The hometown where you can’t go back, you can see the distance you can see

Many people are discussing their hometown, about the taste of the year, the nostalgia, and the aftertaste.

In my hometown, there is a saying -before the first month, it is not over the year.

So I also wanted to talk about my hometown through “Nian Weier”.

I don’t know where to write from.

Closing my eyes, my hometown is in front of my eyes. I can even smell the cooked potato taste, and I can hear the cry of “Marrying the Labor”.

Open your eyes, but another blank. Press your fingers on the keyboard, only repeatedly, and mechanically type a few words. The words are not deliberate, constantly deleted, and constantly hit it.

In the Spring Festival this year, I did not return to the village. The grave was just driving in a few elders in the family, and it was back in less than half a day.


It’s not that we don’t want to go back, but “can’t go back” -the “home”.

To be precise, the entire village is basically empty, probably only three or five households have not moved away. Some people are even in a state of collapse in the house. The better ones are already a one -year -old child in the yard -this is also the situation I went back to see last summer.


The villages I have grown from a young age are not far from the town. There are only a dozen miles. This distance that seems to seem to be solved by a few accelerators was a bit blocked.

I was born in 1984. When I was born, the village had not been powered on. So I have used kerosene lamps to see the box. Later, I passed the electricity, changed the light bulb, and used the electric drum fan to cook the fire. Later, some villagers who had money bought the electric furnace.

The picture shows several commonly used kerosene lamps. When I was a kid, there was no simple lamp in the picture in the picture.

Well, I used to talk to others about this problem. This experience brings me a particularly good experience. One is that I know that the oil is lighter than the water -kerosene burned to a certain degree and poured some water in it, so that the kerosene floated up; the second was that there were two types of hand -shaking boxes. One is the kind of wooden handle, pulling the hairpin straight. The other is the kind of iron skin, which rotates the hair that drives the hair.


In the initial area, there were only one meter in a village in some places. The electricity bill was collectively charged, which was the average stall. Therefore, in the process of “power consumption”, there are also many things that look like jokes now. For example, a special person finds an electric furnace, and does not allow it in some time periods, because the load is large, and the entire area will stick to the entire area. For another example, someone will turn on the light during the day, what is it? This is called stealing electricity!

Yes, the above is not a joke paragraph, it is something I have experienced.

This is the kind of wooden, hand -made,. Generally, it will be painted. When I was a kid, I had a black paint at home, and some people seemed to have red, and some were not clear.

This is also a hand -cranked box. Generally, it is made by black and white artisans or hearing that there are also factories. Many people use this.

It is better than wood.

This is better than the above -mentioned factory goods.

But it is more expensive, and the village is not much. It is usually used in the town.

This is the electric drum fan. It is definitely a factory cargo. At that time, there must be a special person to repair this. Generally, whoever sells it can be repaired.

Later, the meter was slowly paid until each house was installed.

Although electricity bills don’t look expensive in most cities, it is not cheap for people in the villagers at that time. At least it is more expensive than before using a manual fan and kerosene lamp.

Because of the electricity bill, not everyone was willing to use electricity at first. The earliest cool rooms were equipped with electric lights and all used electric drum fans. They also bought the electric furnaces. It is an absolute rich person in the village. The degree of envy is just as “the value of a certain value” is now talking about.


Of course, the conditions of the villagers were also good. Some people have bought TV, washing machines, freezers, and refrigerators. Even so, we still develop extremely good electricity habits.

This is also a good thing for me. For example, I turn off the lights at any company; after get off work, even the lamp of a computer display will be turned off, and then turn off the power. I even withdrew the water dispenser at the office of the chairman (because he did not drink hot water and often went out, and he had to open the water dispenser through the power supply), and switched to the pot to boil water to drink -the pot belonged to the department shared. This frugality and security practices have always been loved by several employers, and the leaders who are more stingy in the eyes of other employees look more generous than me.

It is estimated that friends who see here will laugh at me, but it is really difficult to change this habit. I just don’t want to waste anything, even if it is not at home, I can’t bear to waste it. I also know that this behavior seems stingy, and I try to change as much as possible.

The picture shows the electric furnace of my childhood. The earliest can be used as “not bad money”! (Find the picture on the Internet, I can’t find it at home.)

It is not sour or how much emotions are mentioned now when it comes to these things, just a piece of memory.

Putting it in my hometown village, there are no broken things. Of course, we will lay a layer of “oil cloth” on it.

It is estimated that many people don’t know what is oil cloth?

In my memory, oil cloth is a good thing, which is amazing.

Big red or dark green with a large piece of oil dotted with a few flowers can be used for paving. Put on the cymbal, look good and dirty.

When I was young, I was on the cymbal. Sometimes the table is used to eat it directly on the cymbal. There are any meals, but the oil star is okay. After eating, just take a cloth to wipe it, it becomes clean. The oil cloth is also very durable. In addition to some fine cracks and fades in the past few years, it will not affect the overall effect. Generally, it is enough to change the oil fabric once in a few years. It usually changes in a certain Spring Festival or married, and it seems to be “renewed.”


Oil cloth is not just to spread it. The small pieces of oil can be paved with tables and cabinets. Later, the transparent printing pattern is even more beautiful, and it can also pave the coffee table.


Therefore, in my childhood memory, there is no concept of sheets or tablecloths. After my junior high school, I read some books before I slowly knew that the sheets and tablecloths in the city had to be replaced at least every week, and even every day.


This picture is a bit like that kind of old oil cloth, and there is no photo of the oil on the Internet. The old oil cloth is brighter than the picture, almost so thick.

The puppet of the oil cloth is almost like this, this is a picture looking for online. It is also very similar to my childhood scene.

I wrote this, not to justify my own insight. Instead, I want to say that the rural areas are not just a hard -to -use rural scenery on the magazine, nor is it not just a quiet style in the artist’s pen. Instead, we used to (now) indeed a little backward -whether it is an eye or thought.


But this is not what we expect. We are also trying to change and learn. Even if you imitate first, we are thinking about changing. Going with the rhythm of society, at least not to cause trouble and burden on the society.

Yes, from the perspective of the environment, or from nowadays, if there is no one in the village, we seem to be “declining”. However, it does not mean the decline of “ritual”.

The village is “Li”. The big things are all about “rituals”. This is the idea I have been instilled since I was a child, and my brothers and sisters who have grown like me have been instilled like this.

“I don’t know the elders, this is not to understand the etiquette.”

There are no people in the village now. We all moved on the town, moved to the city, and moved abroad.

We did not carry kerosene lamps, not shake the box with our hands, and we didn’t bring oil. However, we are hardworking and hardworking, we are serious and serious, and we talk with everything.

Now, like the people in the city, we live in buildings, use air conditioners, drive cars, and wash new sheets every week.

We thank the policy and this era. We also look forward to our next generation, truly becoming the city, strong learning ability, wide horizons, and high pattern.


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