[Reprint] childhood memories

Youyou childhood
　　
Countless days have flown through the river in an empty time bed. as the years go on, the heart of a red dust is getting old and dusty. At the same time, the old is the year of China in the wind, which is a 1.1-drop glittering childhood memories.
In everyone's heart, childhood is a piece of root memory, filled with a piece of innocent dream; is a blue sky, reflecting a dark blue. Life is tossing, conflicting, and rushing. Tired and tired, sentimental and lonely, such as the quiet night rain ring wet heart, wet the midnight dream back. So for countless nights, relying solely on the wind, the lights were scattered and sparse, as if accompanied by a whisper in the distant voice, in my hometown, the small village with smoke flashed silently in front of me. In my hometown, there were countless dreams. In my childhood, the river with clear spring was flowing silently and silently in my dreams ......
Taking the changing hands of the season, we walked through the simple annual ring. The dream of childhood is always in the very gentle and weak corner of the heart for a long time low back, the warmth of childhood is always in the moment of loneliness and sentiment gently emerge: the wind is usually warm, the water is generally beautiful, the dream is generally far away, maternal love is generally friendly. These dreams that remain in the deepest part of our memories gently placate the feelings and loneliness of the noisy and floating, and ironed the souls and thoughts of those who have been home for a long time. These unexpected feelings and thoughts related to childhood are like a very fine string. In the dream, In the brow, in the heart, the feeling is always sensitive and delicate: an innocent smile, a trace of nostalgia, a childish call, a piece of recollection, or even a lonely breeze ......
The colorful past has withered, while the childhood in the distant memories is tenacious and persistent. In the silent heart, in the deep memories, the weak pen ends in detail, flowing into a quiet and Silent Spring stream ......
How many times are there in a dream? How many times are there.
　　
Erhu in the wind
　　
Childhood is dry and long; childhood is pale, but extremely simple and clear.
At that time, the most envious and fascinating thing was the night star, in the evening breeze, the father's hand with the trembling and swaying fingertips pulled out the long-tone Erhu.
A dry snakeskin, a bow made of Reed, a silver-white ponytail, and two squeaking piano Axes, it makes up an instrument called "Hu Qin" that my father sees as a baby and won't even touch me.
After dinner, he lay on his father's back and watched his father pull out the old-fashioned Erhu paint that had been peeled off, carefully wipe the fragrance (I .e. use rosin block back and forth on the ponytail for several times), gently put on the left knee, close your eyes, take a deep breath, with the left hand fingertip on the string of a trembling, the sound of a "beep" is like a slippery sound when a door is opened, followed by a long tone: the lingering nature of "Liang Zhu", the brisk nature of "Hongmei song", and the beauty of "Flood lake water waves and waves ...... With the sliding of the tip of your fingertips, as you may say, the beating notes on the Hu string are converted into a clear spring, sometimes quiet and quiet, ripple, not surprised; sometimes Wan, low long; sometimes surging down, yuzhu splash ......
Most of me have forgotten the names and tunes of those songs, but I remember that it was a bitter age in which my father was often criticized for wanting to eat a bowl of delicious rice. I was amazed at the fact that my father was able to possess such an instrument consisting of a ponytail, snakeskin, and rosin for a long time in days when material conditions were so scarce. Until now, I occasionally talked to my father, but his father always smiled and did not answer.
It is precisely because of this piece of lingering, low, soothing music, with such a dark night like water, breeze, White Dew, stars like lights that I have forgotten the hunger of sudden bursts, I forgot the burning pain of bamboo on my ass, but remembered the most ethereal and clear music in my childhood.
　　
Soap corner tree in shanxiang
　　
Most of my childhood is spent in my grandmother's house. It became the most clear paradise in my childhood.
It belongs to Grandma's little mountain Township and is an ancient village called Hu Wan in the deep part of Dabie Mountains. This is a remote location, where mountains and forests are dense but simple, with a strong style of study-in a small mountain village of dozens of people, it has trained dozens of "cultural talents" who have jumped out of farming, walked out of mountains and spread across the country, even Canada, the United States, and Japan ".
A hundred-year-old soap corner tree quietly stays on the edge of a Wangwang pond. The vigorous branches reach out to the water and lie in a oblique landscape.
In the two seasons of summer and autumn, the branches of the acacia tree often find the "longpole" with long tentacles ". It is a kind of ink-black insect with a large shape, a hard shell, and a pair of branches-like sharp tentacles and feet. A pair of long and fine tentacles stretch evenly to both sides, it looks like the flowers worn by Mu Guiying when he is handsome. Because the first two tentacles of the forehead are very like horns, the adults call it "longicus ".
The shape of this insect is very mighty, but because of the long and strange tentacles, for a few days, the child who is not afraid of the Earth often carefully avoids the danger of countless sharp and narrow soap arms extending out between the mottled branches of the soap tree and climbs up the tree, search for and catch one or two "longicus" among the dense branches and leaves as a trophy to show off to other timid children. A pair of playmates, The longwire, tied the branches to their tentacles and played a game called "Morning Glory": finding a smooth open space and finding a few shortest slots, let them set their own combat posture, one-to-one fight with each other with their own tentacles, tentacles ......
It's a good place to hide and rest when you get tired and have fun. Find a safe place, lie down, blow the wind, look at the cloud fly, listen to birds, that cool ......
The sky is dark, and the people who have been tired for a day are leaning against the straw hats, squatting with a hoe, and buzzing with music. Grandma's crutches were hitting the flushed slate path, and the long call sounded long in the twilight four-in-one: "Ah, big ya, what are you waiting for?" (haha, now I think it has been a strange pity that a naughty boy is carrying a nickname of "Big Girl", so that he is a household name in Xiaoshan Township and has been called to the present .) This secretly slipped down the tree, the cat waist, sticking to the wall root, gently drilled down from the grandmother's arms, a slide into the house ......
Now, the loving grandmother has been ancient, and the small mountains are still quiet. I don't know if the tree that carries many of my childhood dreams is still green, and whether there is still a flower-Lingling "longpolling" in its branches lonely rest?
　　
Summer and night streaming
　　
The summer nights in the mountain village are quiet and peaceful.
Everything is pure as natural. At that time, people in the mountain village were not connected to electric appliances. -- There are no electric lights, no TVs and fans, and all the electric-related concepts except for the flashlight used for traveling at night are almost irrelevant to the village.
After dinner, the heat has not faded. In the old house, the light of a simple kerosene lamp made of waste ink water bottles and iron coils emits a faint light. It lights up the yellow and faint walls and jumps and beats the light, lights and flowers.
Grandma carried out the bamboo and took out the bamboo chair. The blank field at the door of the old house is the best place to get the cold in the open air. On a night full of stars, I lie in the palm of my hand, sleeping in the arms of stars, and listening to the songs my grandmother taught me to sing: Fire insects, flying every night, my father told me to catch turtles. The tortoise did not have long hair, and the father told me to pull the peach; the peach did not blossom, and the father told me to pull the cucumber ......
Grandma gently shakes the fan, a moment, a bit of a pat on the body, the dark mountains blowing a burst of Pine Breeze, a flowing waterfall embedded with a small bright light to fly back and forth, the stars on the ground fly back and forth, fly to the boundless dream of childhood; the stars in the sky fly and fly, slide over Tianhe, full of night clothes ......
Silver candle autumn light cold screen, loose small fan throttling. The night of tianjie is cool as water, and you can sit and watch the star Weaver girl. Grandma's fan, the loose breeze, the bright lawn lamp, and the flying stars are the most touching cradle in childhood.
　　
Shanxi fishing
　　
The children of a mountain village stirred up a whole mountain village.
Hot summer. In the Scorching sunshine, a few children with bare backbones and dark oil picked up their breakfast, picked up the bread, copied the shrimp network, and the iron basin that had already fallen to shape, secretly slide out of the backdoors, squatting on the waist, rolling through the weave of the goat's intestines, drilled through the golden fields of abundance swaying, escaped the eyes of the adults, slide through the smooth River Stone, jump into the stream in the middle of the city ......
Or while the adults are playing laundry in the river, a slightly bigger playmate leads the way, singing songs that do not conform to the tune, hitting the harsh and unordered music in the basin, and walking through the narrow field, happily marching into the river not far away ......
The sun is about to fall into the mountains, and the yundun smoke rises in the villages hidden in the mountains and scallions. The dark sky is filled with birds and mice (that is, bats) that fly in the air at night. The night is like a dark air where mosquitoes and flying ants are prey ......
A grass vein, a willow branches, and a string of colorful trophy, colorful fish, Wang luding, Chi luochang, or prawns, Sha Peng, crab ......
When the birds return to the nest, the voice of people gradually becomes quiet, and the cattle and sheep scream, and the mother sends an anxious call from the village. From the mountains far away, the ghost beeps are like an old man, like the moles of the wounded, and the faint shadows of the dead, with an ethereal echo, It is very far and far ...... It was the cry of an e. (Is it an e? .) It is an animal that I have never seen and never dared to search, I was suddenly awakened in many childhood dreams. The sound of such a wild object can only be heard far away, but few people have seen it. In the dark night, it sat alone in the mountains bare hillstone, the mountain god is generally guarding the phantom of the mountains, night after night, year after year hum ......
For our children who only want to go out and stay away from home, it is terrible to say this deep, simple, and charming cry, so far, I still have a slight fear in my heart.
Inevitably, a beat. Naked, with the black and the dark ass that I don't know whether it is water or sweat, I immediately added five more simple fingerprints. Does it hurt? But it does not hurt much.
The scolding of an adult, the explosion of scrumbling and scrumbling under the stove, the oil mist rising before the stove, and the pungent sesame oil singing in the oil pot, one, Two, and Three fluffy hair, dark bread lines, and dark likes. Drool hangs down the cheek to keep flowing to the front chest of the child with a high foot, squatting on the border of the pot ......

 

This article from the bright moon I also http://prose.goodmood.cn/a/2009/0913/10_113829.html