The original text is as follows:
Tiles in the countryside
Jie feng
(1) Most ceramic tiles in rural areas are blue, not sky blue or navy blue, but similar to earth blue; There is a very accurate word in our country-"Varan". This word belongs to tile's patent.
In my impression, tiles are the negatives of childhood, which can wash away the old things in the countryside.
(3) The tile is more like a country house covered with a layer of feather coir, floating in the clear air of the rain that has neither started nor ended in the vast countryside. If it rains, tiles will show its unique charm and charm. When the rain comes, the heavy rain beads fall on the feathers of the house, and the brave will jump up and the affectionate will quietly wet the tiles; Finally, it began to slide down from this hemp fiber, from the roof to the eaves. Through the rain tile, down to the ground, thus completing the whole meaning of the existence of a tile.
④ Tiles have symmetrical beauty. Anyone who sees rural tiles will think of an idiom called "row upon row", such as looking at the scales of the Yellow River and mother's comb. Tiles are collectivists in their bones. They always clasp tightly, shoulder to shoulder, no matter how cold it is, they will not let go. In winter, they can feel each other's body temperature, like lovers who are close to each other. In the countryside where the moon rises slowly, they unite.
(5) tiles haven't been on the roof, and the column of "native place" in life has been filled in. Those are two rough words called "country". Just like a child or an old man writing Jie Feng's "Tiles in the Country" with a trembling pen, reading and answering. Yes, tile is a kind of persistence in the countryside. In Wa's memory, all birds are prodigals and passers-by, floating clouds and pale dogs.
One day, Wa, whose hometown is in the countryside, walked into the city. It's no use being idle. Phantom night and laser neon in the city refused it. A tile is missing. It was used by a large truck heading for the city to buffer the objects on it and was finally pulled to the city. When it completed its mission, it was abandoned far away by the road. City people love to kick down the ladder. Look at the "hometown" column on your body, which has already been blurred by the wind.
⑦ There is only one kind of scenery on ceramic tiles, and that is "tile pine", which we call "blue tile well" here. What a magnificent name! Those little creatures who stood on the tiles one by one became smart because they listened to the wind and watched the rain. Wait a minute, they are still "country doctors". According to the rural medicine spectrum, Pinus armandii, also known as Cephalosporum, Tilia lindleyana and Xiangtiancao, has the function of clearing away heat and toxic materials. I had falciparum malaria when I was a child, and I haven't recovered for a long time. My grandmother picked some tile pines from the old roof, stewed them and stopped.
When I was a child, I often thought in my dreams that those tile pines stood on the roof of my grandmother's house, stood on tiptoe and picked stars one by one in the middle of the night without my knowing it. The long spoon of the Big Dipper hangs low, just like the clear dew on Giasone. Finally, unexpectedly, the two biggest ones fell, slowly, in the corner of my eye.
When my soul returns to the earth one day, please put a small profile on it, with the residual temperature of your tile and the vein of your tile. This small house in my hometown, a small house made of mud and water, a small house swaying on the grass, you cover me. Like who whispers in the middle of the night:
Attending "sleep, child. This is called returning home. "