I can't remember what my hometown used to be like. Lately, however, my memory has been piecing together the fragmentary but familiar picture of my hometown-a long winding mountain road in the wind and rain, patches of mountain forests rustling when the mountain wind blows, low houses dotted among the green trees, fields lying in the arms of the earth, and the childish face under the stars, the kind old man and the lonely little shop by the roadside.
Young, parents-in-law died early, parents travel because of livelihood. Before the trip, my mother bought clothes for me and then entrusted me to my grandmother. Grandma's house is far away, four kilometers away from the countryside. Grandma has a house of more than 100 square meters on the hillside, and the house is arranged in the shape of "" ". There is a path from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, the path meanders, and the road is crisscrossed with irregular stones and hardened mud. The weeds on the roadside are deep and shallow, and there is a narrow ditch on the deeper side, and there is a trickle of water in the ditch.
After walking the path, I came to the foot of the mountain. And the end of the path is connected to a two meters wide mountain road, rugged mountain road, uneven, if sitting in the special four-wheel car, left and right shaking feeling strong. Along the mountain road, there is a dangerous beach, gurgling mountains and rivers from the mountains and forests, sometimes graceful, sometimes bold, like a child's temper.
Keep moving forward. The low houses were scattered on both sides of the mountain road, and there were tillers working in the fields. The place with flatter topography can see so big pond, pool water is faint, water light is full of Yan. Located opposite the pond is a primary school, named Shigang Primary School. There is a small shop 300 meters ahead of Shigang Primary School, and there are many interesting things in the shop.
After my parents went on a long journey, I usually had to walk three kilometers more when I went to school, which meant that I had to get up on time at six o'clock every morning. Walking alone on the path, surrounded by black holes, some people are really afraid. Fortunately, as long as we get to the end of the path, we will meet people of my age, we walk together, the atmosphere is lively and harmonious.
In the morning, the night was as sound as ever. On the curved mountain road, we can often see the light of the torch beating, over time, so I also have the habit of walking by the light of the torch, which I think is a rare interesting thing. The flames dancing in the air, the shadow dancing in the light of the fire, the children's noise hidden in the dancing fire, the mountain wind through the mountains spread the children's laughter far and far.
When the torch was about to burn out, the sky gradually became clear, and the appearance of the shop became more and more clear. This small shop is located on the side of the highway, about 80 square meters, only three houses, bedroom, hall and kitchen, hall is placed two solid wood bents and no glass counter, bents and counter respectively orderly placed common snacks and rare things. The shop was facing the muddy stone road, backed by the fish pond, and there were no similar houses around, so it seemed lonely on weekdays.
Came to the door, see a yellow light through the crack in the door, there is a rather naughty children will be clenched fist hastily knocked on the door. It was an old man who opened the door. Listen to the adults, there have been two old people living here, they have been accompanied by each other. Strangely enough, there was another elder whom I had never met.
Some of the children pointed to the snacks on the shelves with excitement on their faces. And some of the children liked the stupid mechanical frog, in other words, the stupid frog would jump up and down as long as you turned the spring tightly, and it was too boring in general. And I only love "Bodhisattva Eyes". The so-called "Bodhisattva Eye" is a very interesting thing, its shell has a variety of colors, the common is pure green and light yellow.Its shape and lines are like a conch shell, with different sizes at both ends, the larger end wearing a smooth red rope, and the whole size is similar to an adult's thumb.The reason why I am interested in it, because it has a unique, is that the middle of the shell is a slightly smaller than the adult thumb nail shell transparent plastic sheet, through it, you can clearly see inside a wide range of Bodhisattva, not only exquisite patterns, bright color, but also through the side of the button conversion pattern content, quite magical.
The old man in this small shop was very kind, but also strange, she did not get angry at our impolite behavior of playing with toys, on the contrary, her mouth was smiling. Of course, I like such an old man very much, after all, she always tolerates me to explore the toys in her shop. After stopping for a moment, we went out of the hall, and then ran to the school in the countryside while chasing. After the child went, the tranquility before was restored here.
Play is a child's nature, for which I also bear a lot of responsibility for such a nature, such as excessive indulgence delayed part of the school was left late by the teacher. But once, I was left very late.
Come out from the school, the sky gradually sink, sunset sunset halo dyed a flaming red. On the mud-stone road, apart from the busy cultivators, there were hardly any children.
I was afraid of being alone, especially of what adults called "Hungry Old Kui" (that is, a hungry ghost who eats children), so I walked and ran, and my anxiety was hard to hide. On the way to run helter-skelter, I met my grandmother, and I was naturally grateful for her appearance. She took me by the hand and walked into the twilight.
We passed by the store, the door was open. I pulled my grandmother's hand and motioned for her to stop. Grandma looked at me, then looked at the shop, so we went straight to the hall of the shop. When I came to the hall, I saw another old man-he was lying motionless on the chair, his bones were thin, and his face was lifeless. As soon as Grandma entered the hall, she chatted with the kind old man.
I picked up the purple "Bodhisattva Eyes" I had never seen before and looked at them with great interest. This time, there is no Bodhisattva, there are only many animals, there are giraffes walking on the grass, butterflies dancing, hairy animals lying on trees with big noses and round faces (this is a koala, I later learned from the book), monkeys with golden hair. Of course, there are many kinds of animals inside, I will not list them one by one.As I was contemplating the strange appearance of the animals, my grandmother interrupted and motioned for me to leave. Before I left, I held the purple "Bodhisattva Eye", Grandma looked at me, immediately understood what I meant, and then asked the kind old man for the price. After simple communication, my grandmother told me to send the money to the old man tomorrow morning, and I nodded happily. My grandmother and I walked out of the shop, and it was dark outside.
The next morning, I handed the money to the old man, she took the money with an old hand, she was still smiling, kind as before. After all the fuss we had, it was quiet as usual.
One morning, however, we saw a light in the shop from a distance, and the light was very bright. As the distance shortened, we faintly heard intermittent cries coming from the cold air. None of us stopped at the inn that morning.
A few days later, the door of the shop was closed, and it was not open for many days. The closed door is like our furrowed eyebrows, as if the door is closed with our expectations. After that, I especially cherish the purple "Bodhisattva Eye" in my hand and hang it carefully around my neck.
Without the kind old man, the small shop is more and more lonely.
We are still walking on the road to school, time makes our steps bigger and bigger, and also makes our eyes look farther and farther, young children become young people, kind old people return to their homeland, mud stone road after widening and remodeling has become the present cement road, it is like a white ribbon, hanging in the mountains. And I, in this rush of change into the middle school, into the university, the mind is also gradually mature. After several back and forth, I treasure the "Bodhisattva Eye" finally can not find traces.
Some time ago, I went back to the countryside to visit my grandfather. On the way, I intend to stop at the door of the shop. The small shop in my eyes, is holding the broken body alone there, the slanting walls, rusty iron locks and lush weeds. In front of the young cement road, how old the small shop is.
People say that the shop is about to be reclaimed. After hearing the news, my heart surged with complex feelings, but eventually gave birth to a trace of relief, because the shop does not have to adhere to such a lonely.
Let it follow the dust, so that the dust of its past joys and sorrows buried in the depths of time;Let it go though the wind, let the wind spread its story to farther and farther places;Finally, please time to carve it slowly, so that it like a monument as long stand in the hearts of children. And we are still the children who can't grow up.
Love to here, stay "shop" a, in order to follow-up memorial.
Difficult to walk on the mountain road, the rolling stones children spy on the snake, weeds, did not pass the trouser leg.
The sky stars dim, high torches, flaming tongue in the dance, tiredness, in the morning, was dispersed by the children's frolic.
At the end of the small village of Shigang, yellow lights are kissing the night.
Thump, thump, thump … a clenched fist rapped at the door, and the sound of haste passed through the latch of the sleeping man and the waking man.
The child uses finger, use finger that mark the bent of protruding protuberant, a hand that is full of callosity, in the sway of goose yellow, pass warm demand.