My house with my hometown
My hometown is in a village on the bank of the Lijiang River in Jishui County, Jiangxi Province. There is a house of more than 200 square meters and two floors in my house.
The house was built in 1990 with a brick-concrete structure and the roof is prefabricated with wooden beams.
The house is divided into two parts: the back is the two-story main building, which utilizes the hall and the bedroom; the front is the kitchen, the pig bullpen, which is topped with reinforced concrete and can be used for drying things.
Every brick that made a good house was burned by our own family on the mountain, and pulled back by a piece of cardboard.
When I was doing the house, my relatives came to help, and the scaffolding of the scaffolding and the mixing of the pulp was really hot.
After the house was started, it was also antiqued on Liang Liangli. My father and I brushed the red beam of the ink and swam the whole village in the drumming.
When the house was in, the family and friends of the whole village celebrated with their neighbors, and the firecrackers were released for several hours.
At that time, I was still a teacher in the country, and I had to go home every weekend.
To be honest, the house is simple, the design is not reasonable, there is no separate bathroom, to solve a big hand and go to the public toilet in the village.
Because there is no sewer in the country, when the tide returns to the spring, there is a fading water flow above it.
The tables and chairs in the house are awkward and rough.
A table, the table is a few pieces of board, you can see the obvious seams.
But that is my home, my solid home.
I put a full picture of my idol Qi Qin in my room, and hung a piece of my own copy of Han Li on both sides of the bed.
I bought a piece of cloth and used the curtains that cover the window.
I piled the books on the table and sank into the reading under the dim light.
Sometimes I would write in bed, when I fell in love with writing poetry.
In this country house, I imagined myself as an ancient hermit, or a cold window to read and wait for a day to go to Beijing to test a crane.
That feeling is actually very enjoyable.
Living in such a house, there are many fun in the city.
For example, you can listen to insects.
Every night, whatever you call is terrible.
It’s not like the lonely singing around the city, it’s still in pieces, one after another.
The depth of this surface is actually silent.
Listening to such a voice, the heart will feel very peaceful.
In the spring, you can also listen to frogs.
In the distance is a large piece of noise, close, I do not know whether it is a corner or outside the door, the sound of some two frogs is particularly clear.
Sleeping in bed, I feel like this is like a scorpio.
On a moonlit night, sometimes I would sit on the concrete planks upstairs and watch the moon.
The moonlight filled me all over.
Look around the house and look at the crops in the distance, all in the tender embrace of the moonlight.
The vastness of the heavens and the earth.
The dog occasionally calls twice.
At that time, there was really an urge to cry.
Some small flowers and grass will grow in the corner.
There is a vegetable garden and a rice field across the road.
Living in such a house, of course, you can know the fragrance of plants.
The scent of spring rapeseed will make people intoxicated. Most like the early summer, the smell of vegetables will be heard in the vegetable garden on the road, and the smell of the seedlings in the rice fields.
Taking a deep breath, you can tell what is the pepper that has just come out of the fruit, what is the green bean, and what is the seedling that is absorbing water.
The pumpkin blossoms, the bees are of course not idle, and the nose is the smell of the pumpkin flower.
It’s not bad to listen to the eaves when it’s raining.
Although the sound of the sound of the old house without a patio is so rhythmic and clear, but after all, it is a tile house, the sound of water droplets and corners will still evoke echoes in the heart.
Living in such a house, there is always a feeling of god above three feet, and the heart of awe is born.
The grandfather’s portrait is in the middle of the hall, and there is also a New Year’s picture of the Taibai Venus hand.
Every year, the cigarettes are shining, the candlelight is shining, and the firecrackers are sizzling. You will feel that your glimpse of the shackles is with the world.
I lived in a country house for 5 years.
Later I left the village and went to the city.
In the city, I also have my own house.
The walls of the house are hung with oil paintings, calligraphy, plasma TVs in the house, and computers.
The price of buying it was more than 200 square meters in the countryside and 10 times that of the two-storey house.
The house of my hometown, my sister-in-law lives.
Only sometimes my parents are sick, I will drive to my hometown in a hurry, pick up the sick old man and leave, most of the time can not stay in 10 minutes.
There is also the annual Spring Festival, I will go home with my wife and children, stay with my parents in the house for a few days.
It is strange to say that I live in the city almost every day until 1 o’clock in the middle of the night, but in the house of my home, less than 8 o’clock, I sleep so tightly, I have to go to bed.
In the city, I will suffer from insomnia occasionally. If I am on a business trip, I still have problems with the bed, and I can’t sleep.
Can go home, not even a dream.
It is a happy sleep, like a child’s sleep.
However, I am slowly losing my hometown house.
As my place of work changes, my home is getting fewer and fewer.
My parents are getting old.
I sometimes think that if my parents are a hundred years old, will I go back?
Can I still enjoy the happiness of sleeping in my hometown?
the answer is negative.
Because by that time, my family relationship with my hometown will be weaker and thinner, I will find the reason for going back.
My hometown will treat me as a stranger.
The house in my hometown, all the air will become an obstacle for me to enter.
My house with my hometown will eventually become old and strange.
In the end, there are only oligars or strong nostalgia.