My hometown is in a remote mountain village. In the twelfth lunar month, the village seems to be covered with a mysterious veil, and in the hazy mystery, it is pregnant with infinite vitality.
On the morning of the twelfth lunar month in the mountain village, the fog is diffuse, thick and overwhelming, and several towering peaks, curved rivers and sparse cottages are wrapped tightly; Rooster, immersed in the hazy morning light of the twelfth lunar month, flapped his tired wings, stood on the high wall and led his neck to sing loudly; The lazy puppy is still fast asleep, and occasionally hears a few listless dog barks; Cheep, crash, a few have opened the door to make a fire to cook, and the burning flame of the stove chamber is swaying the simple and exquisite figure of the village women on the wall.
Women in mountain villages never sleep late, especially in the twelfth lunar month. They get up earlier. While the hostess was busy cooking breakfast, the man rubbed his sober eyes and walked out of the back room with an exaggerated cough.
The fog receded, the sun rose, and the mountain village in the twelfth lunar month was like an elegant genre painting, which was pulled by the sun to reveal its true colors. These people went on their way after eating and drinking enough. They don't work in the fields and don't worry about the crops in the fields. Instead, they ask their daughter-in-law to find clothes for him and carry a cloth bag or basket. What are they doing? I began to buy new year's goods in the town or county. This is a patent for men in the mountains. It begins on the 25th of the twelfth lunar month. They traveled back and forth between the city and the countryside many times. Sometimes after running for a day, I buy back some new year pictures of bumper crops and prosperous livestock, or buy back some red paper to write Spring Festival couplets. More time is to go to the town or county to buy meat. Carrying a hip flask with 10 Jin of wine, I went to the marketing department of the supply and marketing cooperative in the town, drank a pot of dry sweet potato wine, cut 10 Jin of pork, and walked down the street happily. When I meet my acquaintances, I am more polite than usual and often greet them. If I meet relatives and friends, I will stay at home and sit with several people. Soon, the housewife served side dishes and the wine was warm. Flushed cheeks, too many words, chatting about the New Year, talking about the harvest, talking about happy places, giving off bursts of unadorned laughter, drinking for three rounds, starting to make fists, "a plum blossom", "good brothers", "four seasons are rich" and "sixty-six shun", shouting like thunder, the momentum is like a rainbow, making the neighbors restless.
The dusk in the twelfth lunar month mountain village is also charming, full of thoughts and expectations. Under the old poplar trees in the east of the village, men, women and children gather together. They seem to be chatting in a dull mood, but in fact they all have an anxious desire. The father misses his son, the mother longs for his son, the woman looks forward to Lang, and the shy village girl stands timidly in the distance, tugging at the distant mountain that is gradually blurred, anxiously looking forward to the familiar one.
Finally, several familiar figures appeared in the twilight, and it gradually became clear that they were people working outside the village. Everyone cheered and distinguished. No matter who you are waiting for, no matter who other people in the village are waiting for, everyone is equally happy and surprised, scrambling to be caring and attentive, scrambling to help him get things.
The kind villagers regard every returning wanderer as their relatives. They sincerely pray and bless every wandering wanderer: "No matter whether you go home full or empty, it is better to go home safely than anything else."
My hometown is in a mountain village. As soon as the twelfth lunar month arrived, the elders in the village began to get busy, and my uncles and aunts who were earning money outside also came back, and the whole village began to get busy.
Every household began to prepare for the Spring Festival and make wax products. First of all, every household must make sausages and bacon by hand. A string of bacon and a string of slender sausages are crystal clear under the sunlight, with a shiny surface and attractive color and fragrance, which makes people drool. Then, it is also essential to make preserved fish. The Chinese New Year is coming, which means more than one year. The elders washed the grass carp they bought, smeared salt on every part of the fish, put them in containers and pressed stones. A few days later, they hung it on a hook to dry. /kloc-The weather in October/February is dry and there are no mosquitoes, which is most suitable for drying wax products. Preserved fish is delicious but not greasy, and it tastes particularly chewy. There are also several companies that can cook preserved chickens and ducks, and some grandparents of the older generation will grind their own soybeans into tofu, and then make tofu into dried tofu. These wax products have no preservatives except salt. They have been weathered by the sun and can be preserved for one year without corruption.
The streets and alleys of the twelfth lunar month are crowded with people, and there are many more markets than usual. There are also many more stalls in the market than usual. They have food, clothing, housing and transportation, and all kinds of goods are dazzling. Everyone will buy some new clothes and supplies for their families during the Spring Festival. What you are reluctant to buy at ordinary times, in the twelfth lunar month, you have to pay for it no matter how expensive it is. The supermarket is also very lively! It's full of lights and colors, and it's beaming. Even the corridors are crowded with people. Here all kinds of goods are piled up on shelves, which makes people see things in a blur, including toy area, food area and vegetable area. Everyone is here to buy new year's goods.
Entering the twelfth lunar month, every household in our country also began to clean. The front and back of the house are clean and tidy, and a clean and promising year will be made. In our spare time, no matter men, women and children, some people play mahjong together, some people eat melon seeds together, some people chat together, and some of our children play games together, talking and laughing, playing and having fun.
This is my hometown in the twelfth month! This is my lively hometown! I love my hometown!
My hometown is in a beautiful mountain village. Our hometown has entered the twelfth lunar month, and traditional festivals have come one after another, and the flavor of the year is getting stronger day by day, and the local traditional folk cultural activities are also more colorful.
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, this is the prelude to the New Year in China. On this day, Laba porridge will be eaten, and jiaozi, a kind of "sparrow head" wrapped in meat, will be put in Laba porridge. Laba porridge is made of rice, Gu Mi, corn, red beans and soybeans, which means praying for a bumper harvest next year. Jiaozi, the "sparrow head", wrapped the meat into a round sparrow head, indicating that the sparrow that harms the banker can be eliminated (according to legend, the sparrow that harms the banker is not seen on Laba). The 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month is the day when Kitchen God ascended to heaven to perform his duties. It is a traditional off-year holiday, also known as the resignation stove.
We attach great importance to the New Year, and we hope that there will be a stir in the breakfast on this day, which means that we are looking forward to reunion. There are kitchen sweets made of maltose juice in the street, which are sweet and sticky. When the stove was passed on, it was so sweet that it stuck to the mouth of the kitchen god that he would not tell the jade emperor about human affairs. The time to send the stove is probably at night, and every family has to set sacrifices and set off firecrackers, which means that the Chinese New Year has begun. The days of the twelfth lunar month have wings and fly by. In a blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. Every family puts up couplets, hangs red lights and lights. Every family around the dining table, holding the TV, put down their stomachs, drink and eat meat, and indulge in unbridled joy. All the hard work and troubles of the year disappeared on this night, and all the gains and joys were infinitely magnified at this moment. The first day of the first month is the first day of the new year. Hometown people have the tradition of "welcoming XiShen". After eating the "soul-pulling", all the people in the village wore new clothes and smiled, leading or driving cattle, sheep, mules and horses, carrying folded paper fans on their bodies, and headed for the place predicted by the Western God. This is to drive away evil spirits and diseases, and pray for Western gods to bless one side for peace and good luck and avoid diseases and disasters.
On the day of the Lantern Festival, the streets and alleys were full of horse fires, high-core fires and car fires, and firecrackers and gongs and drums came one after another, once again pushing the Chinese New Year to a climax. In the evening, every household lights up lights made of corn and buckwheat noodles, and children play with paper lanterns. Light, moonlight and starlight blend together and set each other off. The 23rd day of the first month is the last festival of China New Year. On this day, there is a custom of "burning wasteland" in rural areas. Women try their best to paste "malnourished dolls" with egg shells and five-color paper in advance, while men cut off withered wormwood to prepare for "malnutrition". During the day on 23rd, children played with their "babies" to see whose "little daughter-in-law" and "little" xianggong "looked good. At night, firewood is piled in front of every house with "malnourished dolls" inserted on it. When the first batch of malnutrition was ignited, someone shouted "malnutrition! "Every household lit hay, and in an instant, the blazing fireworks reflected the village and lit up the sky.
People scrambled to jump out of the flames in order to burn the disease and the red days.
Article 4: Selected compositions of hometown in the twelfth lunar month. I like my hometown! I like the spring when a hundred flowers blossom and everything recovers; I like hot sun and green summer; I like the autumn when melons and fruits are fragrant and crops are plentiful. But I prefer snow and cold winter! In winter, people "armed to the teeth" rush to the dripping battlefield, slowly ride their own "war horses" and rush to the "enemy". In the past, the streets were crowded with people, talking and laughing, and they were happy! What about now? People keep shivering and don't want to say a word. Sooner or later, they have a cold face, as if someone owes them hundreds of dollars and won't pay them back. The park in the community has become our battlefield, holding umbrellas as shields and pinching snowballs as bullets!
Last winter, a "snowball war" started. The battlefield is ours, and I'm in charge of defense! I have an umbrella on my left and right. I was smart at first, and the snowball was blocked by me; Oh, my God! They are really enlightened! Suddenly, a voice came from behind: "We are ready". Let's go The two teams began to confront each other. I didn't foolishly confront them. I just took two balls and said, "catch the ball." The man just turned his head. I threw the ball in his face without saying anything. She screamed and caught the attention of others. Just as I was about to escape, a brother suddenly turned around and a "girl scattered flowers" swept over me. I had to get into the grass and run away in frustration.
Hit and hit, the other side sounded the golden bell to retreat, and we pursued them. They run around like headless flies. However, who knows this is a plan! They hid a lot of snowballs. Just as we were swaggering about gloating, suddenly, a snowball flew from behind my sister and hit him on the back of the head. Then, a series of snowballs flew over and we all became prisoners. Who made us underestimate the enemy?
I'm not convinced. After 20 minutes of halftime preparation, we played the second round. We used ambush tactics, they searched the whole community for us, and we also ambushed in the safest place. As soon as we saw the enemy, we launched an attack. I saw two men looking for the enemy everywhere. I hit him in the face with a "Grenade", and my "subordinate" is also very powerful. I play very well as an assistant! After some fighting, we suffered heavy losses and the other side was badly hurt.
White snow fell on my cheek, cool and comfortable; Warm chubby hands picked up the snow on the bush and turned it into ice at once.
I love the cold winter in my hometown, and I like her snow!
Chapter 5: The composition selection of hometown in the twelfth lunar month is coming, and eyebrows will always flood into the special atmosphere of hometown in the twelfth lunar month. There are more than 40 families in my hometown village, entrenched in the middle of the mountain. The houses are all built together. They leave home one by one, full of ash. The trees and grass on the mountain are withered and intertwined with loess, and the green of wheat seedlings is dotted a little! Life at home is always dull, as Jia Pingwa said, there are only two influences left for him here, one is culture and the other is poverty! In my hometown, calligraphy and painting are hung on the walls of every family. No matter whose handwriting is good, it is hung on the walls of ancient and modern times, even if only the children in this family can read! Every twelfth lunar month, those calligraphy and paintings will be cleaned up or re-mounted, in short, cleaned up!
Mother is the busiest one in the twelfth lunar month every year. Every family in the countryside raises pigs. The twelfth lunar month is the season to kill pigs, and we are ready for the New Year! I haven't seen the time to kill pigs at home for several years. When I go home, I just put them on the table! Before the pigs are ready, mother will clean them up, or cut them into pieces, fry them and pickle them in jars, which can be eaten all year round! Or eat it raw and marinate it, and fry it in the first month. In short, I've been busy cleaning this and that all day! Every mother in the family is very busy, which smells like Chinese New Year!
The only thing that can bring economic income in my hometown is ginseng that has been planted hard for a year! This is a kind of medicinal material, which is very troublesome to grow. When planting, I took the plow and drove the cows to the field. Niu Geng used to level the soil before releasing the seedlings of codonopsis pilosula, so we should put them one by one, and the distance between each root is very particular. If it is dense, it is not thick. Not much if it is diluted! My hometown will be very cold in October and November when the lunar calendar is harvested in October and November. I can't digest that thing with a machine, so I must be careful with my own coffee. It's easy to dig if it's shallow! After digging, take it home, bury it with soil and cover it with corn stalk and plastic film, one for moisture preservation and the other for heat preservation, so it was bought by a pharmaceutical company in1February. One year the price will be better, and several years it won't! Just like this year, my father told me that the price is not high. I bit my lip on this phone and didn't know how to comfort my father. My father always said study hard and don't worry! When the drug dealer takes away the medicinal materials, the family will get a year's harvest, no matter how much, there will always be a smile on his face. After that, I began to prepare new year's goods in various markets!
With the signal of going home, my heart will always be filled with the smell of the twelfth lunar month in my hometown, with gains and losses, accompanied by the smell of pork rising from the kitchen smoke of every household!
People in my hometown are hardworking and simple, and contentment is always happy! Life is so beautiful that we should be grateful.
Chapter 6: The composition of twelfth lunar month hometown is selected in my hometown, and there is a custom of eating Laba porridge in twelfth lunar month. Laba porridge is sweet or salty porridge cooked with eight kinds of fresh grain harvested that year. However, people in our hometown like to eat salty laba porridge. In addition to rice, millet, mung bean, cowpea, peanut, jujube and other raw materials, radish, cabbage, vermicelli, kelp, tofu and so on are also added to the porridge.
On the morning of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, people get up at dawn to cook porridge. After the porridge is cooked, the first thing to do is not to eat it yourself, but to feed the cooked porridge to the jujube tree, cut some small holes in the jujube tree, and then piously wipe the porridge on the tree marks, so that the jujube tree thinks that it has eaten rice. People do this because, according to the old people, the jujube trees in our area are fruitless and people are unwilling to plant jujube trees. Seeing that people didn't respect her, Shen Zao became an old woman and came into this world. She drew an orchard not far from the village, which was full of jujube trees and dates. People picked it, tasted it, and it was sweet and sour, so they went to the old woman who managed the jujube tree for advice. The old woman told everyone that jujube trees will bear fruit as long as they are fed rice on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month every year. People did as she said, and sure enough, all the trees had red dates. This is just a legend. In fact, there are many scientific reasons for bread here: cutting some holes in jujube trees can adjust the nutritional growth of jujube trees, prevent nutrients from being transported underground, and supply the above-ground parts centrally, thus ensuring the nutritional needs of fruits. As for putting porridge on tree scars, it is actually just a way for indigenous people to protect wound healing.
Until now, some places in my hometown still have the custom of letting jujube trees eat rice on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. There is a folk song circulating in the local area: "Laba jujube trees eat rice and jujube bears dried eggs." "Dried egg" is a local dialect in my hometown, which means that jujube trees are full of fruits, and the fruits are thick and big.
Chapter VII: Selected Prose in the hometown of the twelfth lunar month. When the twelfth lunar month came, the trees that once enveloped the village were all flourishing. Villages are exposed on the Yuan Ye, just like the taciturn man in Zhuangzi, who just came out of farming and sat on the ground in front of the door, wearing clothes that haven't had time to shake off the dust.
From a distance, the countryside at this time is mottled and shows some vicissitudes. Kind of like our parents who have been through ups and downs. They are full of years of dust, but they show deep affection.
The bird's nest is also exposed on the uncovered treetops, so that people walking in the fields can look up and feel the warmth of home. As a result, the pace at the foot unconsciously accelerated, towards home.
The wheat has sprouted, and from a distance, there is a fluffy green layer in the field. Rape has been ridged, and scattered unmelted snow and ice can be seen on the leaves. It is rare to see a farmer in the vast land, and a group of sparrows are coming and going, clamoring for the boundless years between heaven and earth.
In the most idle season of the year, farm tools are put in the corner and farming is stranded in the solar terms. There are elderly people sitting under the gable of Chaoyang, squinting in the lazy sunshine, counting the old times and fresh times in the smoke.
Below the door frame of the village entrance or house, it is more overlooking. Twists and turns, along the road in front of the village, always looking sour. Several dogs, big or small, flowers or pure, are having fun in the village lane, and suddenly stop chasing and listen. Strange but obviously familiar footsteps make them uncertain whether to bark or wag their tails for a moment.
How many pairs of eyes are recognizing the returning figure of the wanderer from a distance? His surprise aroused Zhuangzi's nostalgia. Killing chickens and ducks, cutting meat and drinking wine, the village entered a state of drunkenness with the sound of clinking glasses again and again.
The sound of firecrackers and suona was introduced into the eardrum, and the busybodies began to count the happy events in the village. Under the eaves of every house, there is a string of salted fish and bacon hanging, and some people have a good chat.