Beautiful Scenery Fan Deyun

My childhood memories in the quadrangle are those years when I was at my aunt's house.

The yard is not big, but it is very lively and fun. Especially the quadrangular corners, which are very suitable for children to hide and seek. Every time, they were covered with the dust of wheat straw and weeds, but they had a good time. Small dining tables, chairs and sheets can all come in handy. Take a train with a small bench and play house games. Siheyuan is simply a paradise for children and a happy hometown.

I remember that at that time, on the roof next door to Beixia (where the local dialect called the house "Xiaxia"), pigeons often cooed, blew their pigeon whistle, and then spread their wings and flew into the sky. There is a bird's nest in the hall of my aunt's house. Swallows fly in and out every day. Several newborn swallows stick out their small heads and sharp mouths from their nests for food. They look cute, pathetic and like it very much. In the yard, there are often several hens leading their own flock of chicks, chirping and leisurely looking for bugs to eat. Every day before dawn, the roosters of each family will crow at the top of their lungs on time, one after another, and sometimes even join together, as if in a competition whose voice is the brightest, and this sound will soon wake people up. In the early morning, the birds under the eaves kept singing, flying in the yard for a while and swinging on the clothesline for a while. In a word, quadrangles are very lively. At that time, my aunt kept a cat at home. Cats jump around the yard to catch mice during the day and go back to the house at night. In winter, she always sleeps and snores on the hot kang.

In the quadrangle, no one can cook delicious meals without children. I remember one time Beixia's sister's house (in fact, this sister is many years older than me, but her generation is small, and four of the six children are older than me) made braised noodles and brought me a small bowl to eat, which was particularly delicious at that time. Whoever cooks special food should share it with his neighbors. At that time, my aunt could make batter, which was made of moldy dry steamed bread. How to do it specifically? Because I was too young to pay attention at that time (I didn't know the operation steps until now, and I didn't pay attention to it), the vague impression in my mind was to break the moldy and hairy steamed bread into pieces, put it in a jar, and add the right amount of salt and water to stir it evenly. In the first few days, I will stir it several times until it becomes paste, and then it seems that I will cover it with mud. At that time, there was a small landscape in the yard, which was cloth stuck on the wall. The so-called "cloth" is to paste the unused rags with flour layer by layer on the wall and dry them to make a cloth board. These rags come in different sizes, shapes and colors, as long as they are cut and butted properly. At that time, the economic conditions of every household were limited, and rural people rarely bought shoes. They all wore Melaleuca's shoes themselves. Now think about it, the clothes pasted on the wall are more like abstract paintings. There are also small schoolbags and door curtains made of leftover cloth, which are simply hand-made folk handicrafts. At that time, rural people rarely bought shoes, and besides saving money, they rarely bought foreign cloth. Bedsheets, quilts (or quilts) and cotton trousers are mostly homemade coarse earth cloth, which is economical, practical and comfortable, but the weaving process is too complicated. I vaguely remember a process of brushing lines. Every time I finish painting, my aunt is busy preparing early in the morning. Then several neighbors and I had to open a large basin of lines one by one and put them on a brace. Both ends are fixed. I remember that the line was drawn from the southern end of the yard to the northern end, like a long conveyor belt. Each person takes a brush, slowly moves the brace piece by piece, and brushes the thread forward bit by bit. Even in the hot sun, you can't stop what you are doing. At noon, everyone finished eating and then went on working. It is often necessary to wait until the sun goes down, that is, it takes almost a busy day to finish the work. Because the time is too long, I can't remember many details clearly, and I can only remember them roughly by impression. Maybe my memory is not accurate in some places, but I remember that the adults were very busy at that time, but the children in the yard always wanted to run to the front to join in the fun.

Everyone in the courtyard helps each other when they are in trouble. They usually speak kindly, and their neighbors live in harmony and enjoy each other, just like a warm big family.

At that time, my aunt's family planted two persimmon trees on the ditch beam outside the village. Every autumn, I can eat sweet persimmons, bask in the red persimmons on my aunt's windowsill and attic skylight, eat the sweetest in my heart, and have the vinegar made of persimmons, which will sour to my bones in a small bite.

On summer nights, the family spread a summer mat in the yard to enjoy the cool and chat. At this time, my aunt always holds a cattail leaf fan in her hand and keeps fanning me to drive away mosquitoes. While telling me beautiful fairy tales, whenever this time, I stare at the stars in the night sky curiously, staring blankly and pestering my aunt for questions. When I came back from school in winter, I sat on the hot kang and smelled the smell of rice and uncle's smoke. I immediately felt warm, not cold at all. I still remember that under the gloomy kerosene lamp on a winter night, my aunt sewed cotton-padded clothes and trousers for us stitch by stitch. ......

My childhood in quadrangle, blue sky, bright sunshine, innocence, childhood friends, and deep love from my aunt and family! Thinking of this, I feel a warm current flowing all over my body.

Oh, that carefree happy time! That innocent childhood!

Childhood is a ballad in menstruation Courtyard.

Childhood is far away, as if I had a beautiful dream, and when I woke up, it became a sweet memory. Half of this memory is reserved for myself, and the other half is used to remember the lost relatives.

Brief introduction of the author

Fan Deyun, born in 1965, is from Linfen, Shanxi. 1985 graduated from Taiyuan Electronic Technology School, Shanxi Province, and 1997 obtained the graduation certificate of self-study examination for Chinese language and literature major of Shanxi Normal University. He likes literature and painting. China Aluminum Company Shanxi Branch worked in thermal power plant, and retired on 20 15.