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The roots of all my memories come from a piece of yellow earth, a land where vegetation does not grow, and perennial drought is the basic characteristic. But it is precisely that barren land that has given birth to generations of people.

Facing the loess with his back to the sky is a description of the most simple working people in that land. After our ancestors took root there, generation after generation of descendants inherited the ancestral business, following the footsteps of donkeys, working at sunrise and sunset on the vast yellow earth. My ancestors have heard that they fled from the Central Plains, and there is no way to verify it now, but I believe that this statement should be accurate, although there is no genealogy, but there will always be some oral explanation!

I think it's a kind of courage for my ancestors to settle in my hometown, and maybe it's because it's surrounded by mountains, so it's easy to overlook. It is not known when the newcomer made the decision to settle there. The only ironclad evidence is the big ancestral tomb, and I have to say that the ancestral tomb is our very good family tree. When I was young, I often followed my grandfather to the grave, and my grandfather always told me about the generations lying there, and I was also more gossipy, and I loved to listen to these things. According to my grandfather, the two largest graves were our ancestors. Grandpa was very specific, saying that our grandmother was bald and wore a pair of big earrings. After listening to my grandfather's description, I instantly got a lot of goosebumps, and it was out of admiration for my grandmother! It seems that my grandmother was a very fashionable woman, and she also had a very individuality, and she shaved her head and wore a pair of big earrings, what is the difference between her and Mrs. Pressing? I do not rule out the possibility that my grandmother is in control of my grandfather; I counted them line by line, and there are nine lines in total, and that was when I was a child, and now it is estimated that there are two more lines. In other words, our family has lived in that place for eleven generations, and my generation is the thirteenth.

In order to be the masters of the country, the people overthrew the big landlords and overthrew the local tyrants, and the ownership of the land belonged to the people. It is said that my grandfather was one of the presiding officers of the division of land after the people made the decisions, and he led a group of presidents to divide the surrounding land into households and implement the contract system. In order to fill the stomach, there is no waste in dividing the land, and the land on and off the mountain is used as arable land. Therefore, on our earth hills, the scenery changes distinctly throughout the year, from green in spring, yellow in summer, different colors in autumn, and barren in winter.

When the farming season came, the hills looked extremely harmonious, and a pair of donkeys walked in front, one holding a wooden plow, waving the whip in his hand to his heart's content, and scolding the donkeys one after another, such as: "Bah, I'll make you short-lived, I'll kill you." The donkey is accustomed to scurrying to the sound of shouting. The sun slowly rose from the top of the mountain, and there were beads of sweat on the faces of the people who shone it, and it should be time to slow down at noon, and the hostess of the house brought the hot eggs to the boiling water, and the cultivator patted the soil on his hands, sat in the field, looked at the mountains in the distance, and began to replenish his energy. At noon, some old men who had finished plowing drove their donkeys home, and by the way, they shouted: Slow!

Although the harvest was not very good at the end of the year, the farmers were still in good spirits and kept busy. After the cultivation is completed, it is time for the slack season to become a topic of discussion. Grandpa often stood on the edge of the wall and said to others: "This rain has saved the farmer!" After a spring rain, those seedlings have sprung up like mushrooms after the rain, poking their heads out one by one. However, at the juncture of busy June, everyone doesn't want God to open his eyes, and if it rains heavily at that time, it will add a lot of trouble to everyone. Some people began to sigh in the fields: "Oh! Now all the wheat is damp!" The peasant uncle always gloated a little, and after putting the wheat in a nylon bag, he said, "Now go down!"

Someone scolded me for being short-sighted, and I couldn't say anything. Because the environment in which I grew up has given me a directional development, my home is in a ravine, surrounded by hills on all sides. At that time, the biggest thing I had ever seen in the world was the plane that flew in the sky, and no one knew how big the plane was that rumbling plane, and everyone had different guesses. Some people say that it is as big as a tractor, and everyone is very confused and looks at the sky, thinking, can something the size of a tractor fly? When I first saw an airplane 20 meters away, I was shocked, it turned out to be bigger than a tractor!

The mountains trapped us in the middle, we could only look up at the starry sky, and we couldn't see the outside world all year round, when I was a child, I always thought that the sky was limited, and that the sky was a pot-like thing, it covered us underneath. Later, when I went to the northwest, I saw the whole sky.

The loess is simple and simple, but it does not support people. Boiling water is a name for the girls there, because the girls have two red eggs on their faces since they were children. Men will be better, almost no effect, is it only suitable for men to survive? One side of the water and soil to raise the other side of the people, from our skin color, we can see that we are seriously short of water, not only lack of water, but also the quality of water is also very bad. When we were very young, we all lined up in the ditch to carry spring water, and we were reluctant to give it to the livestock, but now that we think about it, if the spring is accidentally lost, we will not be dying of thirst! The country has also thought of a way, grandfather's generation, there was a diversion project, due to the restrictions of all aspects at that time, the diversion project was washed away by a flood, and it was declared a failure. It wasn't until half a century later that the diversion project was put back on the agenda with the strong support of the government, and now basically every family has a happy life for themselves.

The harsh natural conditions did not defeat the old folks, and the people there maintained a spirit of self-improvement and the temperament of a farmer. When you blend in with that land, you will find that the dazzling brilliance of that land is enviable. A large group of people walked out from there, and a large group of people began to worry about the grass and trees there, nostalgic for the warm sun there, looking forward to the peach blossoms there, what can't be forgotten is the local sound, what can't be heard enough is the Qin dialect, what can't be seen is the social fire, what can't be finished is poker, what can't be finished is chess, and what can't be eaten is sweet embryos.

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