[Prose] I heard that there is you in the distance ‖ Zheng Xuechao

I heard that there is you in the distance

Zheng Xuechao

"I heard that there is you in the distance, and you can travel thousands of miles; chasing the scenery along the way, and also take your breath; it is really hard to forget, news about you ..." Recently, a song named "Hear the Far" is on the Internet on the Internet. It is popular, and some netizens commented like the sound of naturalness. The singer is Liu Yiwen, a 9 -year -old Gansu girl. This song is the original singing of Liu Yiwen's father Liu Jun, but it has made her daughter's children's edition. Liu Yiwen's father, Liu Jun, was once a stray singer. This song stems from his affection with his grandma.

When I was young, I was more naughty. I always slipped out in the morning. I ran home when I went three shots in the morning. I walked on the road in the village. The air was filled with a fragrant flavor mixed with grass. This is the countryside. Unique; smoke from the chimney on the roof, drifted slowly to the sky, and I wonder if the gods in the sky were attracted by the fragrance. At this time, Uncle Wang next door returned from the ground. He usually returned very late, so I sprinkled the girl and ran home. At this time, her grandmother was preparing to make noodles. She was wearing a colorful apron and kept busy on the stove, and was constantly in the basin and face with her hands. After completing the noodles, she will cover a small lid, wake up for a while, remove the noodles, put it on a large chopping board, rub the wake -up noodles into a dough, put it in the center of the chopping board, use a rolling pin to the dough with a rolling pin on the dough, When the surrounding edges are formed, when the straw hat -like shape is formed, the noodles can be rolled on the rolling pin. Two hands are pushed out, pulled back, opened the roll, and then rolled. Second, there is a sense of rhythm. For a few minutes, one side turned into a round, thin noodle cake. Grandma is tired, and always wipes sweat with sweat with a sweat towel. Then she rolled the large round noodle cake and entangled on the rolling pin by noodles, and slowly released a little and released it. I like to watch my grandma's noodles the most, and the thickness of the noodles is leaning on her hands. She picks up a sharp knife and holds her fingers with her fingers. The instant noodles became a noodle.

There is a spring well in my hometown, named Shijiajing, who do not dry all the year round, the water quality is very good, and the well water is clear, especially in summer, thirsty, drink a sip, swallow the throat, cool, and instantly quench thirst. Every morning, the family uses a bucket to pick the water, and then pour the picked water in the tile tank in the tile tank. Grandma will scoop the well water into a golden copper basin. It is thick and beautiful, standing out of many rough and simple kitchen utensils. At this time, grandma will use chopsticks to remove the cooked noodles from the iron pot, and then put them in the water of the copper basin. Enter the bowl, pour the fried dumplings, and use the meal of Poenon Vinegar to cook garlic juice. The family surrounds a square table, and each person brings a bowl of fragrant noodles. He takes a bite, tender and refreshing, chewed, very gluttonous, and makes people have endless aftertastes. This kind of scent is a reunion taste, which is filled with my entire childhood.

The Jialing River flows through my hometown -southern county in Sichuan Province. It is an ancient and beautiful river in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. My home is in Manfuba Street, close to the Hongyanzi Lake Scenic Area, separated from the county seat, and is a good place for the blue waves and traveled around the lake. In our childhood, we often play with the river under the leadership of the elders, and our childhood situation is vivid. At that time, there were many pebbles and river sand on the side of the river. These natural resources were good construction materials. Because it is originally origin and the construction needs of the county seat, there are different cobblestones of different sizes. Grandma will carry a small back basket every day with tools and lunch with stones. There are many stone nests on the side of the river, which is their workplace; grandma holds a small nail with both hands, bent down, and prys the pebbles. After separating the big and small ones, after a while, it will be piled into a pile, and then use the back (dialect, a tool for stuffing things) or the divided Shaga pebble to the river, then pour it in and then pour in The iron sand net removed the sand with the river, and the cobblestone appeared evenly in the net sieve in the grandmother's hands. After cleaning the cobblestone, pile it into a small pile, and wait for the stones to collect the stone and the agent to buy it in exchange for a certain amount of labor remuneration to subsidize the family. Because her grandmother worked in the river for many years, her hands were covered with calluses, and her two black hair revealed a silver silk, which was the result of her labor for our big family.

In the setting sun, there was a red sunset in the sky. Grandma was carrying a small back basket and walked along the river on the way home. Full of cargo ships. After the boat was driving, the river surface would sway countless waves. The waves of waves flashed under the sunlight, and after a while, the sun fell down. The moon rose slowly from the direction of Qintai Temple, and the river was shining under the moon. Legend has it that a fairy came here on the moonlight at night, dancing, and the mountains and rivers were intoxicating, which was intoxicating. In the era when there were no cultural and entertainment activities, our family often sat under the lights and listened to the grandmother and the elders to tell traditional stories, folklore, and ghost monsters. Although they were a little scared, they were still interesting.

Every time I meet the street, my grandmother will take us to Lingyun Mountain to play. There is a rock cave in the mountainside, which is a natural cave. Legend has it that the clouds in the cave float out of the cave, and it will rain, so it is named "Lingyun Cave". There is a mountain spring at the top of the cave. The trickle flows down, and the pearls are down. After years of endless, the predecessors carved a faucet at the wall of the spring eyes. Dripped on the bluestone slab, and then rebounded to the cave's lotus pond, colliding with a pleasant sound. Sometimes we are tired on the mountain. Grandma will let us rest here. She will put a pot of spring water here with the preparation kettle to let us drink on the road. According to the older generation, the 13th year of Guangxu (1887) was built on the side of the cave to build a college. In order to force the students, the meaning of Lingyun as ambitious, and ordered to be Lingyun Academy. Lingyun Higher Elementary School, renamed Southern Middle School in 1928. Nowadays, Lingyun Mountain has been opened as a park, and it is connected to the Guibo Park. The mountains are pine and cypress, and they are full of emeralds. They are far away from the east bank of Jialing River. Southern County Scenery (Picture Source: Southern County People's Government Network)

Years are leisurely, time is like water, and grandma is so vague and clear in memory. She is wrapped in black silk pama on her head and wore a simple clothes; facing life with a positive attitude; she feels kind to people with kindness. It was my grandmother taught me cooking, so that I learned the basic ability of living; let alone my grandmother bent her waist at the wind and dinner at the riverside meals, and bent back to pull back the stone. Grandma's life is a diligent life, a bumpy life, a life that has gone through suffering and vicissitudes!

A person, no matter how far your steps go, no matter how old you are, you must never forget your yesterday and your hometown forever. Thinking of the grandma who worked hard for a lifetime, my eyes were moist. I heard you from afar, is your grandma okay?

Many beautiful memories are eternal in the memory of childhood, full of affection, and elders!

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Zheng Xuechao (People's Government of Jintai Town, Shunqing District, Nanchong City)

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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