I often dream of the past, and every bit of the past often appears in my dreams. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info rarely gives his brain time to recall, and it's not because the pace of life is too fast, it's just that the pace is too hurried. Once I think of that little bit, I can't help but feel a lot of feelings. I am going to write a book of bits and pieces of the past, just like the "Historical Records", which will be passed down to me through the ages.

I have always thought that I am too young to make an article, because it is difficult to make a good article without rich experience as a foundation. In the process of writing, I deeply felt that this view has a certain degree of correctness. Therefore, I can't devote a lot of time to expounding a certain point, and it is simply because I am too inexperienced. Writing some reminiscences, I feel that there are a lot of past events that can be used as a source for my writing. At least I didn't run out of words, I was born and grew up in the countryside, and there are a lot of interesting things and strange phenomena in the countryside, and I'm really worried that writing about some inexplicable things will surprise readers who haven't lived in the countryside.

When I grew up, I walked out of the land that raised me, went to a distant place to study, and only then did I see some of the outside world, but despite this, I also saw a small world; suddenly, I went from the countryside where I had lived for more than ten years to the city, and there were many places that I was not used to, such as not being able to speak too loudly in the city, and you didn't have such worries in the countryside, usually shouting and chatting from this hill to that mountain, which led me to enter the city, and sometimes I couldn't control myself when answering the phone, and I would raise my voice unconsciously; and for example, after I arrived in the city, I developed the habit of going to bed at one o'clock in the morning, and living between the brightly lit streetsSleeping too early can make me panic. But it's different in the countryside, where you're basically snoring before ten o'clock. What's worse is that I'm not used to the way people in the city use water, I have to use up a bucket of water to wash my hands, and I have to use up the water of a tricycle to take a shower. This kind of discomfort comes from the lack of water since childhood, my hometown is perennial drought, and the water that people drink is stored "heaven" water, so the livestock can only drink groundwater, and when the water is urgent, they can only drink bitter spring water with the animals.

I'm not going to compare the city with the countryside in this book, because there is no comparison, each has its own merits. I want to write about some interesting stories from my childhood, about some strange events that happened in the village, and about some unforgettable memories. Try to restore some real pictures, instead of making things up, like writing martial arts novels, as soon as you draw your sword, you will be full of fire. If that were the case, I would have lost the motivation to write the book, and it would have become boring.

I have a lot of worries, and there are a lot of memories that have been sealed for a long time, and even if I try very hard, I may not be able to remember them all, and then I won't be able to do the article. In addition, the writing is limited, and it may not be able to express the exact meaning well, which will make the original simple working people lose their due simplicity and honesty.

I just started to write, stopping wherever I could, and if I couldn't write anymore, I would slow it down, and continue to write when it was better, and strive to complete this memoir successfully. Try our best to reflect some ordinary past events with more brilliance, so that these words can bring more people happiness and memories.

On a hill in our village, it is said that there is a very deep tunnel, which the old people say was dug by the troops who were hiding from Ma Bufang, and they also say that the tunnel starts from the westernmost part of the village and ends at the easternmost part of the village. That is, the mountain that runs through the back of my house, these are the clues provided to us by the old people, and in recent years we have rarely gone home, at most twice a year. The old people who tell these stories, every time I go back, there are basically fewer of them, and there are not many people left in the village now, so about that tunnel, no, let's call it "dark passage", about that secret passage, fewer and fewer people know about that secret passage. Fortunately, when I was in elementary school, a group of our elementary school students had a kind of worship for their ancestors, and several people lit torches together and walked towards the secret passage. Before going into the tunnel, I made full use of the science of nature in elementary school, and I was going to get a live chicken into it, and open the way for us first, so that the lack of oxygen in it would not cost us our lives.

I will talk about it in detail in the follow-up story. I mention it here because I practiced my pen in advance to see if I could tell a ridiculous thing in an orderly manner.

Seriously, there are a lot of things in the countryside that people can't understand, but the people who live there regard some rules as gods, but those things that make people inexplicable secretly manipulate people's nerves. For example, the strange thing in that family, on the first night, the eldest daughter-in-law began to go crazy, and the degree of madness was uncontrollable, and the boss could only consult the elders in the village, and the elders smiled and told the boss: It must be a superstitious thing.

The eldest was tormented by his daughter-in-law's madness, and he was about to go crazy, so he went to the neighboring village to ask Mr. Yin Yang to come over for diagnosis in the dark night. Mr. Yin Yang walked calmly from the night to the light, and when he glanced at the eldest daughter-in-law, he frowned, making people think that this ghost must be difficult. So he took out the compass and yellow paper and other materials and began to clean up the devil with great fanfare...... Phew, go, go, go! Everyone watched Mr. Yin and Yang's every move carefully, watching Mr. Yin Yang's dignified robe move in the middle.

Sure enough, the next day, the boss's daughter-in-law was safe and sound, and her recovery was no different from that of a normal person. When all the villagers were talking about it, it was over, and the second daughter-in-law began to go crazy again, and the symptoms were exactly the same as the eldest daughter-in-law, if it weren't for the coincidence, everyone would think that this was discussed between the eldest daughter-in-law and the second daughter-in-law. However, it doesn't make sense reason, the eldest daughter-in-law and the second daughter-in-law have never interacted with each other, so how can they collude! The second daughter-in-law's madness has also reached the point of being out of control, and the second child has to touch the same night to invite Mr. Yin Yang last night, and after Mr. Yin Yang met the elders in the village, he smiled and greeted him equally.

Mr. Yin and Yang held a sword and swung it in the air, as if there was indeed something in the air. Everyone's expressions were serious, watching Yin and Yang first live and blow up the devil to death in the oil pot. The second daughter-in-law recovered, and Mr. Yin Yang said to the second child embarrassedly, that is the ancestor of your family was not caught last night, and he came to your house tonight, and now he has been caught, and it will be fine. Remember, that bowl can't be moved, it will take 7749 days to go.

Look, there are indeed many strange things in the village that people don't understand, and such things emerge one after another, causing the common people to not take medicine when they are sick, but first ask Mr. Yin and Yang to draw a talisman and stick it on the door, so that the disease seems to disappear.

I'll leave the story behind and I'll tell you about it slowly. While listening to the new things I told, follow me through those good years!