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The mountains and rivers, fields, villages and vegetation outside the tall buildings could not reach my eyes, but I could imagine. They have been kept in my memory, active in my thinking and presented in my dream. That was the place where I was born and raised. At the foot of Jincheng mountain, there were beautiful mountains, dense trees and steep slopes. I have measured the length of those ridges with my feet, and I have tested the temperature of the sun with my body, from morning to sunset, from spring and autumn to winter and summer. They have truly accompanied me, trained my physical strength, tested my endurance and tempered my perseverance. They make me unforgettable, they make me dream. Once the pain comes to memory, it becomes sweet. The dribs and drabs of that poor age were like the water that opened the gate. Yuojinggou is my hometown, and Songpo Ridge is the hill behind my house. There are several private plots on the slope. The snakes in the field once held in my hands like squeezing wheat stalks when I was cutting wheat, when there was a feeling of coolness of flesh and meat, the seven souls had lost their spirit. Fortunately, the sun had not set down yet. I shouted out of my soul and called my brother here. With my brother, I wouldn’t be afraid anymore, because he was tough and dared to pass by the big grave mountain which hanged people in the middle of the night, the new House ditch that buried people alive, the newly developed Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch head. These roads I am dare not go alone. Few people in our village dare, and there were also bold people who didn’t believe in evil. It was because they went back home at night after going to the market. When passing the Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch, the ghosts were beaten black and blue, so far, no reason has been found. Therefore, the problem of outlet has been bothering me. I think if one day I walk out of this place, which way will I go home? My house is surrounded by mountains. The smooth rice field in front of the door extends outward to qingyuntang reservoir. There are two roads to go, but I dare not choose those two roads, A liangfengya, which was going to cross xinwugou Dafen Mountain to the red slope beam opposite the reservoir and then climbed over the Sun to rest, went down the mountain, another road heading southeast through the Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch is a narrow road of about ten miles with high mountains in the middle of the canyon on both sides; the route behind the house is from the northeast to the east, where the sun rises to the top of the mountain and then goes down to the north. The Road is rugged, high and dense, and few families, There are often small animals running out of the forest, and they are worried that they will encounter robbers and epilepsy when they pass their heads. They have no choice but to go, I had to stay obediently in that place like a basin to be a frog at the bottom of the well and enjoy myself. In fact, there is nothing wrong with the life of a frog in the bottom of a well. What people live is a mentality, which has nothing to do with money or houses. The terrain surrounded by mountains happens to be as peaceful and warm as a cradle. The Jincheng mountain in the North is like a barrier, blocking the cold wind in winter and warming the people living here; The downwind village and Montenegro extending from north to East keep pace with it, only one exit forehead is left between them. Every time the sun climbs up the Heishan Mountain, the whole village becomes fresh, fresh and lively. The trees on those hills were first favored by sunshine, just like a young girl who had taken a shower wearing a layer of gauze, standing on the stage, pure and elegant. The adults in the village got up, drove the chickens and ducks out of the house, carrying the hoe to the ground; The child got up, narrowed his eyes and led the cattle and sheep up the mountain. Chickens and ducks incited their wings and shook off the dust; Cattle and sheep stretched their necks and sang loudly; Those birds had been chattering for a long time, shuttling back and forth among the branches, the lively and quiet village played the harmonious joy of nature. The poor and backward village lived with simple villagers, who lived on the mountain and ate on the water. Yuojinggou, a place with mountains and water, is just like a paradise. There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter. Beauty lies in nature, and everything goes with the flow. People who work at Sunrise and rest at sunset often get together and chat after dinner, which is as lively as a fair. That was the moment I liked. I could relax and do whatever I wanted, especially on summer nights, all sizes in the yard came out. Everyone was talking like a meeting, and the parents of the East and the West were short-lived. The words from all over the world were open, and the Foreign Affairs in ancient and modern times came. My father was good at telling stories, because he was literate and had read a lot of books. His “Xue Rengui’s expedition to the West” impressed me deeply. Although he didn’t remember the specific plot, the name was always unforgettable; my brother can also tell stories. Although I don’t remember what he said, I always appreciate his talent. He is good at farm work and good at reading. It is a pity that the times are not good and he encountered the Great Cultural Revolution, therefore, the future was buried in the cattle-raising field; Other people in the same courtyard would tell ghost stories such as the King of caokou, which were horrible and frightening. They said that they passed the graveyard in the evening, if there was no grass growing on the tomb, It is possible to encounter a ferocious-looking inhuman monster with dishevelled hair, open the big mouth of the blood basin, reveal two teeth which are bigger and longer than the teeth of the dog, suck passers-by into his mouth, and then you can imagine what happened later. I was very scared when listening to ghost stories. When I heard someone talking about it, my back felt numb. I quickly moved the small bench to the middle of people’s circle; Listening to ghost stories was very exciting and gave me endless imagination, imagine the ghost king when passing by the grave, and the image of passers-by lost his soul was also in his mind. Many years later, I didn’t see the tomb which didn’t grow grass, nor did I hear rumors like who met the king of caokou. It can be seen that those words were totally nonsense. Life at that time was monotonous, but full of human feelings. Adults gathered together to set up a portal array. Children played crazily in the yard dam. Fighting and peddling were regular programs. Singing and reciting were occasionally recalled. It was poetic to catch fireflies in the field in summer night, it is very cool to catch the moon in the well. It is challenging to catch a mountain mouse in the bamboo forest. In the bamboo forest next to the House, the mountain mouse always plays dissonant sounds there. It is annoying to quarrel and wants to shoot it to death, it was just that the smell of the mountain was bad, but the most worrying thing was to let it bite back. Fortunately, such a thing had never happened. The time of leisure and entertainment is always short. Although the children are in high spirits, they have to leave one after another with their parents. One year’s time ended in the alternation of day and night, and one year’s time passed away in reading and farm work. Year after year, I felt that going to school was the most beautiful thing. When I was tired of work, I went to school to have a rest. When I was tired of study, I went home to do farm work. My brain and physical strength took turns to learn knowledge and exercise, what is bitter is just the uninterrupted physical work during summer and winter vacations. Now I miss that time a little, I feel that I can enjoy the beauty given by nature by shuttling through the mountains, and I feel that I can experience the simple mutual help and neighborhood feelings by living in the village, I felt that living in a farm could fully enjoy the care of my father and brother. At that time, life was bitter but full of hope. Reading hope holiday, holiday a hope reading, busy hope Slack, a year most wish for the new year. Carrots and Mimi are sweet. Seeing that the new year is coming, kids want to eat meat, but dad has no money. Children’s songs express the helplessness and bitterness of life, and the charm of New Year grows secretly in children’s hearts. During the Spring Festival, every family cooks New Year’s Eve dinner. The fragrance of roast pig’s skull and pig’s tail spreads everywhere, and the village is filled with strong smell of new year. Take a deep breath, then take a deep breath, ah, it’s really fragrant! The saliva was going to flow out. When the ancestors set off firecrackers, the whole family sat around a table or several tables in a yard. It was lively and cheerful, harmonious and harmonious, the sweet and warm pictures are fixed into the true portrayal of folk life. Spring elimination snow

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