People Walking Out of the Village (Teacher Lin Jianming) —— Excerpts from Golden Sentences (1)

1. On a rainy night, I grew wings and flew back to my hometown across mountains and rivers. When I woke up, I heard the sound of raindrops outside the window, like water drops falling from the eaves of an old house, dripping into my heart and splashing the waves of my dying thoughts. I opened my eyes and saw nothing, but I woke up again.

2. On a summer night, the moon is bright and the stars are dense, and the cool breeze sends away the smoke. After dinner, as soon as I threw the bowl, I went to my uncle's bamboo couch to enjoy the cool. My uncle is holding a small wine, and Zhou in front of the door is holding a big bowl, chatting about the past and the present while eating. My ears stood upright for fear of missing a word, and my ignorant heart seemed to have a beam of light pulling me forward.

I often think that living in the country now is the same as living in a "circle of friends". Walking out of the simple rural environment, even if he lives in a foreign land and joins the big dyeing vat of the metropolis, his mood still maintains the color of the earth.

My memory has also been scattered by time, so that many years later, I always like to put those scattered past events together into a boat and float in my heart.

Every Dragon Boat Festival, I always wonder, does my hometown still use reed leaves to wrap zongzi? To be sure, if it weren't for the tearing of life, we might still be sleeping in the harbor like night boats for a long time.

6. My hometown is the most talked about in other places. When I talk about people and things in my hometown, I unconsciously think of a lot. Perhaps because I am old, the village will not be old. More and more beautiful houses are hidden in trees that have remained unchanged for hundreds of years, as if they were hiding many unclear ideas in the village.

7. The village doesn't talk, but it knows that people scattered outside, no matter how far away, will come back, including me. The net is thrown out and the thread is still tied here.

8. My mother has gone through hard times and cherishes everything she has. She is my role model.

I think of the ancient family motto: a porridge and a meal, don't move when you think of it; Gradually, it is difficult to keep thinking about material resources. ...

9. In fact, there is a river in everyone's heart, which is a place to wash the dirt of body and mind.

10. Soon after I got married, all the rural people in the village chose to go out, so I naturally became a migratory bird. But to this day, I still haven't forgotten those days of making up seats. The weaving of batches of sticks is actually life, the hope and waiting of that era. Naturally, I have not forgotten my hometown and reeds dancing in the autumn wind. It pains me to think that my mother's white hair, like a reed, is still flowing in the garden behind the house.

1 1. The deeper the winter, the stronger the wind, and the more silent the wind chimes on the trees in Wu Tong, as if singing another song for winter. I hope it's not an elegy of the country.

Winter is followed by spring.

12. But I didn't learn to play flail after all, and I didn't become a literate person as my mother wished. Later, I became a migratory bird. But I know that I have been holding the flail, although it is not flapping on the ears of wheat.

This is life.

13. I often think that if there is no reform, we will still live the same life as our parents, but I don't know if we are as tough as them.

14. Wild roses are like roses, but they can't be roses after all. It has a pole, but it can't be tall and straight. There are not gorgeous flowers, but also can not decorate the hall; Vines don't attach to other things. It produces thorns, but not to show strength, but to silently protect its thin body from bullying. It quietly guards the world, even if it is small, it can only accommodate its feet, absorb some limited nutrients, and strive to expand around and spread its branches and leaves.

15. Look at the plants all over the mountain, pine trees, Chinese fir, azaleas, tall and low trees and even grass ... What's not? Because of them, mountains are not afraid of wind and rain, and soil will not be lost; It is precisely because of them that the mountains are lush, full of vitality and connotation, and endless.

16. Living in a foreign country, I like watching sunsets. Whenever the sun sets, my eyes will always be attracted by it, and I feel that the red sun is quietly hanging on the top of the birch tree in my hometown. Soft light sneaked into the glass of mother's small table through the gap between branches and through the small window in the pot house. With a bang, the wine flowed into my mother's increasingly shriveled mouth, and her face was gradually shrouded by the sunset glow.

17. The sun shines on me through the window like an invisible quilt, warm. But I know that the sun has set, another dusk is coming, and another sunset is about to hang in the treetops. We really should cherish it before it is still gorgeous and not swallowed up by the night.

Under the hypnosis of music, I feel groggy, but my eyes are wet.

18. Maybe it was a seed that fell from a dead vine two years ago, or it happened to fall on a small iron plate or the welding scar of a steel pipe and could not land for a long time, waiting for the land for a long time in time and space. It is waiting for a gust of wind, a rain and an opportunity.

It is still growing, and the yellow tentacles have passed through the cracks in the steel pipe and touched the surrounding strength. The green leaves are elegant and clean, and the eyes are gentle. Although there is no sign of germination, green is the color of life. I believe that with bright sunshine, cool star dew and wind and rain, it will bloom beautiful flowers before long.

19. In fact, whether it is Cheng Jiadun or Lao Zhou, Tongling or Shanghai, it is inseparable from the water system-the Yangtze River, and everyone of us cannot do without the water system-the tide of reform.

20. Now there is no night in the city, and the night still stays in the countryside, in Yuan Ye, in a deserted place. In my village, the headlights are still on as before, but the lights are beginning to be sparse. Many houses are Spring Festival couplets posted by his relatives, with two lines of red blood on them. The iron lock on the door is rusty, as if it had been branded by years.

2 1. Near noon, the circle of friends is very hot. In fact, no matter how hot the weather is, it can't stop time. Autumn has slowly raised its hand in front. Just as edamame turns into green beans and then into soybeans, people who eat beans also turn from ignorant childhood into silver-haired old people.

22. Shanghai is cold in early spring, and it is still reluctant to retreat. It's drizzling and the cold wind is blowing gently. Although you can see goose yellow flowers in the field, without the warmth of the sun, I wonder if the tea garden on the distant hillside has put on new clothes. Before Tomb-Sweeping Day, Grain Rain was far away. I'm afraid I have to wait patiently for a while before I can taste new tea full of spring infiltration.

23. The wind of years blows year after year, similar year after year, and different year after year.

Walking in the fields of other countries, I enjoyed the bright spring flowers and the bright summer lotus flowers. But I'm not used to the sweetness of coke and soda. I still hold the green in my hometown. Whenever I raise my glass and stare, I will think of my distant hometown, village, distant parents and relatives.

Gradually, I began to like the word "strong" and the strong tea in my father's hand, in which I learned the lightness of life. Feel a kind of quiet beauty and a kind of acacia in concentration.

25. I learned a lot about my father's past through intermittent chatting. My father who is over sixty, like a cup of mellow strong tea, has experienced the ups and downs of life. I seem to smell the fragrance of tea, but I can't taste its bitterness.

26. Actually, for me, drinking tea is just a hobby, or just a habit, not to mention. Cherish and care for every family member, relatives and friends, and do your best, even if you give a little greeting every day. This is a hard-won fate.

27. When the autumn wind rises, the sunshine is especially precious.

Until now, I still think that the pursuit of "eating" is the most primitive pursuit of human beings. When the old family meets, the first sentence is "Have you eaten"? I'm afraid it's past dinner time. It's just that I never thought about how much thought my mother spent cooking that half-life meal.

29. The night can stop everything, but it can't stop the seeds from sprouting.

On the river bank, I specially looked at the time. It's already 7: 58, which is a very auspicious number. Looking around, the river flows eastward quietly, and the lights on its south bank are still bright and brilliant, and the villages here seem to have gradually entered the dream. I just embarked on a journey. In the trunk, ten catties of raw rot packed three red horses. At this time, I also walked away with me in my sleep. "I'm going to buy some soy sauce for qianzi," said Dehua. The dried seeds haven't been put in long and haven't tasted yet.

Think about it, too. Many things need to be soaked and precipitated. Like tofu, dried white tofu should be put into brine, and after a certain period of infiltration, it tastes fragrant; After roasting and frying, it became golden rot and became the staple food of the stove; There are stinky tofu that smells bad and tastes good; Of course, there are waste water and bean dregs.

So are people.

When the willow branches turn blue in spring, the branches of peach trees are full of pink flowers and crowded. When the leaves are covered with treetops, the flowers wither with all the spring rains, and the small white peaches covered with branches twinkle playfully among the green leaves.

3 1. I don't remember when my little wife died, but I remember I went after my father. I still remember the moment when I bent down, I remembered the pot of peaches, red, white and blue. My nose is sour and my eyes are wet.

32. During the Spring Festival every year, I have the most contact with the village in a year. Although I have a new house in the village, I say it is new because I have built it for more than four years, and no one has lived there, and the door is rarely opened. Like many old houses in the village, they are locked with iron locks most of the time. But I believe that in a foreign land, we are just passers-by, just a long journey, and we will come back here sooner or later.

I once said: I walked out of the path in front of the village. No matter where I am now, I will return to Chengjiadun from that path one day. Either I go back by myself or I am sent back by my relatives, because my roots are there.

My roots are also my soul.

After today, my mother will be eighty-four tomorrow. I saw that my mother's messy hair was as gray as this loquat flower in the wind.

In fact, we really have a lot of requirements for our mothers, not only for life, but also for the milk that sustains life. But I don't know what I did to my mother.

When I left the village, the tree still flashed in my mind. It's a scenery in the yellow season, which reminds me of colorful spring.

Mother is a loquat tree.