I write hometown prose

I have read many hometowns written by fellow villagers. Whenever I am in the dead of night, I always think of bits and pieces of my hometown. Twenty years ago, at a class reunion, some classmates teased me and said, "Writing Why was the letter full of mountains, water, etc. in my hometown? It made me embarrassed for a long time. Thinking about it carefully, I am really a member of the Xi family. Over the years, I have discovered that I belong to the emotional type and cannot achieve great things. I often act emotionally and cannot achieve great things. I think so, so Years have passed, and I have watched people around me get their hair cut out of control, and every one of them has been promoted to a high official position, but I still cling to poverty, and my life is as plain as a basin of water. My daughter once took the bus back to her hometown and asked me to buy it in the future. A bus, I curiously asked why? My daughter replied, "Don't you see that the ticket seller has such a big stack of money in her hand?" I marveled that it was rare for children to see a large stack of banknotes at home. I think society has become quite developed now, and there are very few industries and people that deal with large sums of banknotes. Naturally, there is not a lot of "money" at home. , my children inherited my tradition of being diligent, frugal, and educated in poverty. I was born not to like to show off, and there was nothing worth showing off. The few honorary certificates from school have been dusted for many years, and I have no time to open them. In my eyes, my daughter is talented and intelligent, and she is often curious and whimsical. I once really worried about whether the moon and stars would fall, and whether people would fall from the bottom of the earth at night.

When you go back to your hometown, you naturally have to take your daughter with you. This place has become the focus of family conflicts, and quarrels with your wife are often related to this. Your hometown is in the countryside, and your wife, who was born in the county town, is extremely reluctant to return. When we see the dilapidated courtyard in our hometown, we always have a dispute. We, father and daughter, have made promises for a long time that we will not stain our clothes and we will never go to the slope next to the village again. After picking flowers and weeds, and making sure not to catch huge toads again, I dressed up and boarded the bus back to my hometown.

The road back to my hometown is less than 30 kilometers. I have driven on this road countless times back to the county seat. I can no longer understand every mountain, ravine, and twist and turn on the roadside. Browsing the green mountains and green waters outside the window, along the winding canyons, in less than an hour, the towns and villages of my hometown came into view. Every time on the way back and forth, I always look up at the mountains to the east and the cliffs and cliffs. The old Kuixing temple is like a sculpture of a sage waving from a distance. I don’t know which dynasty or generation of literati were troubled by the feudal stereotypes and suffered the hardship of staying alone in the cold window. They worked hard in this very dangerous place. A pavilion was built on the peak like a ghostly axe. You can't see through the layers of the superstructure, but you place your ambitions in the dark, praying for promotion and wealth. But in general, this building is called The ancient temple in Kuixing Pavilion has become a shadow of the hometown, influencing generations of young people from farmers' backgrounds, and spurring the talented students who sell dry food one by one. When they walk out of the spectacular gorge of their hometown, they look back at this In the ancient temple, it no longer matters whether you worship or not, whether you are pious or not. Kuixing Pavilion Immortal is always looking at your back like a guide. Even if you return to your hometown after success and fame, even if you are sallow and skinny and have an empty suitcase, the attic is still your hometown. Mother has been whispering to every wanderer who returns home. When he sees the attic, he arrives at his hometown.

For decades, the rapeseed flowers in my hometown have turned yellow and intoxicating every year. Every year in early April, the mountain flowers are in full bloom, and the blue sea is as clear as the original. If you can climb to a high place, You can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of my hometown. On the first day of April twenty years ago, when I was young, I had this feeling. I asked my classmates and friends to walk along the cliff ridge of Kuixing Pavilion to the top of Jianlong Mountain. As far as the eye could see, the surrounding crowds Surrounded by mountains, crisscrossed by ravines, the slopes of the foothills are lush with shrubs, lush forests and grasses, herds of cattle and sheep, noisy streets, dotted villages, and the cradle-like hometown basin swaying among the green mountains. The picturesque beauty of my hometown is like this. As plump and charming as a young woman, delicate and scented with frankincense, that moment will forever be engraved on every nerve ending in me. I lament that God has given me such a quiet, peaceful and beautiful hometown like a paradise. On the top of this wonderful mountain, there is no one. I have the courage to shout and scream. In the empty field of vision, there are only all kinds of thoughts spreading in my mind, and all the worldly and corrupt things have become so unbearable. My curiosity made me understand the thousand-year-old Buddhist philosophy in Kuixing's attic. It is the realm of a philosopher: building a pavilion to guide the way is to allow all living beings to climb to the top of the Bijia Peak of the Jianlong Mountains, have a panoramic view of the mountains, transcend the world, get out of the temptation of the golden house, and get out of the confusion of the beauty in the book, Go away and worry about the worries of the world, go away and live your free and unrestrained years as a pillar of freedom competing in the frosty sky among all kinds of people.

There are many famous mountain monks in the world. On the best Feng Shui land in their hometown, a temple with a long history was once built. It is said that the fragrant flowers are very prosperous in this temple, and it receives the worship of thousands of devout believers. The thousand-year-old temple where many simple and kind-hearted farmers have placed their long-cherished wishes for a better life has long been lost in the long river of history. Although people have continued to donate funds for its construction in the past two decades, several temples and monks' rooms symbolize the glory that this place once had, and how many local literati are here. Looking back to the distant past, I tried to find some traces in the vicissitudes of history to draft the text, trying to remind people of the distant bells of the ancient temple. However, the few thousand-year-old cypresses in front of the temple site made everything feel desolate. The temple mountain At your feet is the middle school in my hometown that has achieved great results for a long time but is still shouldering heavy responsibilities. It has accepted generations of farmers’ children who have crawled from the soil. From the Ming and Qing Dynasties to the Republic of China, and even further back, in the morning bells and evening drums, the sound of books here Lang Lang, studying endlessly, the most touching thing is that there is a gentleman named Yang and Jinglian, who has been teaching all his life, teaching people and raising children here alone, like a hermit with no name, entrusting his lifelong career to the students in his hometown, and now he is buried in an ancient cypress The short tombstones among the pine trees have not made the wanderers in their hometown forget that during the Qingming Festival every year, the school organizes students to bow and worship the deceased like this. This deceased, who was respected by the people for dozens of miles around, is like The sages sent by the thousand-year-old temple from ancient historical countries are still guiding people from ignorance to wisdom, from wisdom to wisdom, and passing on civilization to save all sentient beings in accordance with their long-cherished wishes.

I once worked in a village to the west of my hometown for several years. On a sunny afternoon after the rain, I climbed up a mountain called Santai. When the clouds broke through, I suddenly saw a high peak. Standing in the sky above the clouds, trees, mountains and rocks were faintly visible, as if they were ten miles away. I exclaimed that I saw a mirage, and a sheepherder explained that this is the Taihuang Peak. It takes a day to get there, and it is usually blocked by fog due to the high mountain. Very few people can see his face from this angle. In an instant, I felt like I was singing with the mountains and in harmony with the gods.

I admire the ancestors who once worshiped the mountains and had mythical legends. For many years, I have been simulating the mountains and landforms of my hometown in my mind. I often think quietly at night and make bold guesses: Millions of years ago, , here was once a flat river with only undulating hills and a desolate horizon. A meteorite the size of the hometown basin fell from the sky with blazing flames and fell slantingly on this piece of land. The soft earth accepted this extraterrestrial child like a mother, with scorching heat. The energy bounced dozens of kilometers to the southeast, forming the eternal basin of my hometown, and this alien land was sleeping, cooling and weathering. After millions of years of changes, it has long been rejuvenated here, forming the county's first After that, primitive humans found caves to live in the surrounding area, until someone came to name this huge peak Taihuang Mountain. During the evolution of the land, the basin in my hometown also gathered water to form a pool, giving birth to dragons and shrimps, and countless Washed away by violent storms, the pond finally burst open one day and merged into a tributary of the Wei River. The soft terrain around the basin began to collapse and slide, and the soil poured into the center to form a grassy beach wetland. When human civilization had learned to hunt, the Yellow River around the hometown The primitive ancestors of the Wei River Basin, a tributary of the river, first discovered this wetland grassland with lush vegetation. Since then, human beings have continued to live, praying for wind and rain, exorcising ghosts and demons, and turning wood into fans to drive away jackals, insects, and leopards. The skin was used as a drum. Amidst the howls and ghost roars, against the background of blood and fire, the firelight illuminated the blood-red cheeks of the ancestors. The shocking drums and howls dispersed the fear of the violent storm, lightning and thunder, and the forest. The fear brought by wild beasts, the roars and the drums that vibrate the heavens from ancient times have been dissolved into the blood of the mother in the hometown, and passed into the nerve cells of every hometown person from generation to generation. From then on, in the ears of the hometown people , there is no more exciting music than the drums in front of the Black Pool Hall, and in the eyes of the hometown people, there is no man galloping more bravely than the drums in the paddock.

It is only 30 kilometers from the Xiakou of my hometown to the county town where modern civilization has become increasingly developed. This ancient Tea Horse Road was so far away in the hearts of the ancestors who only knew blood and sweat. , someone wrote an article saying that the hometown has outstanding people, spiritual things, Huatian treasures, fertile land and prosperous merchants. Some people admired the rough and sturdy drum dance and the remaining folk culture of the hometown as if they were turned into gold. It was as rare as a glimpse of the civilization of the outside world. In my eyes, these are just the closeness and backwardness of my hometown for too long. My hometown has been so helpless in the wars and chaos of the past dynasties. Uncovering the long scroll of history, my hometown mother once eagerly stopped the people who suffered from famine and banditry. The bodies of the children were paralyzed one by one. The hunger deaths that had been difficult to bury for three years still made my mother in my hometown feel a faint pain. The massacre at Wanhuashan Temple was still bloody. The collapse of the famous temples and monuments in the past ten years made my mother in my hometown lose all her honor and shed tears. . Nowadays, I see that the children in my hometown are strong and strong, sketching and showing their blueprints. My hometown is once again rejuvenated with the knowledge and wisdom of the children who jumped out of my arms. They welcome guests with a smile and look at the distance of my hometown. Looking back, my hometown mother is still so charming.