Behind the village

When I was in Anliang Town, The Journey to the West, the car slowly climbed a high hill and looked like a turtle shell under a wide-angle lens. Apart from trees and crops, I only saw a small temple sitting in the middle, with a worn yellow flag towering as if I had something to say. The three temples were crowded with a group of people, such as Tota Li Tianwang, Guan Yu, Tai Shang Lao Jun and Guanyin Bodhisattva, who wanted to discuss important matters. Will they quarrel? To the east is Shuiquan Village. In the old society, people in the village came to burn incense, and they didn't know who to greet first and who to bow down to.

When I entered Shuiquan Village, many red stones came into my eyes and caught my attention. They are all square, big or small, and some are simple stone cakes. It can be seen that they used to be a solid part of the house and did what stones should do. There are so many red stones scattered outside the village, it must be silent and prosperous. Who will bring up sad memories?

Phoenix is an auspicious bird in the Central Plains. Although I have never seen it, many villages use it to climb relatives. Most of them said that the phoenix flew over its own village and saw fertility and prosperity, so it didn't leave and fell down to bless the landscape people here. The same is true of Shuiquan Village. You can see that this phoenix swooped down from the south and jumped into the soil without saying hello. Its head became a village, its belly and wings became land, and its tail was an upside-down hill. Donggou and Xigou are depicted on both sides of the Phoenix, and the blue river starts from Yuzhou, jumps over the top of the Phoenix's head and flows through its mouth, making it look up and smart after drinking the cool spring water. The villagers liked their village so much that they dragged me into the ditch and walked in the stockade. They showed me the red stone stockade wall, stockade gate, old house and the old pagoda tree, which was respected by the villagers as an old man and could not be offended.

In Donggou, I saw many red stones lying beside me, as if in a cruel war with time. They were flying and dead bodies were lying everywhere. Before the 1960s, this ditch was a part of the highway from Nanyang to Lushan and Jiaxian to Yuzhou to Xuchang, which was the official road of that era. You can imagine several carriages flying from far and near, flying in the dust, whistling past and quietly crashing into the deep ditch of green trees. But there are rows of caves on both sides of the ditch, and the red stone is brilliant in front, full of traffic, standing side by side and prosperous. The guest officers boarded the gate of Gaozhai in twos and threes, visited old friends and relatives, and shook off fatigue and sorrow. The next day, the cavalry got on the horse and said goodbye to the shop. The cavalry crossed the blue river and roared north. Nowadays, people go to empty holes, plants fill deep ditches and ancient roads, shops are scattered in the fragments of time, doors are left unlocked by floating soil, and there are only red stones everywhere, so hold on to a certain day.

Shuiquanzhai is located between Dongxigou and the Blue River in the north. The old people said that with these natural barriers, Shuiquan Village has not been opened. Bandits bandits came, and men, women and children from more than a dozen villages in Fiona Fang came here to take refuge. The people in this stockade accepted them with a broad mind, and a bowl of porridge and water helped the villagers. Later, people who fled to the stockade built their own houses and a half, which was a temporary nest. When there is chaos, they will flee and stay. Lock the stockade when there is nothing wrong with it, and the villagers don't care. * * * share weal and woe. After a long time, some people in other villages became attached to the stockade and simply settled down. In addition to the original Yang and Niu surnames, a dozen people with foreign surnames lived in a small village and gradually merged into one, forming a variety of customs and beliefs in the village. It suddenly occurred to me that the immortals in that small village temple in Shang Gang should be their respective spokesmen. Judging from the folk customs in the stockade, the immortals in the temple should live in peace and be tolerant.

197 1 year, a canal was built in the village, and stone tools and pottery pots such as stone hairpin, axe, hand mill and pottery pot were found at the head of Donggou port canal. Experts excavated and proved that it was the culture of Peiligang in Neolithic Age, more than 8,000 years ago. In other words, ancient humans lived here by water for a long time, building kilns and houses, farming and hunting, and raising and living. Now their descendants are still working here, the same heaven and earth, the same blue river, so from generation to generation, from the starting point of human beings until they can't be seen. Most villagers have doubts about the past. What did our ancestors do in such a long time? How many people does this land support? Li Chengzhou, the village head, is an old man in his eighties. There is a faint word on a broken tablet in front of his house. He is a tall and small student and can't see any meaning. And whose stone mortar is that semicircle? Li Chengzhou is puzzled by more than that. Even his two-story red stone house was built in one year, and his grandparents didn't seem to know it. In this way, the glory of a family was buried in the dust and became a secret from now on. The same is true of Shuiquan Village. There are no folk songs handed down, and there are few legends. Just like an old locust tree, you may be confused. How many people have been near it, touched it, and can't remember the images that shook the earth. Yang Heniu's family letters were thrown into the ashes of an era, burning all the memories of this family, and a life was forgotten alive. Redstone, these bones buried deep under Gaogang, have been carried out by human beings one by one for 8,000 years, built walls, circled, walked through black and white, experienced wind and rain, experienced cold and heat, and finally, was abandoned, plunged into bumps, fell into silence again, and became the dumb of history, and was silent from then on.

Where is the carriage in Shuiquan Village, and there are fierce followers? Where is the Pentium in the blood? Red stones, red stones, only their heaviness erased the ruddy color of the village for thousands of years. The well inside is always with watery eyes open, looking at passers-by in previous lives.