Country

In the countryside, I have several tile houses. In the front wall, the lower half is slate, and the upper half is Drape; In the middle partition wall, the dado is plank, and the upper part is Drape; The back wall is made of stone piers, there is no slurry and mud, and there are also blue silk matte seams. The wooden structure is a Cypress column, which is connected with the tile Jue Zi in the yellow and black. The smoke from the kitchen goes through the hanging fence lintel and runs over the wall for several houses. After a hundred years, the green tile house is turned into an old house. The wind on the mountain blew through the accumulated bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest and moored into an old boat on the corrugated, and the clear waves of tiles had not been seen for a long time. Not cold in winter and not stuffy in summer are just the benefits of tile houses. The wall of the board is smooth and smooth, and it has become my handwriting board, and I still keep the ghost painting Peach symbol even though I don’t wipe it. A small back door was opened behind the house. When you opened the door, you could see the ups and downs of the plants and flowers in the back mountain, as well as the passers-by on the mountain road. In the morning and evening, I opened the door with bright or dark light, reading or writing. I thought a lot of things, but now I can’t remember them. Now the old house is still there, the small tile house has not lived for a long time, it is full of debris, and the dust has blinded the footprints I left year by year. I also thought about cleaning it out and occasionally going back to stay for a few days. I always came in a hurry and left in a hurry. I seldom stayed overnight in my hometown, and that thought was indifferent year by year. I like tile houses, but I am nostalgic. On the contrary, people in those cities can see its simplicity or other benefits. I also remembered someone saying that alienation and estrangement started from the nearest person and the most familiar place. Maybe it is true. I have lived for a long time and become indifferent. I am began to respect these tile houses in my hometown from the mouths of literary friends in the city. It is surrounded by several mounds, the cypress trees around are still verdant, the rest of the grass and bamboo are flourishing, and the atmosphere of summer is already strong. This courtyard is located in the embrace of the grass and trees in the Hill, which is enduring. For hometown and hometown, I am defined in this way: the place where people live and die. Birth is the place where we are born; Death is the homeland where the elder souls return. This is the former residence and the hometown. Because of the lack of cooking smoke in my hometown? a href=’ search.php ‘Target = ‘_blank’> nostalgia neon baking Yingying lesson Qian (6) research on porcelain first? br /> before going to the old yard, we need to go through a slate pond. The water is very shallow. Lotus roots have been planted, and there are corns and leaves, and the water comes out. Less than five mu is the relief Land of the village. The two-meter-wide flagstone Bridge at the end of the pond crossed over, which was shengjiajia. A large millstone Mill was placed on the roadside. Behind the bamboo forest was a mill. Under an old Bodhi fruit tree, there was still a grinding groove and a roller. This is the center of Shengjia’s life of grinding rice and grinding noodles a hundred years ago. At the end of their outdoor Road, there is a dang which is used to grow vegetables with water storage scoop. There are many aquatic plants around. There are stone steps down to Dang Li, and they go down to wash vegetables and wash clothes in five steps, the water at that time was very clear and clean. There is a stone pier in the dang, which can stand on it in summer. Now it is a pile of wolves, climbing out a pumpkin vine. Follow the fence of hibiscus to the front of the old courtyard. This is a typical Jiakou House, in the middle is the main house tile house, and the wing rooms on both sides are newly equipped thatched houses. The wall of the yard is made of adobe, pressed with small flagstones and piled with soil, which is full of weeds. It was a Zhinan tree outside the yard. The ground corner of the root plate invaded the blue sky, surrounded by five people, with a diameter of more than Zhang. I haven’t seen anyone climbing up in the afterlife. There are several big crow nests on the tree. All day long, they are fascinating, domineering and quack. In the past, Master Guang AO told me that when he was young, he picked up bird droppings and sold them to Xiucai. When he was middle-aged, he made a living by soaking dung and growing vegetables. There is no shortage of firewood under the tree, and the leaves are picked up casually. In May and June, it was windy and heavy rain, and branches and fallen leaves were broken everywhere. Every family wore hats and coir coats, picked up firewood and picked up birds for their son. The son of two or three birds had not grown up yet and was covered with meat. When the oil was put into the pot, the meat smell was heard. The old birds on the Zhinan tree outside the yard wailed in the sky. The delicious taste in the mouth covers the sadness in the sky, and the poor days cannot resist the tongue. Lao que cried and rebuilt his nest. He still lived in Zhennan without complaining about the heaven and the Earth. Unfortunately, the tree was sold in the 1970 s, and Lord Guang AO was also pissed off. In the past few years, Zhinan old tree knot in front of the old house, I don’t know when to grow a Zhinan seedling with thick hands and neck. It was higher than the eaves, and I couldn’t help feeling happy. Several tile houses and the surrounding and comfortable environment do have some temptations to those who like purity. If there were no old tile houses, this place would have been wild ten years ago. The tile house is here, and it is also a homestead. Master Guanghai and guangao can still find their souls when they come back. Although the old tile house was idle, it was also not empty. Every time I came back, I saw the senior owner came back and there were them sitting on the tables, chairs and benches, eating tobacco, drinking Eagle tea, setting up the gate array, and hearing the sound of Confucius’s ink pen, I smell the smell of scholarly mentors. This is the old house of their dreams. I have the courage to demolish it. No wonder the literary friends who lived in the city said: his greatest sorrow was that he could not live in the noble country. Once I went to Deng’s house in Xie’s home and saw my friend’s old house. I envied the old willow in my heart. It was ancient and beautiful, with long beard and long autumn. It was very pictorial. It was just when autumn was gradually rising that the courtyard was tranquil and leisurely in the sunshine, like a simple and peaceful old man. Later, I wrote some words. The tone was quiet at first, and the words were sentimental. Maybe I thought it was impossible to ask for such a residence. Occasionally, I will think about what kind of place is suitable for me to live in. You need to find a place to arrange your body to live, and you also need to find a place to arrange your soul to live. In fact, for me, there is no hope for the city, and there is almost no room to go back to the countryside. At most, I just keep a little fantasy in my dream. A late at night. Sitting on the dam of the community, I looked up and saw the dark night sky, so high and so far, so bright stars, and those faint stars could not shine on this corner of the Earth. There was no sound of chicken singing, dog barking, nor grass worm. Back inside the house, the dim light could only be called the lonely light. There was no other light. The security door was opened, and the outside world was empty. The security door was closed without any voice. At that moment, I suddenly felt depressed. I just felt that if I lived in such a place, it would be too boring to live in such a simple way. It doesn’t matter if there is no fixed place to live, even enviing the wandering days of the ancient people who live in their houses like every family, like sending them to stay in the night first and watching the sky early. Live and make us lose many life really fun. 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