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The root of all my memories comes from a piece of yellow land, which is a land where plants and trees do not grow. Year-round drought is the basic characteristic. But it is precisely that barren land that nurtures generations of people.

Facing the loess and facing the sky is a description of the most simple working people on the land. After our ancestors took root there, generations of descendants inherited their ancestral property, following the donkey's pace, working from sunrise to sunset on large areas of loess. My ancestors heard that they fled from the Central Plains, and there is no way to verify it now, but I believe this statement should be accurate. Although there is no family tree, there will always be some verbal explanations!

I think that the ancestors were able to settle in my hometown is a kind of courage. Maybe it was because they were surrounded by mountains and were easier to be ignored. As for when the newcomer had the determination to settle there, there was no way to find out. The only ironclad evidence is the large ancestral tomb. I have to say that the ancestral tomb is a good family tree for us. When I was young, I often followed my grandfather and the others to visit the graves. My grandfather always told me affectionately about the seniority of lying there. I am also more gossipy and loved to listen to these things. According to my grandfather, the two with the largest tombs were our ancestors.

It is very specific. Our grandmother is a bald man and wears a pair of big earrings. After listening to my grandfather’s description, I instantly got a lot of goose bumps, which was derived from my admiration for my grandmother! It seems that grandmother is a very fashionable woman, and she is also very unique. Scratching a bald man and wearing a pair of big earrings is what is the difference between the lady of Yuzhai? It is not ruled out that grandmother has the possibility of grandmother mastering grandmother. I counted one by one and there were nine lines in total. That was when I was young, there were probably two more lines now. In other words, our family has lived in that place, and my generation is the thirteenth generation.

In order to be the master of the country, the people overthrew the big landlords and defeated the tyrants. The ownership of the land belongs to the people. It is said that my grandfather was one of the hosts who divided the land after the people took power. He led a group of presidents to divide the surrounding land into households and implemented a contract system. In order to fill the stomach, there was no waste when dividing the land, and the land on the mountain and under the mountain was used as arable land. Therefore, on our earthen mountain, the scenery changes clearly year by year. In spring, it is green, in summer, in autumn, in winter, in waste.

Every time the farming season comes, the mountains look extremely harmonious. A pair of donkeys walk in front, one person holds the wooden plow, waving the whip in his hands, and cursing at the donkeys one after another, such as: 小! I will take you, a short-lived person! I will walk around! The donkeys get used to walking in shouting. The sun slowly climbs up from the top of the mountain, and there are beads of sweat on the faces of the person. It should be time to slow down. The hostess at home lifts the boiling eggs onto the slabs, and the tillager pats the soil on his hands, sits in the ground, looks at the mountains in the distance, and starts to replenish energy. By noon, some old people who have finished farming drive the donkey home and shouts: Slow down! I heard someone respond: You slow down first, I will slow down!

Although the harvest is not very good in the year, the farmers are still energetic and busy. After the farming season, the amount of rain has become a topic of discussion. Grandpa often stands by the wall and says to others: This rain saves the farmer! The seedlings poke their heads out after a spring rain. However, at the critical moment of June, no one wants God to open his eyes. If there is a heavy rain at that time, it will cause a lot of trouble for everyone. Some people start to sigh in the fields: Alas! Now the wheat is tide! The farmers are always a little gloating. After putting the wheat in a nylon bag, they said: Let's put it hard now!

Some people scolded me for being short-sighted, but I couldn't say anything. Because the environment I grew up in has given me directional exhibitions. My home is in a mountain valley, surrounded by hills on all sides. The biggest world I saw at that time was the plane flying in the sky. No one knew how big the plane flying in the rumbling was. Everyone had different speculations. Some said it was as big as a tractor, and everyone looked at the sky in confusion and thought that something as big as a tractor could fly? When I first saw the plane twenty meters away, I was shocked. It turned out to be bigger than a tractor!

The mountains trap us in the middle, and we can only look up at the starry sky and cannot see the outside world for many years. When I was young, I always thought that the sky was limited and that the sky was like a pot, which covered us underneath. Later, when I went to the northwest, I saw the entire sky.

The yellow land is simple and simple, but it does not nourish people. Water braised is a name for girls there, because there are two red balls on their faces since childhood. Men will be better and have little impact. Is it only suitable for men to survive? One place of water and soil raises the other side of people. It can be seen from our skin color that we are seriously short of water. Not only is it lacking in water, but the quality of water is also very bad. When we were very young, we lined up to carry spring water in the ditch, and we were reluctant to give it to animals to drink such spring water. Now think about it

If the spring is accidentally lost, wouldn’t we be thirsty? It was not until later that everyone’s lives changed slightly, and each family dug a well and kept rainwater inside, so we dared to drink water in big gulps. The country also thought of a solution. In my grandfather’s generation, there was a Tao diversion project. Due to various restrictions at that time, the Tao diversion project was washed away by a flood and it was declared failure. It was not until half a century later that the Tao diversion project was re-puted with the strong support of the government, and now it basically achieved that every family has a happy life that they say.

The harsh natural conditions did not defeat the elders and villagers. The people there maintained a spirit of self-improvement and were calmly the temperament of farmers. When you integrate into that land, the dazzling brilliance of the land will appear, which is enviable. A large group of people walked out from there, and another large group of people began to care about every tree and grass there, miss the warm sun there, and look forward to the blooming peach blossoms there. What can’t forget is the local accent, what can’t hear enough is Qin Opera, what can’t watch is the community fire, what can’t play poker, what can’t play chess, what can’t eat is sweet embryo.

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