Xinzhuang, named after the legend of the Yellow Emperor casting a tripod, is separated from Yonghe Village in Sanyuan County by the tomb of Tang Xianling's great-grandfather Li Yuan. In recent years, the tomb of Li Daojian, the great-grandson of Tang Gaozu, was excavated by his logic group, and the landscape murals on the tombs have extremely high artistic value and historical significance. Jingshan Plateau's profound human history and comprehensive conditions of favorable weather, geographical location and human harmony make it glow with the unique charm of the yellow land. She stood out from the demonstration village in beautiful countryside and attracted people from all over the county to visit and observe. "Sweet Xinzhuang, happy Xinzhuang" has become the new business card of the village, and a little change in the village is also worried about the wandering heart. How many times has she gazed at it affectionately, raised the warm and solid arms of Mother Earth, and pulled the wandering heart of another country tightly.
I'm more used to the term "Xinzhuang Baozi" than the term "Xinzhuang Village". Although a bit tacky, it has unparalleled intimacy and practicality. This is my parents' hometown, with my loved ones. I was born and raised here. Twenty years of life has left a mark here, and the warmest childhood is also recalled here. If it weren't for my fate and stubborn personality, I might get married and make a living here like most of my peers. Because of a notice, I embarked on a long road to study in the south from here. I yearned for the outside world since I was a child. It is the best way for a farmer's daughter to change her fate by knowledge. She has always believed that one day she can walk out of the small village and go to a wider world. When she grew up, she found that her hometown would always be her hometown, thousands of miles away.
When I think of my hometown at that time and my carefree childhood, my memories of the past become clearer and brighter. Suddenly, I seem to see that little girl with a croissant braid and humming nursery rhymes coming from the field, holding a bunch of dandelions and green bristlegrass in her hand, or carrying a bamboo basket for oil extraction, purslane and other pastoral foods, because she likes flying dandelion tidbits, various small animals woven with green bristlegrass, and being close to nature with her family in the field. She recalled the way grandpa waved up and down with her when digging wild vegetables, which was very similar. This childhood life is simple and unforgettable, and some memories are separated for a long time. Once the emotional factors are injected, there is a reason to remember. These are all related to the village. My village, drifting away, keeps looking for what she used to look like in her memory to connect the fragments of time.
Other villages in Jingshan Yuan Shang have certain historical allusions or geographical distribution, or the legendary Zhuding Village, or the East Canal and the West Canal, or the unique topographical names such as Li Po, Lihe and Wali. The name of Xinzhuang village seems a bit strange and innovative. The so-called neologisms, as my great-grandfather said, are mostly migrated from Xinzhuang village. As for the accuracy of the newly formed villages, there is no way to verify them, and there is no way to inquire about the village records, and there are few reliable written records. I tried to find it in the genealogy, but I lost it long ago. I can only find a clue in the sporadic memories of grandpa's uncle. Because of the new, the overall planning and construction of the village presents a neat and unified morphological distribution. The roadway house is just like that. The main roads in the east, west, north and south are symmetrical one by one, and the four directions are connected with each other. Farmland is distributed around the village, which is also in line with the traditional ancient architecture philosophy of "Harmony and Great Harmony" in northern China. The house, the countryside and the kitchen smoke interweave the pastoral scenery, which reminds me of "the eaves of Liu Yin, Li Tao and tang qian" in Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden". In the warm and distant people's village, the smoke in Yiyi market is "leisurely and quiet"
The bright moon in my hometown always scatters the afterglow into thousands of night sky in the south, so the white clouds in my hometown always float dimly on windy days. The story of my hometown always produces clever characters in my pen tip and ripples in my heart. Because of persistence, I love you deeply. Walking through the village lanes and time, the curtain of the years slowly unfolds here. In the early morning, one meter of sunshine passes through the forest, and the mist is Vivi. At sunrise, the village quickened the pace of time. Standing on the bank of the plateau overlooking the north, the northern mountain in the distance is hidden in the clouds. At that time, chickens crowed and dogs crowed in the countryside.
Every time in the early spring of February, at the beginning of the year, after the excitement of the Spring Festival, everything recovers and nature is ready to move with the spring. The early spring wheat seedlings have just poked their heads out and sucked the milk of the earth. It's not busy farming season now, and all the neighbors go out to work and do odd jobs to supplement their lives. In May and June, the wind blew in vilen, and the hot wheat waves rolled in the midsummer. In my hometown, wheat yellow is the most beautiful color. I still remember the wheat harvest season in my childhood. In the hot summer, before mechanization was popularized, my family waved a sickle to cut wheat and let the sweat that was shaken into eight petals cross my skirt. At that time, I was settled under the big tung tree in the field to enjoy the cool, and looked after the bundled wheat and watched the ant colony complete a grand banquet. After many years, the climate in the Loess Plateau is dry, and crops on Guanzhong Road are usually harvested twice a year. In autumn, golden corn makes a grand appearance. The heavy corncob is like a golden microphone, conveying the sound of plateau harvest. In those years, the production conditions were backward, and farmers always wrapped and tied the leaves of corncob for long-term storage. In winter, when the wheat seedlings are sleeping, if it snows, it will be the greatest gift of nature, and they will enjoy the lucky photo of "building three beds of wheat quilts in winter and sleeping with steamed bread next year". In the slack season, at this time, the whole family sits around and helps to peel the corn cobs accumulated in autumn into particles in exchange for income, waiting for the arrival of the new year. In this way, the role changes in time all year round, enriching life. What remains unchanged is the exploration of life and the desire for a new era. Rural life is quiet and peaceful, full of hope.
Neighbors have all come from hard times and experienced a miserable life of not having enough to eat, which has created our rural style of thrift, hard work and simplicity. If you are poor, you will become more accessible and your life will get better every day. Land is the foundation of our life, and all our hopes are pinned on it. My family is changing the face of poverty with hard-working hands and innovative spirit. Water is the source of life, which is especially important for crop harvest in arid areas. There are no wells in our village, but there are wells in the village next door, and there is water shortage everywhere. Naturally, people from other villages were left behind to watch the crops die. In the second year, grandpa officially started the well drilling plan, and two wells, one south and one north, started at the same time.
The machine turned day and night, and the rumbling sound hit the floor. Many people in the village are going to help with the work and are looking forward to the water coming out of the well. These two wells bear the hope of the northwest team in the village. The machine goes deeper and deeper into the ground day by day, and the continuous yellow sand is still pumped up. As long as there is no water, the heart will always be hanging. This is the family's well drilling fee, borrowing money and loans everywhere. Although the best geographical location has been investigated before, it is still quite difficult to get water in the loess plateau. After digging more than ten meters underground, the gurgling spring finally flowed out. After the pipeline was formally laid, it undertook the mission of well and raised a family. Xiaguan is a great event. On that day, a banquet was held at home, and * * * celebrated a hopeful day. Today, after more than ten years, the two wells are still full of tenacious vitality, waiting for crop after crop, and nurturing the growth of garden seedlings in today's land transfer. In the days when there are wells, my family grows all kinds of crops. For convenience, I bought agricultural machinery and the whole family invested in farming.
Over the years, the village in the eyes of a child has been constantly changing in the torrent of the times. The village is brand-new, new buildings have sprung up, new cement roads have been built everywhere, and village planning has gradually been unified, showing the society the face of the new countryside. The policy of benefiting the people flies into thousands of households, accurate poverty alleviation is put in place, land transfer is implemented in villages and parks, and the economy is collectivized and developed according to local conditions. Neighbors don't have to be tired of heavy farm work. Working in the garden has become a new way of life.
Abundance of material will inevitably lead to the promotion of spiritual culture, and also meet the beautiful needs of the times for Xinxiang Village with improved life, livable ecology, elegant environment and civilized rural customs. Rural library, cultural wall and leisure square have been built in the village. A vivid cultural wall is painted with patterns of China's traditional virtues such as twenty-four filial piety, and filial piety etiquette is also passed down in the village. In the evening of summer, people used to enjoy the cool in the fields, but it turned into square entertainment. The peasant women who usually walk around pots and pans twist their waists and dance in the square dance. In the old dance team, the average age of grandmothers is nearly 70 years old, and they also perform foreign tours on the stage, which was unimaginable before. They are all filled with love for life. Children play with fitness equipment, which I never saw when I was a child. The village committee was newly built on the old site of Xinzhuang Primary School. It's a pity that my first school was lost in the glorious history. My great-grandfather worked here in the Spring and Autumn Period. The old headmaster, who is proficient in literature, history and philosophy, lifted peaches and plums with a pointer in his hand from the smoke of the Anti-Japanese War. Many peasant students have come out from here, including university professors, party and government pioneers, military elites and industry leaders. The primary school is gone, and it is gratifying to rebuild a cultural shrine-the farmer's bookstore. Many magazines and collections I published last time were donated to bookstores, which is also a literary lover's hope for his hometown culture.
Local culture is my root. Hometown is always wandering in time. My hometown is a tear in the corner of my eye, which gently slides down my face on the stationery. My parents measured the distance between fields with muddy feet. With homesickness, I wrote down my praise for the countryside and stared back. My hometown has been watching me there, missing you, my hometown where my soul is attached!