Memories of home

Yesterday, while the breeze was not dry, the sun was just right, I returned to the origin of the river flowing in my memory, that is, my hometown (a rural suburb of Wuhan) for 14 years.
Set foot on the road home, the trees on both sides of the road, because of the spring, have not yet grown new leaves of them, are standing bare and straight, more like soldiers born to guard this road. Entering the village road, looking out, compared with when I was a child, "rice flowers say bumper years, listen to the sound of frogs", most of the fields are free-range desolate. It is true that living conditions are much better now than in the past. Grandpa's generation of people are getting old, hobbling pace, can provoke farm work is really less; Most of the fathers struggled outside, and basically did not inherit the ability to plow and farm; However, our generation is not to mention, even the number of times home, one hand can count over.
Enter the cement path of the village, because at that time of life, the countryside is good face, deeply affected by it. I thought of The Times when I had left the country, and made up my mind not to come back until I looked like a man. However, after coming back, waiting for the envious eyes of the village to greet and welcome me, I don't know if you have left your hometown with such an idea! But, as I got used to being in the South, I gradually assimilated. At first, I was greeted by cattle and baby cows leisurely grazing in the distance. They seemed to tell me silently, don't worry, the epidemic will pass.
Then I walked into the village and saw my grandmother's house, which I used to visit when I was a child, because of the problem of generation, I would call uncle aunt and grandpa to see anyone in the village. I called a xx grandma in the car, she looked at me and did not speak, I guess she also did not think of who I am, after all, left 12 years. Continue to go to their own home direction, one after another to see the elders, I saw a called a, basically are the previous appearance, on an uncle who does not know. He said if you don't go back with your parents, I don't know who you are. With the "young old man back to home, hometown voice without change hair decline" is really in the appropriate. At the same time, a man walked far away, I thought it was called grandpa, next to another uncle said, the grandpa has died, this is uncle. I was embarrassed to the extreme, mainly long too much like, black skin, and wearing a hat, temples a little white hair, like the grandpa of the year.
To the door, in the face of the house, to see the old house that built the earliest building in the village, in those years, it is also boundless scenery, and now the house is unsupported, has not been angry, and it is ready to change another layer of tile, so that it can still persist longer. Standing in the doorway to the farmland in front of me, it seemed to take me back to the past. At that time, "flower path, play hide-and-seek, had provoked Xiao Xiao well Wu ye", his younger brother was naughty, although he grew up still so. At that time, he loved to play with firecrackers, isolation home younger than two years old boys like to run behind him, a younger brother ran to the field, firecrackers into cow dung, his younger brother lit firecrackers and ran, and shouted to let the child run faster, children are curious, he not only do not go, but also close to see, a firecracker, the child's face, body is cow dung things, I still remember it vividly. Because of this grandma and next door neighbor did a fight, now think of that covered with cow poop, I can not help laughing;
After entering the door is the hall, think of "Tian home less idle month, May people times busy", although we are the provincial capital city, in fact, from childhood is also with grandparents farming children grew up, that will use wooden bolt door. When he was busy farming, Grandpa said, "You took the soda and cake, put the back of the small bench behind the door, tied the wooden bolt, and told me the story of Little Red Riding Hood, saying that when someone asked you to open the door, you must not open it." . Grandma said, "Don't give it to her." The countryside is more son than girl, I was afraid of grandma when I was a child. I nodded to grandpa, according to grandpa said. I ate bread and drink soda, eat tired also fell asleep. Grandpa and grandma came back at noon to cook, knock on the door for half a day did not respond, there should be more than half an hour, and then went to the next door to borrow the coal tongs, want to cut out the cork through the window, so that you can use a knife to move the door. As for how deep the sleep, I do not know, but after listening to grandparents talk about it, it does have some impression;
On the right hand side is the master bedroom. When you step into it, your eyes are like a ruler. When you were a child, you thought the bedroom was big, because now it looks so small. The house is still the original house, but the original people have grown up. When I was a child, even though I had my own room, I liked to put a small bed in the main bedroom. With a nice TV in the master bedroom and sheer fear, as the countryside neared night, the land began to fall asleep, except for the gentle breeze and the occasional dog bark. Those years of theft is really a lot of thieves, think of my family once raised a Chinese country dog, called black, is the thief drugged to death. Especially when the New Year is more rampant. I remember a classmate's village there is a thief left words "stolen don't cry, not stolen don't rejoice, I have to steal until the end of the year."
The master bedroom came out facing the kitchen, which had a well for its own draught, and every family in the country had a well for its own draught. The water does not forget the story of the man who dug the well, I studied in the textbook when I was a child, and I have never forgotten the truth. There is a cooking stove next to the well, there are two POTS in front and behind, the front pot is generally used for cooking, and the back pot is generally used for cooking or boiling water. In the winter, most of them are used to boil water, wash dishes with hot water, take a bath, and boil it and store it in a hot water bottle for drinking; But in the summer, it is mostly used for cooking, because the water from the well, in contrast to the hot summer, forms a clear contrast, just like the feeling of eating ice cream in summer, which is very cool and delicious. I remember one time, the family planted peanuts, generally the big ones are sold, the small ones are generally made salt water peanuts, or fried peanuts. That was grandpa fried peanuts, the stove is more difficult to control the heat, so the small flowers were all fried. Grandpa is more diligent and thrifty, so do not give up to throw away, in the era of scarcity of snacks, I will follow to eat, after eating because too thirsty. Then a sudden operation of raw water as fierce as a tiger, there was diarrhea to serious dehydration, lying down for 3 days before the bottle would be half dead, so that the peanuts in the future are resistant. It's only changed now.
The kitchen came out, the right hand side is the terrace at the door, standing on the terrace is the big fish pond in front of the door, trance thought of the summer time, when the weather is hot, there is no farm work, grandma loved to play at home in the afternoon what Fu Lu Shou, what autumn has already been the card. I was just the opposite of that "the most favorite child rogue, the head of the stream lying stripping lotus seed", when I was very young, I listened to other children say that there are a lot of good fish in the fish pond, small shrimp. I went to see the fish pond at someone else's door, and once fell into the fish pond, I pulled the roots of the fish pond, but I pulled the roots in the water and fell asleep. Grandma after playing cards everywhere looking for children, can not find, grandma was said by grandpa can not. They were in a hurry. They looked for a long time. Later, it was late, and the water in the fish pond was a little cold, so I woke up and heard my grandparents calling me, so I said I was here. Later pulled me up, in order to prevent me from playing with water, I talked about the horror of some water monkeys eating children, plus the uncle boys in the village who were a few years older than me, they swam in the summer, naughty put me on the car tire on the fish pond in other places, regardless of me, directly walked, and then I was particularly afraid of water. For this reason, when I was a child, I often practiced holding my breath at home in the basin, in order to not swim and fall into the water again, and to fight for more rescue time. Fortunately, I have the foundation of breath-holding. Last year, when I was traveling in Vietnam, I learned to swim with my leader in 2 mornings and I learned to do simple breaststroke.
Through the fish pond, you can see is my family's farmland, when I was a child to eat food rely on it, "spring planting a grain of millet, autumn harvest ten thousand sons", remember a time when grandpa in plowing, the grandfather of the smoking addict came, called me in the past, said to give you 2 dollars to buy a packet of red double happiness eyes, more than 3 cents you buy snacks to eat Ha (at that time 2 pieces of paper or green version), I take the money and go to the next village. It takes me 200 meters to get to the next village. Before going to the grocery store, I will pass a big rooster that will peck people, the big rooster is big and fierce, how big it is, and my height is not small at that time. May be because it was too afraid to virtual big, how fierce it is, anyway, it can chase you to run hundreds of meters, and the line pants worn in March can give you a peck. After I dumped the rooster, I forgot what I was going to do with the money, and I wanted to buy snacks to eat, and then 2 yuan, holding a bunch of snacks, and carrying my clothes home. When I got home, grandpa asked me, "Where are the cigarettes?" I seemed to be stunned for a moment, pout mouth said: "I ~, I forgot". Then Grandpa himself went again.
Here I was born, at the same time here, I sent away my grandfather who is very good to me, really is "the son wants to raise and the parents do not stay." In 2000 one night said very strange words, but it was in the early morning, grandpa went to sell vegetables when the accident, it is said that when riding a bicycle back was knocked down, causing cerebral infarction, sent to the hospital, life is alive, is since hemiplegic, urinary and bowel loss, at that time, grandpa's accident, grandma every day with tears, every day to grandpa scrubbing the body, No complaints at the same time, but also busy with the field of crops. After grandpa's accident, grandma's attitude to me is not the same, even if grandma preference son, I do not blame her, after all, in the countryside, the deep-rooted ideas of the previous generation, no one can shake. Look at grandpa although the words are not clear, but his heart is everything is understood. Also with the hand, spit words are not clear, word by word expressed a few years, he wants to be 60 years old, to do a banquet in the village. However, in the year of SARS, Grandpa died at the age of 59. Because the children are in the field, and the special period is not allowed to come back, I sent my grandfather up the mountain.
Since grandpa left, the farm work at home, as long as I have time, I will help, transplanting rice, cutting rice, big grain, carrying grain to change rice, hoeing, planting vegetables, carrying water to water vegetables, can do things, have time I will do. Cooking, washing, cleaning everything from the age of 10. Some people say: the road to growth is long, but sometimes, growth is only a momentary thing. Once a friend asked, you this girl how so much strength, how there are muscles, whether to go to the gym to practice out. I smiled and nodded. In fact, I think it should be at that time exercise out of it!
I have lived in school since middle school, so I have little time to go back. My hometown has carried me from birth to the good times before middle school, maybe after many years my hometown no longer exists, but the memory should not be forgotten! Although the childhood can not go back, but the green years are worth remembering!

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