Author: Qingxin Source: Meipian App
Wandering in the old house in my hometown, the floor is covered with moss, and the mottled bluestone has experienced wind and rain, revealing the patina of the years, exuding long-lasting nostalgia, stretching to the infinite distance. It's like the long flow of history, solidified into moss, years, and nostalgia.
As the saying goes: if your parents are alive, it is your hometown; if your parents are dead, it is your old home.
Wanderers working in other places miss their hometown. Although it has been decades since I left my hometown, the old house in my hometown is becoming clearer and clearer in my mind.
The old house is located in the bamboo forest, with fresh air and beautiful scenery. Because there are many rooms and the environment is quiet, we brothers and sisters spend most of the time in the courtyard doing homework, reading little books, and playing games. Because there is a patio in the courtyard, gentle sunlight shines into the old house from the patio, making the courtyard appear particularly spacious and bright.
The backyard of the old house is a good place for viewing. In spring, the fragrance of peach blossoms is intoxicating; in summer, the breeze in the bamboo forest is refreshing; in autumn, the heavy fragrant pears bend the branches, fresh and delicious, and can be picked at any time; in winter, the frosts remove all the tea seeds , It's when the camellia blooms, and the camellia is white and very spectacular.
The old house nurtures the love of our parents and creates a warm home for us. My father is an old accountant who is strict, conscientious and meticulous. But he is more willful and has a short temper. But my mother never cared, and always warmed my father with a generous and kind heart.
The father's resolute character determines the direction of the family's development; the mother's gentleness and virtuousness determines the atmosphere of the family. The father is the "backbone" and "backbone" of the family, and the mother is the "regulator" and "oxygen machine" of the family. One is strong and the other is soft, a combination of strength and softness.
The mutual love between parents was especially reflected in the difficult period of three years. Life was difficult at that time, and he had to eat rice bran and porridge for three meals a day. Porridge can reflect your own shadow. When my mother serves porridge to my father, she always uses a spoon to scoop out the thicker porridge underneath, because my father works very hard every day and has to settle accounts almost until late at night every night.
The most played thing when we were children was hide and seek. I remember one time I was so involved in playing hide-and-seek that I lost my 5-year-old brother and couldn't find him anywhere. At this moment, an old hen finished laying eggs and flew out from the firewood with a clucking sound to announce the good news.
Perhaps it was the crow of the hen that woke up the younger brother. He was seen rubbing his eyes with both hands and walking out of the firewood room. It turned out that the younger brother was hiding in the firewood room. When no one came to look for him, he fell asleep. At that time, I was so grateful to the old hen, which helped me find my brother.
I remember that there is an ancestral tablet in the hall of the old house. My parents often taught us brothers and sisters in front of the tablet that we should be sensible, polite and law-abiding. According to family rules, the Qingming Festival and Winter Solstice, the first and fifteenth day of each month are ancestor worship days; and the first day of the new year is the ancestor worship day.
I remember that on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the whole family got up at 4 a.m., washed up, and put on new clothes and hats. The women prepare offerings for ancestor worship in the kitchen, while the men burn incense, light candles, set off firecrackers, kneel down and worship in front of the ancestral tablets in the hall, and begin to worship their ancestors. The elders recite ancestral precepts and family rules, while the younger generations recite the famous names of their ancestors and praise their contributions to the family. It is solemn and solemn.
The ancestral precepts and family rules have left a deep imprint on our young minds, and have played a "steering wheel" role in our subsequent life experiences. Whenever you can't think about it, can't let it go, and are worried about power, fame, or profit, you just need to stand in front of the ancestor's memorial tablet for a while, and you will have another answer in your heart.
The old house in my hometown seems to be a station for my soul.Everything is so poetic and picturesque, revealing the characteristics of hometown, exuding the charm of hometown, and releasing the unique atmosphere of hometown. Stepping on the stone pavement under your feet, wandering in the lonely courtyard, you will feel the interest of visiting ancient times and exploring the secrets, giving birth to a Zen feeling of distant time, and reveling in the infinite poetry of your hometown.
For me, the old house in my hometown is a kind of yearning, a kind of memory, and a kind of aftertaste, mellow and long⋯⋯
