It is difficult to replace old houses with bungalows and wide courtyards.

On my mother's eightieth birthday, my mother and my third brother moved from three wide south courtyards, which is my old house, to five wide north courtyards across the street. From then on, my hometown has a new name ~ ~ south yard and north yard. After living in the north yard, the south yard became the agricultural machinery warehouse of the third brother. Every time I go home, I can't help taking a walk in the south yard. The north yard is spacious and bright. To me, it's just a new house, with no past and no mark. And the South Courtyard, which is full of love from our six brothers and sisters and their parents, left behind the joy of our youth, and also recorded the poor days we spent together ... Father's tolerance and mother's love are numerous and complicated, and even with Qian Qian's heart knot, it is difficult to tell the love of the world.

My parents have raised three children and three daughters all my life, and the age difference between my eldest brother and my younger sister is nearly twenty years old. At that time, the family was too poor to make a living. There is no extra money to build a new house. However, as our brother and sister grew up, our parents had to scrimp and save money to build a western building on the east side of the old house. By the time I can remember, six mansions have been pieced together, and Xixiawu climbed a room in the backyard. This small house is made of refractory, and the kitchen is in the mansion. There is no partition between the other two mansions.

Sister-in-law entered the house, and the house was barely enough. When the second brother gets married, he can't live in the house anymore. Less than a year after the second brother got married, his parents separated the elder brother and the second brother at the same time and led another life. Eldest brother asked Zhuang Ji to build a new house on the west side of the village road. We used to call this yard "West Head". Later, the second brother also asked for the Xinzhuang collection in the south of the village. Just to the south of the old house, we call it "South Head".

The kang is my sister's and my mother's bedroom. Third brother seems to have never had a serious place at home. In summer, he used two benches and bricks to build a rickety bed in Xifu. In winter, he often comes to rub against our hot kang. On the right side of the kang is a stove, and there is a big board near the south wall. At that time, there was no difference between a panel and a cutting board. In order not to damage the panel, every time my mother chooses a corner of the chopping board to cut vegetables. The stove is connected to the heatable adobe sleeping platform. In winter, my mother used half a piece of Hu Ji to open the stove eyes, and in summer, she used Hu Ji to block the stove eyes. In addition, there is a small kang door in the south of the stove, which is used to set fire to the kang. I clearly remember that when the kang was burned in winter, firewood entered through the kang door and smoke rose from the kang mat, so the choking person didn't stay in the house at all.

When building fire-resistant houses, rafters use sunflower poles. Sunflowers are planted by my second brother. At that time, my family had a private plot on the west side of the canal. My second brother planted a row of sunflowers from south to north along the canal. When the water came from the canal, my brother and sister took buckets and scooped up water to water the sunflower stalks, which grew tall and thick. When they mature, the seeds are squeezed out and the stems are finally used as rafters. When building a house, the stalks are densely arranged, but they are very strong. Unfortunately, insects kept falling on the kang.

I still clearly remember the pumpkin planted by my second brother in the private plot in the north of the village. It was very big and shaped like a pillow and a pot cover. As far as I can remember, my second brother is an expert in farming who doesn't like to talk. Second brother and his friends stole watermelons for me from the production team. My sister and my third brother ate them at night. At that time, everyone was short of food and clothing, and it seemed normal to steal from the production team. Except for the timid, almost all adults and children steal, and I have also stolen melons and peas from the village.

Later, the eldest brother sold the house in Xitou, and the third brother gave the old house in the south yard to the eldest brother. Now the eldest brother and the second brother have bought houses in the city, and the south yard and the south yard have been idle for many years. Now five of our brothers and sisters have settled in the city, and there are only three brothers left in the countryside. The North Yard has become the base of a big family and the hometown of the countryside that children often say. The old house in the South Yard will always be our brother and sister's home.

There is a jujube tree in the backyard of the south yard. Jujube trees bear big and sweet dates, so I don't want to dig when I expand my house. When building a house, a big hole was left at the edge of the room, so that trees could protrude from the roof, and branches on the northeast and west sides could climb onto the roof properly. Whenever the wind blows, you can hear the branches scratching the blue tiles and making a "rushing" sound in the room. Since the dates were white and delicious, my brothers and sisters began to secretly pick them at home. After about a month and a half, the dates became red, crisp and sweet, which was the happiest day for our brothers and sisters. When picking dates in the house, I often accidentally crushed several blue tiles, but I dare not let my mother know that my brother will secretly change a good tile. My hot-tempered third brother was very naughty when he was a child, and he made trouble at both ends every day. I still clearly remember the scene when my third brother was beaten by his family and hung on a jujube tree.

There are two mulberry trees in the west wall of the backyard, with a distance of less than two meters, one male and one female. The male plant is in the south and the female plant is in the north. The male plant is thin and tall, and the crown of the young tree bends to the southeast. The female plant is short and thick, with a large crown, occupying most of the space in the backyard. The fruit of mulberry is sour and sweet. Every time it eats, its fingers and lips will be dyed purple. In the mature season of mulberries, friends from the village often come to my house, and several people join hands to kick the tree, and the mulberries are brushed off. When there are fewer people and more fruits, everyone will pick something to eat. When there are many people and few fruits, they will pick up the big ones and eat them together. They often put feces on mulberries, bite off the clean ones and eat them, and throw away the sticky ones. Then they will have the habit of eating without washing and eating after picking. I didn't see the child have diarrhea! Now that life is good, people are not short of food, but food safety has gone wrong.

The south courtyard with blue bricks and tiles, which we see now, consists of two big houses, one in front of the other, which were built twice in the 1980s. The big house in front of us was built on the basis of tearing down the mansion in the year after the third brother got married, that is, in the first month of 1987. At this time, I have been studying in Xi 'an University, and now I see the four characters "plow and read" on the lintel, which was written by my second uncle, who is a teacher. When the big house was built in front, Zhuang Ji was raised, resulting in Zhuangzi being high in the north and low in the south. I clearly remember how many steep steps are needed to get to the backyard kitchen and fire-resistant bed.

A few years later, the third brother tore down the bamboo pole house in the backyard and built this big house in the back. My mother's kang is in the big house behind me. My sister and I lived with my mother until we got married. When I built a big house at home, I had entered the track of going to school, working, getting married and having children in other places, so I didn't live in a big house. The story of our brother and sister happened more in the mansion and bamboo pole house of the old house, as well as the old house in the south yard. You carved the bitterness and joy of our brother and sister when they were children. Today, I can still remember being with my third brother and third sister. Every time it rains, everything around my home is a mess. The three of us climbed high and low together, and the guy who pulled the rope butted a dripping tent with several pieces of plastic sheets. The mother-led family structure has enabled our brother and sister to have their own hands-on ability, and the three brothers and sisters have stronger support ability.

As long as I can remember, my father was party member. He doesn't spend much time at home all the year round. I only had more contact with my father in the third grade. My impression of my father is that he is sitting reading a newspaper, rolling a cigarette and smoking a cigarette. He is not very good at farm work. He has never seen his father beat and scold a child, especially after retiring at home, except for educating his third brother, who often makes trouble. When nieces and nephews recall their grandfathers, they all have the same impression, that is, they ask them a few cents every day before going to school. Now I calm down and often think about how big my father was at that time. I have never seen him lose his temper in the face of my mother's nagging every day and a bunch of trivial things about my children and grandchildren. My second brother is a bit like my father. Compared with the hot-tempered third brother and the taciturn second brother, the eldest brother is more stable, sharing his mother's worries from the younger generation, which also affects the eldest sister-in-law, who has been taking care of this big family until now while living a good life.

Our six brothers, sisters and sisters are the weakest. When we were young, we worked as tailors to supplement our family. Later, we engaged in this profession until retirement, and also contributed a lot to this big family. My sister is three years younger than me, and we often quarreled when we were young. I am always the one who is defeated. My sister dropped out of school at home after junior high school, and I worked with my sister-in-law. I chose the road of study and examination. Despite twists and turns, I finally got my wish, jumped out of the farm and lived the life I wanted. At that time, rural children could get a commodity grain status by passing the exam, and it didn't cost much to go to school. After graduation, the state arranged all the work. Decent jobs can not only commemorate their ancestors, but also help their families financially. Now rural people don't have this blessing to let their children go to college. Four years of college, parents have to spend nearly 100 thousand yuan to supply. Most of them can't even support themselves after graduation. When they get married and buy a house, they have to reach out to their parents and bring them up. It's easier to give birth than to raise, which is the main reason why young people don't want to have one more child now that the second child policy is liberalized.

After seeing that all his children had married and lived a stable life, my father died at the age of 72 in the big room of the South Yard on January 13th 1996. 20 13 years128 October, on her 86th birthday, with the blessings of four generations under one roof, her mother failed to overcome her illness, and with the confidence and satisfaction of her children and grandchildren, she died in the First Room of Beijing Medical University. Mother's life can be described as bittersweet, and she enjoyed the blessings of her children and grandchildren in her later years. Although she was attached to the beautiful days of the new society at the last moment of her life, she did not leave any regrets. As far as her mother's life is concerned, it is also a complete happiness.

The old house in the South Yard, you bear the lifelong love of our six brothers and sisters and our parents. It concerns you. I have endless things to write. I love you all my life, all my life. I want to commemorate my parents with this article.