Then, Panshan Avenue leading to Baishui Temple became lively. People wearing coats, scarves and gloves braved the cold and rushed to the mountains. Oh, it turns out that the annual lantern festival in Baishui Temple has already started. So, my good friend Xiao Xuan and I went up the hill happily with the crowd.
How beautiful these mountains are! The red lanterns all over the mountains make people seem to have entered a red dream world. There is a small card hanging under each red lantern. People under the lamp are whispering and talking, and the red light reflects their red smiling faces. It turned out that they were solving riddles on lanterns. Whenever a riddle is guessed, cheers and applause will break out in the crowd of onlookers.
Xiao Xuan and I certainly attended the Lantern Festival. Xiao Xuan turned over riddles and proudly told me that these red lanterns were all made by her grandfather. Xiao Xuan said that Grandpa is an old artist who plays lanterns and lives halfway up the mountain. So, I proposed to visit her grandfather's house, and Xiao Xuan readily agreed.
Under the guidance of red lanterns, we came to a small European building halfway up the mountain. Two floors, all white, the roof is dazzling red, just like wearing a beautiful red hat for this small building. The marble railings are carved with beautiful patterns, which are absolutely exquisite. Coupled with the two red lanterns hanging in the middle of the corridor on the second floor, it is just like a fairyland.
I can't help but sigh: "This is really a paradise. How happy I am to live here! " Xiao Xuan's grandfather heard it. This is an old man with a gray beard and a thick gray-blue down jacket. Although his back is a little hunched, he is flushed and full of energy against the red lantern.
Grandpa introduced us into the house. Xiao Xuan ran into the back room to wash the fruit. I'm still sighing, what a beautiful house. Grandpa smiled, and then said loudly, "Girl, this house was rebuilt on the old site, and the people who came didn't say anything bad." Then he pointed to a photo frame on the wall and said, "Look, this is the old house."
Looking in the direction of Grandpa's finger, there is an old-fashioned photo frame hanging on the white wall. In the photo frame is an enlarged old photo. In the photo, a girl with long hair wearing a hemp gray coat, dark black trousers and round cloth shoes smiled shyly, about eighteen or nineteen years old. There is a mass of khaki behind her, which looks like a house. Due to the age-old mottled cracks, the whole wall is criss-crossed like a spider web, and at first glance it looks like an adobe house. The road surface in the distance is uneven, slightly reflecting the ripples of accumulated water.
"This is our original home, this place forty years ago." Grandpa said with a smile.
"How is that possible?" I couldn't help screaming. At this moment, Xiao Xuan came out from the back room with an apple. She took over and said, "What's impossible? This used to be just a poor mountain village. But now, it has become a scenic spot. My grandfather sells some souvenirs in his spare time and starts to prepare lanterns for the Lantern Festival next year at the end of each year. You see, all the lanterns on this mountain are made by my grandfather. "
"You are so smart!" Grandpa walked over and patted Xiao Xuan, unable to conceal his inner pride and joy.
"Grandpa, who is that girl in the photo?" I asked curiously while eating an apple.
"My grandmother." Xiao Xuan rushed to say, "Beautiful, but a little rustic." Say that finish quickly glanced at grandpa, grandpa hey hey smiled twice.
"Now, this dress is a bit rustic." Grandpa looked back at the photos and said leisurely, "At that time, people could only wear these homespun clothes, all of which were woven by themselves. Unlike you, one today and one tomorrow. However, I still think the old homespun clothes look good and are comfortable to wear. When I learned to play lanterns, I wore homespun clothes made by your grandmother, and I worked quickly. " Grandpa smiled cheerfully again.
When we went down the mountain, grandpa walked us out of the door and said with emotion, "Now that we are old, we can hardly play lanterns. I only hope that your children's days will always be as prosperous as this red lantern! " Looking back, the red lanterns all over the mountain are getting redder and redder, just like the morning glow, all over Shan Ye.