Dream

Flying over the fields of Xiaoji village. Under the sole of the foot is the whole outline of Xiao Jicun. This place that I am obsessed with often appears in my dreams. When I flew up, she was as plain as usual, with a panoramic view of every mountain and water. Everything was so peaceful, friendly and natural. I flew over my old yard. In the old yard, the cave where only two earth kilns were connected to the stone pass was still there. One side is my second largest, the other side is my third largest. In the 70s of the last century, our house had been demolished by my father and me in one day due to years of disrepair. Originally, it was said that the economy would be better in the future, and the timber would be built again. Unexpectedly, after decades of demolition, until now, the economy was always not good, and most of the timber of the house was lost. Only the three walls built in those years were still firmly standing there, as if they were still waiting for me to come back and continue to build the house, as well as the place where the two sides of the kiln were built in those years, it is already a pile of mounds. A few years ago, I had been planning that if I went back to my hometown, I would build a house and build a vegetable greenhouse of more than 20 meters in the place where the kiln was built. In this way, there is no need to lack vegetables all the year round. How comfortable it is for my wife and I to live here for a long time! I couldn’t help looking at it again. What I saw was still the same. No one can live in the yard any longer. The second sophomore mother had already passed away, and the third junior mother went to Yan’an to enjoy happiness with her children. My old man is already 90 years old, and he can’t go back. At present, I have to take care of my grandson for my son. When my grandson grows older, I may not be able to do it either. Then, will I build a house? Who can I build a house? Thinking of this, I couldn’t help feeling sad. I wanted to fly to Zhangyang village. That is where my grandmother and uncle used to be. In the dream, Grandma was still so kind, while Uncle was still so kind. I remember that when my grandmother was alive, she was trembling with her little feet and would appear in my yard from time to time. Once, I ran out of the door, ready to go out to play, but met my grandmother coming back from the door with a stick. I went to hold my grandmother happily. At the same time, happily, I told my mother who was busy cooking in the House that: mom, my grandmother is here again! Hearing this, grandma laughed out of breath and said: What’s the matter? Did I come a lot? Why is it coming again? Mother laughed when hearing this, and came out quickly and said, “Look at this baby, who is eight or nine years old, and she can’t even say anything. Fortunately, it is your grandmother. Others didn’t laugh to death after hearing this! After that, grandma came to our house again, and deliberately teased me. As long as she walked into my door, she would shout loudly: I am coming again! As long as I heard my grandmother’s voice, I was happy to welcome her out of the House and hold her, but I didn’t care whether my grandmother said anything about me. My grandmother’s village is only ten miles away from my village. In fact, it is a road to turn over the ditch. If you go down here, you will arrive there. I don’t know how many times my grandmother has traveled with her little feet on this path. I only remember that my sister and I went to grandma’s home in three days and two ends. Sometimes we stayed for a few days, and sometimes we came back after a while. As long as we came back, grandma would follow us and send us outside the village where we could see us climbing up to our village from the bottom of the ditch. We didn’t return until we couldn’t see us. I flew to the sky above Zhangyang village in my village. Under the bottom of the ditch, the temple ditch in my memory is the place where I came and went most when I was a child. Building a temple in this deep ditch is because in this small ditch, there are two small streams meeting here at the same time, and one is the Xiaoji River originated from our place, one is fan Jiazhuang River originated from fan Jiazhuang village. At the intersection of the two rivers, there happened to be a basketball court-sized field. I don’t know when people built temples and stage here. It was said that there was a saying in the temple here that it was built on the location of Erlong opera beads. When we could remember, the incense here was very strong, and we also sang big plays. In those years, Hujia commune also established iron industry association and xiaojihe school here. Most of my last generation had studied in this school. It can be said that this place should be the paradise of our previous generation. Today’s place is already dilapidated. During the Great Cultural Revolution, the temples and stage here were all destroyed. When Hujia commune and nanhegou commune merged, the iron industry commune and schools here also withdrew. The only scenery that can be seen here is Xiaoji River waterfall. The place where it came to the end and the intersection of fan Jiazhuang River was exactly a cliff. When Xiao Ji River arrived here, he threw himself down and fell under the cliff which was dozens of meters high, forming a natural waterfall. In every season of abundant water, as long as people come here, they can hear the sound of running water from the waterfall far away. In winter, with less water, the waterfall here slowly froze into a big ice, from the bottom of the ditch to the top of the cliff, forming a huge jade pillar, which was really spectacular. According to the old generation, as long as it is winter, people there will come here to see. If the icicles are connected to the cliff, it indicates that next year will be a harvest year. If they are not connected, it is a harvest year. I took a special look, but saw nothing. It seemed that there was a big turtle floating in the old pool under the waterfall. My performances scenery. When I arrived at the sky of Zhangyang village, I saw my uncle was talking about things in the yard of the family. It seemed that he was still wearing a hat with a size on his head and was eating in the yard. I think of this family. It should be an elder of my uncle who passed away. My uncle went to talk about things, and naturally he had to wear the size. Somehow, I didn’t say hello to my uncle, and returned to the stockaded village of Xiaoji village. I saw someone working in the stockaded village faintly. I remembered that I had been encouraging villagers to build a pagoda in the stockaded village in recent years, but none of the villagers responded. I once praised the villagers that if I could still live for ten years, I must build this pagoda. I haven’t had time to start yet, Someone did it, it should be a good thing! When I was ready to go down to see who was working here, a gust of wind blew me over the atomic head flat. I don’t know when the Power Bureau set up a high-voltage line here. My body seemed to touch the high-voltage line. I turned around and passed through the middle of the high-voltage line, reminding myself in my heart, never use your body to touch two high voltage lines at the same time. In that case, you will get an electric shock. After passing the high voltage line, I came to the sky of zaoshuwan beach again. Several playmates of my childhood were there, as if my little grandson was also there. It suddenly occurred to me that it was not normal for me to fly like this. When I was young, I often heard from my mother that the person who dreamed of flying was the night heizi. If I dreamed of taking the children of other families out to play, it would be to take away their children, the child will get sick the next day. Unfortunately, I was weak and had a bad stomach since I was young. At night, as long as I ate too much, I would dream that I was flying and playing with children. Several times, I had such a dream and went to see the children playing with me. As expected, their children became sick. From then on, as long as I dreamed of my flying dream, I never told others, and I was afraid that they would say that I I am black at night. Now, I am old and also old. It is not easy to save trouble. I am still flying here. Am I really the kind of black at night that mom said? 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