dragon god! Is the dragon prince still provoked? Some people say that the students in that school are outrageous. He said that he had seen them with his own eyes. The students took the silkworm to the old dragon king in the hall. How do you think the old dragon king can stand it? Some people say that the current school is too bad to go to school with children. As soon as I go to school, I can't distinguish between heaven, earth, people and ghosts. Some people say that he will take his son back to school and stop him from studying. Some people say that the more children study at school, the worse they get. For example, they were scared out of their wits. What did you hear when his mother woke him up? He said it was superstition. Do you think it's good to keep reading? Speaking of it, it is getting farther and farther. A few days later, the big mud pit fell down again, and pedestrians on both sides of the mud pit passed unimpeded. If it doesn't rain for a few days, the mud pit will be a little dry again. At this time, another car and horse began to walk on it, another car turned over on it, another horse rolled in the mud, and things like ropes and sticks were carried out, and the people who were carried out drove the car away, then sank in and carried it out again. I don't know how many times I have carried horses and chariots in this mud pit a year, but no one said that it would be good to fill the mud pit with soil. None of them. Once, an old gentleman fell into a mud pit when the river rose. As soon as he climbed out, he said, "this street is so narrow that there is no place to go after going to this bubble." Why not tear down the courtyard walls on both sides to make room for it? " Just then, inside the wall, the old lady in the yard spoke. She said the courtyard wall could not be torn down. She said it was best to plant trees. If a row of trees are planted along the wall, people can climb trees when it rains. Some people talk about tearing down the wall, some say planting trees, some say filling in mud pits, and none of them. Piglets drown in this mud pit, dogs are suffocated by mud, cats are suffocated, and chickens and ducks often die in this mud pit. The reason is that there is a hard shell on the mud pit. Animals don't know that there is a trap under the hard shell, so it's too late to know. They run or fly, and when they land on that hard shell, they can't stand up anymore. It's fine during the day, otherwise someone will come to help. I can't help it at night. They struggle on their own, and when they have no strength, they naturally sink. In fact, the more they struggle, the faster they sink. Sometimes some things will not sink until they die. This happens when the mud density is too high. For example, when meat came on the market, it suddenly sold cheap pork, so everyone remembered the mud pit and said, "Didn't the pig drown in that mud pit again?" Run to the neighbor's house and tell him if your legs are fast. "Go buy cheap meat, go, go, and it will be gone soon." Look carefully before you buy it home. Something seems wrong. Why is this meat purple-blue! Don't cook pork. But then I thought, how could it be pork? It must have drowned in that mud pit. So we fried, steamed and cooked, and everyone began to eat cheap pork. Although it tastes good, it always stinks. I'm afraid it's still pork. But then I thought, how can I eat pork? Then I drowned in a mud pit! It turns out that this mud pit only drowns one or two pigs a year, or two or three pigs, and not even one pig has been drowned for several years. As for the residents who often eat drowned pork, I don't know what is going on. It's really the dragon master who knows. Although they said they ate the drowned pork in the mud pit, some of them were sick. Those sick people said loudly, "even drowned pork should not be sold in the market." After all, dead pork is not fresh. What does the tax bureau do to let dead pork be sold in the street in broad daylight? " People who ate dead pork but didn't get sick said, "You can't say that. You must be very suspicious. It would be better to eat half-heartedly You see, we eat the same, but how can we not get sick? " Occasionally some children are too ignorant of the times. He said his mother wouldn't let him eat it, saying it was pork. No one likes such a child. Everyone stared at him with their eyes and said, "Nonsense, nonsense!" Once a child said that pork must be pork, and told it to his neighbors in front of his mother. The neighbor didn't say anything firmly, but his mother's face suddenly turned red. Reach out and hit the child. The child was stubborn, but he still said, "Is it pork?" ! Is it pork? "Mother was really embarrassed, so she picked up the fork by the door and hit the child on the shoulder. So the child ran home crying. On entering the door, grandma sat on the edge of the kang. The child cried and threw himself into her arms and said, "grandma, don't you eat pork?" "My mother hit me." Grandma wanted to comfort the poor child, but when she looked up, she saw her grandmother standing at the door and looking in. So the grandmother lifted the child's back skirt and slammed it on the child's ass, saying, "Who told you to talk nonsense!" " Until the old lady of the Li family left with her child in her arms. "。 The child cried so badly that he couldn't tell what was "pork" and what wasn't. Generally speaking, this mud pit has two advantages for local residents: First, it often carries horses and chariots and drowns chickens and ducks, which makes a lot of noise and allows residents to gossip and entertain themselves. The second problem is this pork. How can we eat pork without this mud pit? Eating is edible, but how to say it? Seriously, is pork too unsanitary? It is easy to have this mud pit, which can turn plague pigs into flooded pigs and let residents buy meat. One is economy, and the other is unsanitary. Erdong Erdao Street is nothing more than the grand occasion of the big mud pit. Just a few mills, a few tofu shops, one or two computer rooms, and maybe one or two dye vats for dyeing cloth. This is just doing your job quietly, and nothing can make others happy or lead to any discussion. People there sleep after dark and get up at dawn to work. All the year round, spring blossoms, autumn rain and winter snow, but put on cotton-padded clothes, take off light clothes and live happily with the seasons. Birth, illness, death and illness are also handled silently without saying a word. For example, at the southern end of Dongerdao Street, the widow Wang, who sells bean sprouts, inserted a very high pole on the roof with a broken basket on the top. Because that pole is very high, almost as high as the iron horse clock in Longwang Temple. When the wind came, the bell on the temple rang. Widow Wang's broken basket won't ring, but it will stagger. In this way, year after year, widow Wang sold bean sprouts year after year and lived a quiet life. Suddenly, one summer, her only son went to the river to take a bath and fell into the river and drowned. It seemed to be a sensation for a while, and everyone knew about it, but it soon calmed down. Not only neighbors, neighbors, but also her relatives and friends have forgotten this matter. What's more, widow Wang, although crazy from now on, still knows how to sell bean sprouts and lives a quiet life. Although her food was stolen occasionally, she would cry wildly in the street or on the platform of the temple, but after crying, she still lived quietly. As for neighbors, or passers-by who see her crying on the temple platform, it will also cause a little compassion, but only for a short time. And people often like to put some unfortunate people together, such as crazy fools, equally. In every town, county and village, there are some unfortunate people. They are lame, blind, crazy or stupid. There are many such people in Hulanhe City. It is not surprising that people seem to hear and see a lot about them. Occasionally, I unfortunately met one on the temple platform or in the doorway. I just wanted to be more sympathetic to that person, but on second thought, there are many such people in the world! So I rolled my eyes and walked over in three steps. Even if someone stops, it is nothing more than throwing a stone at the madman like those children who have no memory, or doing something to deliberately lead the blind into the ditch. All unfortunate people are beggars, at least on the Hulan River. People treat beggars very ordinary. A group of dogs are biting in front of the door. The host asked, "What do you bite?" The servant replied, "Bite a beggar. "When you finish, it's all over. It can be seen that beggars' lives are worthless. The crazy woman who sells bean sprouts, although crazy, can't forget her sadness, but she still goes to the temple to cry from time to time. After crying, she still has to go home to eat and sleep to sell bean sprouts. She still lives in peace. Besides, there is misfortune in the dye vat room. Two young apprentices pushed one woman into the dye vat in the street and drowned. Not to mention the dead, only that the living are also in prison and sentenced to life imprisonment. But it also solved the matter quietly. Three or two years later, if someone mentioned it, it was almost like people were talking about Yue Fei and Qin Gui. It was a long time ago, I don't know how many years ago. At the same time, the dye vat room where this happened is still in the original site, and even the dye vat of the drowning person may still be used there. The cloth sold in the dyeing vat room is still circulating in towns and villages far and near. Blue cloth people make cotton trousers and cotton-padded jackets to keep out the cold in winter. Red cloth is made into Dahongpao, which is worn on a girl of eighteen or nineteen as a bride. In a word, the rest of the world hasn't changed a bit except that one person died in the dye vat room one day. Besides, something happened in the tofu room: two guys fought and broke Xiao Lv's leg. Because it's a donkey, I won't say it. Just because the donkey cried and blinded a woman's eyes (that is, the mother of the man who hit the donkey), I can't help but remember. Besides, an illegitimate child starved to death in a paper-making room. Because he is a newborn child, it's nothing. Let's not talk about him. Hello, because the full text is too long, you can't put it all here. The following is the website address, and the full text is in it:/novel/essay/little red book /flhz0 1.html.