Childhood typhoid fever
In the afternoon, the rumble of machines in the city extended the reinforced concrete to a higher distance. Gray buildings and anxious car noise make my mind dizzy. I want to find a peace in my decadent mood, so I want to return to my hometown I just left.
Walking on a country road with green eyes, next to the road is a small river that is about to dry up. There are all kinds of unknown wild flowers and weeds in the river, which are extremely tenacious in vitality and tilt their heads against the hot summer days. The path is empty, so slow down and enjoy it. Green is all over your heart.
Suddenly my eyes lit up and I saw cattail again, just like my childhood.
One by one, next to another, the river is crowded and stretches alone, enjoying the favor of the sun. The slender and tough strip leaves are swaying slowly in the wind, and the furry cattail sticks that stand out from the straight leaf sheaths are fat and powerful, long and short, high and low, glowing with attractive brownish red in a light green, and the wind brings a wisp of ethereal and unique Yue Xian-like fragrance. Slightly swaying cattail sticks, as if to send me an invitation to pick.
What a familiar scene, I couldn't help but stop the car, get off the bus, stand in the sweet potato field by the river, close my eyes and take a deep breath. My childhood and the cane of that childhood burst the floodgate of memory and flooded the country.
My hometown is deep in the countryside, the village is by the water, the adobe house is by the river, and there is a bridge over the river. The clear water under the bridge passes through five holes, and whether it is windy or rainy, there will be a clean cement floor on the bridge. In that era when there was no cement road and no electricity, this piece undoubtedly became a treasure place for children to play.
After dinner was swallowed up by the last ray of sunshine in the sunset, I picked up a straw mat and a worn-out sheet and floated across the river to the bridge with the wind. Three or five children spread mats together, wrestling and cockfighting to attract old cows, catching spring and jumping to touch monkeys, which is endless fun. Ignoring the adults' scolding, I sweated all over, then jumped into the river under the bridge and continued to blow my brains. Tired of playing, they all gathered on the straw mat to discuss the fact that the cantaloupe of the Zhang family has blossomed, the jujube tree of the Li family is still green husk, and the tomatoes of the Zhao family can be pulled over to fill their stomachs, so they can discuss who will lay hands on them and swear. ...
Slowly tired and sleepy, some mosquitoes gathered around. A child took out a cattail stick and lit it. Everyone knows that this magical thing can drive away mosquitoes, so he suddenly surrounded several naked guys to please him and discussed whether to sleep near him or who to put it near. At this time, the child with cattail was as proud as a general, holding a red-hot and smoking cattail stick in his stomach and giving orders at will, and all his friends obeyed him. Children without cattail can only stare at cattail with envy and try to behave better and better. If good performance can be exchanged for a cattail stick, it seems to have the joy of the whole world.
Fighting, making noise, complaining, and being excited, a group of children quarreled together again. Gradually return to silence, I do not know when I fell asleep one after another. But when I wake up, I will find that the position of the burning cattail stick has quietly shifted every time. Not only does it feel that it really has mosquito repellent effect, but it finally falls asleep with the scattered people in the quiet night.
I went home the next day and told my dad that I also wanted a lot of cattails, and I also wanted my friends to walk around me enviously. Dad looked at me and smiled and said, "This is easy. There is a large area in the river opposite Xu Xiaozhuang. I can smash some huts and get some for you when I come back. "
I am anxious and can't wait for my father's promise to "be free when I come back".
Because dad is always busy. He is a famous local "floating on the water". He always tirelessly fishes and sells fish day and night to earn money to support our five brothers and sisters. Carrying a boat at night, morning fog in the morning, and those bloodshot eyes forever, the creaking pole has a river at one end and a home at the other.
So, after lunch, when my father caught fish at night and slept during the day, I called my best friend Hadron and quietly came to the river together. Hadron can't book a boat, so walk with me on the shore. I got off the river, got into a canoe and rowed to Xu Xiaozhuang quickly.
Don't doubt my swimming and rowing skills, and don't doubt that my little friend will drown. We are all residents of the river, we grew up in the river, and we all slipped in the river like little heroes. In hot summer, the river is our home, and parents are used to it. You can only yell at each other when you eat, and you can't bear to go home At that time, the river was clear, the water plants were long, the fish swarmed, the banks of the river were flat, everything was solid, and the baguettes were absolutely attractive.
About a mile away, the summer sun shines on our heads and the river is transpiration, which we are unaware of. At the destination, we entered the toy store like playful children, jumping and shouting happily, snapping pictures and pretending crazily. Leaves like curtains curled in the wind, and that piece of reddish brown caught my eye. That big piece of baguette is waiting for me to choose. The disturbed river bird dragged its wings away in the dense forest-like Putang, and even a fish out of the water jumped into my cabin. Because I am short, some cattails are very tall, so I have to break them off in the middle and clean them up. As a result, the boat ploughed through the water, and it was a mess everywhere. Sweat seeped into the eyes and soaked the stomach, but it still couldn't affect our happiness and our hardworking hands.
On the way back, we transported more than half of the cabin twice in nylon bags. My mother looked at my sweaty face and my arm red with the sun, scolded me lovingly, and was busy helping me spread cattails in the sun to dry. Hadron and I also basked in the sun with cattails and straightened them like soldiers doing exercises. Soon, my friends knew that I had made a lot of cattails and came to watch. I am very proud of the envy written on my face and the sweet words flowing in my mouth.
My mother bent down and gave each of the children who came to watch a dozen. I was like a brown bear with its tail stepped on, shouting, "All right! All right! Don't give it to me! " My mother just laughed and ignored the pity in my eyes.
After a while, we all had our own cattail sticks. Strange to say, maybe that's when we suddenly grew up and lived a life, and it was agreed that two people would order one. So that summer, Pubang accompanied us for a long time.
What's more, when the weather turns from hot to cold, the cattail stick is not used. My mother packed up the remaining cattail sticks, made a full porcelain basin, put a pillowcase in the arms of the sewing machine, put the furry cattail sticks in, and made me a small pillow. I was so happy that I held my pillow and showed it off everywhere. At that time, my dream seemed sweet.
July 20 15, my son was bored at home after the senior high school entrance examination, so I suggested implementing the "Hundred Miles Cycling Plan". So it was also in the hot July, the two of us stepped on bicycles, the scenery of the market, Li Ji Town, Bozhou City and Madian Bridge. In the ditch next to Madian Bridge, I saw our cattails when we were young, so we. I went down, picked some sticks on my bike and set off again. On the way, I told him about my childhood cattail sticks, my childhood friends, free birds in the blue sky and the sky, clear water and unrestrained fish in the water, cicadas and monkeys in the Woods behind my house and big watermelons in cotton fields, and the days and nights when I was a child's boat and my father were ferrying on the boat. When I was a child, the smell of cattail was the taste of maternal love. ...
Riding a hundred miles that day was very short, but the story on the road that day was very long, which made my son envious and made me cry. ...
Now, I see cattail again, but it is not the cattail when I was a child. What I lost was the blue sky, clear stream, sweet wind, free fish, pure friendship and elderly parents. ...