The way to Li Jiali, like the anatomical diagram of the intestine into the small intestine, circled by the depression.
To Li Jiali's mountain, like a mountain between the birds can not open the wings, because rarely through such a rugged remote mountain road, so personally feel like to go to a place to pick the stars - in fact, Li Jialou belong to the high mountain area The low elevation of the area, is located in the hillside.
The season to Li Jiali, Pear tree exudes sweet honey.
Just, our county organized a very large precautionary activities, in particular, invited several well-known writers in the province, the red wolf and the camel is one of two. The entire gathering activities more personnel, involving a large area, divided into several mining points. In view of the Red Wolf's hometown in this county, so the special task group allowed him to take a few people to his hometown walk, so he took the camel and our three counties, embarked on the road to Li Jiali, Our hearts all the way to sing, because of the distance, they also get off from time to time to find "singing" place, the car slowly driving to go to Zhi Bao Zhi Qingshan Li Ka-shing narrow concrete road.
We listened to the classics of Wen Peng poem classic funny paragraphs, both pairs of eyes also let go of the scenery, usually car to sleep people do not sleep at this time. Some people say that we are not into a happy forest? Roadside mahogany stout branches covered with sprouts, unknown red leaves quietly mixed with meantime. The sunshine at that time was the bright spring after the explosion of Spring Thunder, tenderly scattered in the graceful village wilderness, and scattered on the road half-covered by the branches of Mahonia tree. We open the panoramic sunroof around the windows and overhead, though the wind of nature kisses us. The birds are leading us, like walking in the sunshine alongside us, and like the arrival of us. Crossed overhead tweeted birdsong, pull our eyes to that touch of sky blue, blue deep, blue people heart - my favorite blue. At this time, the vastness of thought flutters with the tits, but the eyes are somewhat confused by the mottled shadows in the shade. Like the fresh greens, fresh and glowing, such as Li Jia-ting's unforgettable birth at the elementary school Merciful smile, like a pair of clear eyes next to the school table, which made me vivid. Unconsciously, we arrived at the destination.
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That morning, our car full foot more than two hours later, finally to a remote mountain village, that is, the hometown of the red wolf.
At this point we have come to a fork in the road, on the left of the junction is a small school on the ridge, turn right is Li Ka-shing. Red Wolf said he is here on the primary school, but, at that time the school is completely earthen wall house. Now these brick houses are donated by Zhao Yunyun, a citizen of Chongqing who knows and educates. He said that Zhao Yunyun is his teacher who taught many years here, so the camel said, "Let us go and see."
Originally spacious playground plus the waist is located in this mountain even more abrupt and generous. School kitchen, bathroom, office, and five or six classrooms are each arranged in the appropriate location, red brick wall in the surrounding those pumping branches of fresh green and those who are enjoying the joy of Pear blossoming under the spring breeze is positive To express our feelings. The most eye-catching to the number of the iron door hung in front of the classroom, there is actually no stained rust, but also not seen after the light hit the friction. Inclined light and shadow cast in front of the classroom, it seems a bit pathetic.
As curiosity intensified, we stepped into the half-open classroom door. There were no desks in front of or behind the classroom, moss on the low dimples, classroom walls hung like other schools, with the same schedules and associated paintings. There are chalk letters left by the teacher on the cement blackboard. In the middle of the classroom, the girl sitting next to the desk was a local substitute teacher in her twenties. The pink sweater jacket was matched with a white shirt turned out over her collar. The slight rise and the smiling face jumped into the orbit , With a few shy, but also some panic. Beside her was a little girl of about five who wore light yellow and left her shoulders and was slightly dirty. Instead of letting the little girl's gaze turn around to look upon us, our arrival has buried his head even lower. When you fail to pay attention to her, she looks at us with a sneak peek. She is amazed, timid, and always Staring at the pencil in hand. Camel deliberately close to her, or to find some of the topics the child likes to ask her, she just silently and sometimes give a dismissive expression, continue to stare at the pen, never write. Only learned from the female teacher that she did not speak at school, but at home would speak.
Because of the time, we reluctantly leave with a grudge mood that elementary school, and then, go to the red wolf's old house. Until now, the classroom in the elementary school, the elementary school with only one student and a teacher, and the pink and yellowish clothes all became suspicions in our hearts.
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Say goodbye to primary school, when my mood has not stopped, one room, a set of sets of courtyard, courtyard has all crashed into our eyes. Looked at these ancient residential buildings, double the intimacy. In my eyes, the tile-roofed house of Li Jiali is the place where I have seen the preserved tile-roofed houses in the village. There is no trace of deliberate modification, only because some young people who pursue the urban life When they buy a house in the city to settle down, they hardly have time to look back at the old house. Adhere to the old house seems to have become the responsibility of the elderly! Therefore, some places will inevitably have some ruins, however, most still intact intact. I think this is where the people living here are proud of, love the culture, love the legacy of those who are simple, but also the reason for love Elegance and tranquility! More and more old buildings have disappeared, where we have found the culture and beauty of the past, but after all, this is a minority, most of whom can only pursue the muddlestone in the photo.
My understanding of history is a shame in my affirmation. In one book, I read a poem by Du Fu, a poet who said: "After a stormy night, the old tile days were full of anger and restlessness, but nowadays all are rich, and I am never old." Reminds me of that era The suffering and hardship, but also reminiscent of the reality and cruelty at the same time. As a well-known author of the red wolf also talked about his many hardships in life, the taste of wandering only oneself understand that one of the ups and downs. In fact, every one of us is on the road, it is inevitable that we will step more or less through the hurdles. It is also the deep and shallow footprints that we have just seen in this uncontaminated sky. Pure and lofty, it touched us. The temperature!
We saw the smoke on the green tiles, the food and grass blades we brought back from the farm fields and the mountains, the dried cowpea beans, dried radishes dried in the courtyard dwellings, and the calamus collected in the seasons . Then, on the upper steps, into the hall, a damp air suddenly hit, looked up, hanging in the middle of the house ancestral shrine, girders and cornice pier and my old house, like, also carved beautiful The pattern it, lintels and lift the beam on what moon, stars and hand-held knife halberd god door pattern too! I have been wondering, what is the role of painting these in the end? What is the meaning of each different? I also looked around there is no nest of swallows it! Next to the main house is a main room where the red-wolf mother lives. Next to it is a large corner, but the walls of these houses are not rotten after a long time. They are tilted, and some are even collapsed. Next to one, often no one live in the rain roof leaking water, when the ray of sunshine from the roof of the leak, according to those growing a lot of moss on the ground, next to the soil wall cracks also emerge a lot of ferns ! There are several actually still driving a small flower of lilac, it is truly beautiful! If more people live in such courtyards, they will enjoy more laughter, kind of planting their own favorite flowers, raising a dog, planting some crops, looking at the clouds in the sky while meditating, and drinking hot tea, everyone Wai together to drink a glass of time wine, Laoke chat, coupled with good policy, transport and convenient, eating green food, that is how good thing!
These things make people have to roll all the emotions of the hearts of the red wolf out, had our heart be motivated to flourish. Across the courtyard is a courtyard, our lunch is in this courtyard. Due to the owner's hospitality, gave us a long absence of firewood rice, all kinds of farm vegetables, as well as rice soup, together with their own brewing Valley Valley wine, some of their peers two or three bowls of stomach do not want to stop it! We are from the owner's back door into the courtyard dam is surrounded by wooden shelves of green tile house, the second floor of the old wooden balcony drying clothes for some children, the house opposite is a courtyard leading to the courtyard, the courtyard People go in and out of this long, dark passage, looking down the alley, and the warm sunshine sprinkles into the next courtyard, where they see the two old men sitting on the steps Drought smoke! A man wearing a red jacket with bamboo rake drying the food on the stone! To see so many old Wafang, can not help but think of many fine poverty alleviation areas where a beautiful brick house, where the villagers still choose to live in a wooden frame house. They do not want to let the ancient culture sonorous disappear in the secular tut voice, do not want to hear the busy noise, do not want to drift, just want to stay in the shadow of the old house around, is not just want to have Tao Yuanming's homeland field it? Red Wolf's mother had told him after 10 million to return to his hometown to raise his homeland, do not forget the hometown that time willow tree affectionate, that a thick leaves, do not forget that the old well warm winter cool temperature . Yes, I see the red wolf is not his business card to become a native writer, but from all his works smell the taste of the original soil, because I am an undisciplined farmer's daughter! I also love that piece of life I raise my land! But also from his fragmentary speech most aware of his love and displeasure of his hometown.
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Arrived in the courtyard, to greet us is a blue buttoned shirt, head neatly wrapped Cipa's mother, from Lang Lang's laughter can not be judged in her old age. The old man stepped out from the wooden threshold of the church building, and the smile and enthusiasm covered all the conjectures I had about Watanabe and the memory in the book. Once read the "old house" in the Red Wolf's book "Miss Village Girl," and now his old house is truly presented to us. Combining with the book's plot, House produced a deep nostalgia. Looking at the elderly, we walked up and greet the elderly, holding the hands of those time cocoon hand, warm the body, do not want to let go. The wrinkles on her forehead were blooming with that smile as if I had flipped the dictionary in my years of experience and kept it in the most beautiful words. In the wolf's wording also learned that his mother was a paper-cutting expert in the life of distress, she took her paper-cut to the far street to sell, make a little more money for him to study It! Her mother's favorite cut is the peony, the Red Wolf said her mother cut the peony paper when the smile is as brilliant as the peonies, no wonder the old mother soft spot for the peony too!
There is a small flower bench next to the tile roof of this triad, with several peonies in the garden.
When we went to the peony blooming season, when others are busy around to take pictures, or watching the red wolf mother kindly chatter home, but I quietly squatted beside the flowers, the flower collection In my lens, judging from the leaves and branches, I can still recall that my father once said that it is called Chai Peony. The purple flowers show several elegance and wealth. I love Luoyang Peony elegant, in fact, if someone wants to ask where my favorite peony, I will not hesitate to say, of course, is the one in front of the old house, that accompany the mother in years of wind and rain that one La. Because there is also a flower bed in front of my house, the peony in the garden keeps growing with us, the sound of flowers and the bark of the old house along with the season's horns often ring in my ears. I just think of hometown for it!
Different flowers have different cultural implications, but also become people's emotional sustenance. The flowerless world is like a life without a smile, which is terrible. The teacher's mother, talking to us while she was sitting was another tea. Allow me to insert a sentence, at this moment how much I miss my old mother ah! From the mouth of the red wolf that her mother's life and hardship, suffered an unknown pain in that era, find ways to maintain a family's livelihood, and finally pulled a few brothers and sisters big. Red Wolf become a well-known writer today on the grounds that the old mother can not do without the lights of this lamp, inseparable from the agonies of parents, the grueling years, can not do without their bit by bit the teachings, like that "Sincere, is a kind of height" in the sentence, the parents in the eyes of children will always be a high degree. Like returning home in April, cordial and Magnolia. Those nostalgic in the red wolf's work "mother's face" "my brothers and sisters" "mother's paper-cut" "Father is the shore, I am the boat" "the river of the sky", etc., truly reproduced, can be considered his parents An explanation with the homeland. His long native novel The Lunar New Year, on the other hand, is an epic gift of his parents, his father-in-law to Li Ka-shing and his entire Chinese peasant family.
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When we were surrounded by the villagers' passionate feast and down from the dining table, when the hint of sunset shone through the old walls of the Sanheyuan and Siheyuan courtyards, as we walked along the corridor, I turned all the good Emotional collection in the car window, care gazing gazed at the sky under a sunset reflecting, silence. The ear is that bitter bamboo beach is playing the mountain stream of the piano, was regarded as immersive to perceive the sounds of nature, there is sound forest, ring cloud, and graceful ethereal sense of emptiness. Accompanied by the camel humorous and casually said: You are not a kind of beauty, in the mountains? Some people put the thumb and index finger into the mouth crisply shouted, it seems to remind everyone to pay attention, then they then answer: Do you have a kind of beauty soup Soup, in running water?
That car suddenly excited, laughter flew out the window.
In the warmth of the evening, everyone was dipped in the dense ink of the hometown of the red wolf, splashing the vast sky together with the mood and lighting the lights of the stars.
