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Dingbian past (2)
My hometown is located at the junction of Shaanxi, Gansu, Ningxia and Inner Mongolia. Outsiders often call it northern Shaanxi, but it is different from other landforms in northern Shaanxi. Looking south, the mountains in the distance are white mountains. This mountain range is like an undulating barrier, which puts a large part of the fixed edge on the flat ground, connects the land of Ningxia and blows the sand in Inner Mongolia. In the Northern Song Dynasty, the present border was incorporated into the Xixia territory, and the mountainous area south of Dingbian was recovered in the Northern Song Dynasty. Fan Zhongyan built the Great Wall in Wuqi and named it "Dingbian", which means "Dingbian". In the ninth year of Yongzheng (173 1), Dingbian County was formally established, belonging to the border area. At that time, the emperor appointed officials to leave Chang 'an and come here. But after all, on the other side of the water and soil, the far yellow sand beam is across the horizon, and the saline-alkali land is shining with white light in the sun, and no one cares. The donkey dragging water trudged along the dirt road and didn't come back until dusk. The shepherd ate his dry food with a flock of sheep and returned to Maruzzi by the ditch. He also ate enough red and sour fruits. What does he take to relieve the loneliness of sitting on the hillside in a long day? In late autumn, wild flowers fell, clouds fluttered, and even the sound of mountain birds flew away. What's the point of looking up to heaven? When you look at the ground, it looks full of meaning and you can't say it. It's a folk song, Xintianyou.

? Hard-working people wake up like reptiles in the morning, and after a busy day, they put down the mud and grass they are stained with at night. However, if they have a heart in their bodies, they must be worried about it and can't help it. There is a local folk song. A kannika nimtragol sang her loneliness. She sang like this: people beat Maruzi, one after another, and I beat Maruzi, one after another. Songs that are popular in the city will never be popular in the countryside. Perhaps in this vast land of rural areas, folk songs are more suitable for the hearts cultivated in this vast land. No one is decadent and listless because he hates rural land and work. The sky in the village is the sky, and the village is the land. Outsiders don't know our village. Outsiders don't need to know. The world is not here. A foreigner can't feel anything once in a while. It is just a land where people have lived for generations, and it is a constantly changing past.

? My small village is at the foot of Baiyu Mountain and is called "the beach" by people in the mountain area. Marrying a daughter-in-law depends on whether the place of marriage is "fertile land". The fertile land is good for planting and harvesting, and there is food to eat. Our village is regarded as "fertile land" of Zhuangzi. There is a hillside in the south, which is not undulating, and crops can be planted around it. Although it is a long way from the village, crops can be pulled by carts. Most of the fields are flat, and there are trees in the fields. The big forest is called "frame forest", or maybe "sparse forest", a forest in the wilderness. Some trees just line by line, in the field, accompanied by lonely and rich fields.

? When I was four or five years old, the surroundings I realized became clear in my feelings. In spring, or on a dry, cold, sunny winter morning, let's come together, with hair like a hedgehog. We first went to the kitchen to dig out the ashes, poured them into the pit outside the gate, and saved them as fertilizer. We saw the sun shining, the sky bright and cloudy, swallows flying around, and the twittering birds had no sound to restrain them. I can also see a village in the distance. What is in the distance? I don't know what the hillside in the distance will be like if I go over it. There may be other children staring into the distance, thinking about the old question: what is beyond the mountain? We have no knowledge, even if we imagine it, there is nothing to rely on. Whenever the sun sets, it attracts distant thoughts more than the morning sun. It's getting dark, the grass is low, the clouds are gathering and the wind is blowing, and I don't know where the sun sets. I am used to seeing the sun every day, and I will go west from morning till night until I can't see it. We don't know that the earth goes around the sun and the sun shines on another hemisphere. Even if we have imagination, we can imagine that the universe is infinite, but we can't imagine how big the world is.

? This is a small village I don't know about. It can be ignored in the magnificent land of mountains and rivers. Its limited scope limits the villagers. Their world is not this vast world, just as the earth is a small ball in the universe, which is the limitation of human beings. My childhood began here, right here, not in another place, and there will be no other childhood. It is unique, just as I am the only one in the crowd, and I am also my own unique. Everything in the world constitutes a variety of uniqueness, but the uniqueness of everything shows a complex world and deducts a dramatic life.

? My family lives in a slightly higher place. The nearest neighbor is Guo's brother-in-law's house. This is my garden with two walls. Outside the garden wall, there is a path between the two families, surrounded by sand and wild plants. There is a road running through the north and south of the village in front of the door. My yard is very big. We always call it Westinghouse because it sits west and faces east. These two rooms are a suite. When you enter the kitchen, you enter the wing. There is a kang in the kitchen and a kang in the wing. From now on, our family has nothing to celebrate, nothing valuable, just to prove that our family is poor. However, when I was a child, everything at home was meaningful. Among them, we were deeply impressed by three things: a red box, four bowls with exquisite flowers, a pair of glass vases and a red box. This is the mother's dowry. It's called the red box, which is its main feature. There are yellow, orange and patterns in red, wearing a bright and clean copper lock, on which the light can shake people's figure and reflect dazzling light. What fascinates us most is that it contains better home improvement. My mother once made me a pair of cloth shoes, with two colors of flannel, lake blue at the back and light pink at the front, and butterflies embroidered on the toe. When the sole covers the upper, I pay attention to when my mother finishes. Finally, my mother took out the shoe last, soaked the shoe with water first, and then inserted some shoe last in the middle with a small shoe last, so it was difficult to cover a shoe, sometimes it was too last. Sometimes in the yard, I hear my mother knocking on the shoe last with a small hammer. It's mostly a sunny day, and shoes can be taken to a sunny windowsill or woodpile to dry. If the shoes are dried by fire in winter, the wet water on the shoes will slowly evaporate and steam will come out.

? This pair of beautiful and exquisite shoes, I only touched it once when I tried it on, and my mother put it away. In dialect, it means "carry", which means I can't bear to use it until there is an important place available. Someone in the village married a daughter-in-law, and we called it "doing things". When we went to "salute", my new shoes would not fit. Since then, I have often found the key in my mother's box, and opened this pair of shoes. My sister had the same experience. When a new dress is unveiled in the New Year, it is put away and will be repeated next year. In this way, we often grow taller and our clothes are not competent. Mom can only let go of the sleeves and hem of the clothes for us. Fortunately, my mother always had the foresight to sew extra cloth on the sleeves and hem.

? Later, this big red box followed us from the countryside into the city. It turns out that there is only one stupid cabinet and it is equally divided. When we entered the city, our family was stationed in a big wardrobe, with mirrors, handles and floral patterns. It was left out in the cold, and I was a little worried at home. I often look through it and find that there are insoles made by my mother in her early years, pillows with unfinished flowers, and patterns stacked in cloth. I also found that the folder that my father wrote to my grandfather was in an old yellow book with mother's window pattern on it. In this way, it reminds you that the real time has passed.

? The second rare treasure is a big flower bowl, which is also a thin bowl. It is a big open bowl with four red flowers on a white background, which is also the mother's dowry. Only when tourists come, do we let them make a grand appearance with a long roll of noodles. Hold it carefully, wash it carefully, and buckle it on the brown oil bowl rack carefully. Other bowls are civilians, and they are only called Lan Yan Bowl. The inferior ones are foreign porcelain bowls or porcelain bowls. Of course, we try not to accidentally knock off a Lan Yan bowl. If you accidentally break into pieces, if you don't break into pieces, just wait for the shouts of the craftsmen who hoop things, take out our Lan Yan bowl, and play with the craftsmen to see his tricks. Sometimes even bring out a foreign porcelain bowl. I don't know when it secretly broke a small hole in the bottom of the bowl. If we feel that it is not, we will make up for it, make the best use of it, and live up to its life. One day, however, a small bowl that had been in my house for almost 20 years was broken, and only the sound of "breaking" was heard. It fell to the ground and was broken by a woman who came to tell my mother about her misfortune. Less than two years later, the woman we called sister-in-law died because of such torture.

? This sister-in-law, we are just bystanders in her life. Sister-in-law is strong, but cousin is timid. She can't be ahead of others in everything, so she has to show her face in front of others. If she can't get angry with others, she will pull her face down and grab something to scold. What saddens her most is that she didn't give birth to her son. One year she was pregnant, and soon the child was a son. All of a sudden, she was sick and crazy, and she had to run around the world every day. I don't know where she really wants to go It took some time to calm down, then she got pregnant and finally gave birth to a son. Only the first child in the village is full moon, or she finally gave birth to a son. I want to congratulate her. The second and third children were silent, as well as her own family. She gave her child a full moon, invited seven dopted mothers and seven michel platini, and her son wanted to be a "Twelve Red". This sister-in-law was in poor health at first, and she was not young when she gave birth to her son. She has been in poor health ever since. After having the joy of her son, her life will go on as usual, but she still has mental or physical problems that she can't get rid of and is at odds with her neighbors. One day it was getting dark, and an old woman who had been scolded by her would wait for her son to come back from the field at night. Where is my son willing to let my mother suffer indignities? A burly man walked into the sister-in-law's yard waving a stick. People heard her shrill cry and her sad cry. Later, she stopped causing trouble and became haggard. She doesn't like war any more. She remembered the beating with shame and hatred. My son is the most important thing. My son is only two or three years old. I don't know when she will be the host.

? She has nothing to say. Mom's mother died early, and her husband's family said it was always her fault. She came to my house and told my mother. On a long afternoon in summer, she took her son and loved to sit on my doorstep. At that time, my family had already moved into the new yard. In summer, the shade of the courtyard has changed from the eaves to the half courtyard, and the shadow of people is getting longer and longer. After the sun turned to the room, the setting sun dyed the courtyard wall red. This sister-in-law is the one who wants to sit up and leave. She sat behind her trousers with a frown all afternoon. Could it be because? It's really hard to say Maybe the more she talks, the sadder she feels. Others can only listen, but she can't share her slightest sadness and boredom. But when she talks about it, she will think about it later. What can she do if she tells others about it? It will add more chill. Soon, she fell ill and couldn't get up if she wanted to struggle. Soon after, she died.

? One of my four small bowls fell into the hands of this sister-in-law. These four bowls have been in my home for more than ten years. Over the years, Lan Yan Bowl has provided us with rice and vegetables for many years, but these four things have been put aside most of the time, but they have been put on the bowl rack as property. After a long time, even if I clean it every day, I get some vague and dusty old colors, and the family scene has improved. My father bought ten flower plates and two big plates, all of which were full of flowers. Gradually, we finally broke the first bowl that day. Maybe it's like a person's death is the ultimate. My mother said that she had taken care of it for many years and it was all right. It's all this sister-in-law. Her hands are wrong. That day, she went to the kitchen to pour water for herself. Her mother looked at her with this bowl and felt it was going to break. No, it broke before her mother finished thinking about it. When I was a child, we often picked up some stylish bowls for players' homes. From then on, one of the four bowls was missing, and it became strange. For this odd number, I am vaguely looking forward to breaking another bowl, so that our bowls will be paired, and that is a complete combination. Judging from the evaluation, although these four bowls have a hollow reputation all their lives, they are all idle and useless, wasting themselves and bleak the evening scenery.

? The third special object is a pair of brown-red glass vases, which are set in other dark and colorless furniture and show their unique temperament because of their unusual reasons. They are vases for parents' wedding. It has a big and thin bottleneck, and the lace is turned out at the mouth of the bottle, which adds a little charm to its beauty and nobility. Mother put clusters of yellow millet in it, reflecting the brownish red outside, and inserted some old silk flower. It has long been eclipsed in her eyes, and it also conveys a hazy life scene in our eyes. It became a decoration. We don't have to tell you, but we should cherish it and not break it. They represent integrity, integrity of parents and integrity of family.

? What was our home like at that time? People who have never seen it can't know what it really looked like. It has no intention of entering other people's field of vision. Now I will remember it all my life, be familiar with it, dream about it and relive my childhood in those two adobe houses. Everything is vivid. Mother is ingenious and clean. The bottles and jars on the shelf are polished like people. Open the door, and several tanks on the ground are shining and orderly. The quilt on the kang is neatly folded, covered with cloth, with neat edges, and the pillow is flat next to the quilt. Window grilles are pasted on the windows, and the words "handle with care" are pasted on the paper box with white paper, with flowers, birds and butterflies painted on it. That's when we watched my mother dip in paint and made the humble cardboard box into a beautiful container, which also opened my eyes. Later, I always made the best use of everything and turned decay into magic in our way.

? My mother is very convenient. I remember that when the girls who are going to get married prepare their dowry, they all bring insoles and let my mother draw patterns for them on the pillows. Some also asked my mother to make wedding shoes or Chinese cotton-padded jackets, with oblique lapels or double lapels, rolled into edges with the same color cloth and buckled in a plate with patterns like butterflies. It's easier to use a black button with a buckle. I really don't know who was the first to take the trouble to use her mind so skillfully when a woman quickly flipped the buckle with chopsticks. Let's talk about embroidered insoles, who is sitting under the window in front of the flowers and quietly putting their feelings in the silk thread. A pair of insoles with thousands of stitches finally lined a man's shoe socket, but they disappeared in a few days and worked hard to sew thousands of stitches. Girls want to get married, others want to make dozens of pairs of shoe insoles, and naturally they have to follow suit. These are considered dowry. On the second day after the wedding, after the bride "returns to the door", the sisters-in-law have to review it. Outsiders will ask the new wife's needle and thread, and the people inside will make some comments, and there will always be a pair of brilliant. When I grow up, my mother is still making wedding dresses for others, but the style is different from before.

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