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That year, Mrs. Qi's husband went to sea with a fishing boat, and suddenly encountered a violent storm, and the boat sank into the sea, and there has been no news since. Mrs. Qi didn't have any relatives to go to, and she couldn't go back to Longxian, which was thousands of miles away, so she lived alone in a small seaside village. When he was old, he was alone and couldn't do any work, so he became the only five-guarantee household in the production team at that time.

At that time, although it was a large collective, it took good care of the five guarantee households. All the things that the production team distributes, such as grain, firewood, grass, vegetables, etc., must pick the best and send it to Mrs. Qi first. Later, when every household was a yard with earthen walls and brick walls, according to the strength of the production team, it was not a problem to build an earthen wall or brick wall for Mrs. Qi and set up a wooden door. But the production captain is a careful person, pondering Mrs. Qi's fence wall, which is not high, permeable and bright, listening to live, convenient communication, people come and go, Mrs. Qi is not lonely, if there is a headache and brain fever, it is also convenient to greet people. So the fence wall was replaced every year, and it has been accompanied by Mrs. Qi until the end of her life.

Around this last fence wall in the village, many stories have been born, which are still passed down in the alleys of the hometown and engraved in the memories of the villagers.

Under Mrs. Qi's fence wall, it is often the liveliest place in half the village. At that time, there were no kindergartens or nurseries in the countryside, and when the summer harvest was summer and the autumn harvest was busy, many families had no one to take care of the children, so they put the children under the fence wall of Mrs. Qi, and said hello to Mrs. Qi, and asked Mrs. Qi to take a look. No matter who sent the child, Mrs. Qi smiled and agreed. So, a group of children gathered around Mrs. Qi's fence wall, looking at flowers, catching insects, catching dragonflies, and pretending to be a family. The trumpet flowers on the fence wall, faint red, children will pick a few, put them in their hands and rub them a few times, wipe them on their faces, two little red cheeks, are the earliest love of beauty for children. Pumpkins are particularly spicy and easy to grow, and every year when the pumpkin vines climb all over the fence wall, the leaves completely cover the fence wall. Golden flowers bloom one after another, forming a natural wall of flowers. The bees that provoked the bees to hide in the stamens to collect pollen, the friends always like to tiptoe over, while the bees are not paying attention, quickly close the horn of the pumpkin flower and pinch it in their hands. Listening to the anxious buzzing of bees rushing left and right in the flowers and unable to find a way out, my heart blossomed. Seeing that they were silent, I thought they had been suffocated, but as soon as I let go, they flew out and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A group of naughty children, walking hundreds of times around the fence wall every day, looking for every curiosity and freshness under the fence wall, all sweating profusely, busy and happy. At this time, when some children are thirsty, Mrs. Qi will hand over a bowl of water, some children are naughty and tired, Mrs. Qi will bring a coat and let the children sleep on it, and some children cry for no reason, and Mrs. Qi will pick a few cucumbers from the fence wall to coax the children.

Mrs. Paint's fence wall has infinite interest. Although it is only a simple fence wall, Mrs. Paint's yard is planted with cucumbers, carrots, and peach trees full of red peaches. Because Mrs. Qi is a stable person, and has helped families to watch their children, although she is a five-guarantee household, she is very respected by the adults and children in the village. Therefore, even the most greedy children do not cross the fence wall, let alone pull turnips, cucumbers, or peaches. One year, my little friend Qiusheng was very greedy, secretly picked up the fence wall, went to Mrs. Qi's yard and picked a handful of peaches, which happened to be discovered by his own father, so Qiusheng was twisted by his father and taken to Mrs. Qi's fence wall, not only to send back the peaches, but also to Mrs. Qi to compensate for it. Moreover, Qiusheng's father immediately repaired the fence wall.

In her later years, Mrs. Qi was old and could barely cook and eat. The draught is all the three laborers surnamed Wang and Li who take turns to fetch water from the well and send it to Mrs. Qi's house, and Mrs. Qi's water tank has never been cut off. One night in the midsummer of 1962, the Longwang River behind the village suddenly flooded, and the water overflowed the embankment and soon entered the village. The production team leader didn't care about anything, and immediately carried Mrs. Qi out of the fence wall and sent her to a safe place on Xiling, and then went home to evacuate her family. As soon as the day was dawning, the villagers were evacuated to the slope of Xiling to avoid the flood, everyone was frightened, looking at the flooded village, they all shouted to Mrs. Qi, who was sitting in the crowd, and responded loudly: I am here, it was the captain who carried me out, and the people in the village let go of their worries and worries.

How many years have passed, the fence wall has long been sealed in people's memories and become history, and Mrs. Qi has long been gone. But the fence wall of her yard has always been in my heart, blooming yellow loofah flowers, white gourd flowers, red plum bean flowers, and pink blue and purple trumpet flowers...... It was the last fence wall in the village, and the loneliest and weakest old man lived in the humble house. But the loneliest and weakest old man has won the respect and love of every family in the village, young and old, she has woven the truest and most beautiful notes in the world for the children of the village between the fence walls, and the villagers have also composed poems for her that are always simple and warm. The fence wall full of branches and leaves, melons and fruits, together with the simple nostalgia and era, are forever engraved in people's memory.

Childhood memories, with tenacious vitality, are unforgettable and lingering, and they often remind me to write about that section of the fence wall. When I finally wrote it today, I suddenly realized that what I really missed was more than Mrs. Paint's fence wall...... It was the captain who carried me out, and the people of the village let go of their worries and worries.

How many years have passed, the fence wall has long been sealed in people's memories and become history, and Mrs. Qi has long been gone. But the fence wall of her yard has always been in my heart, blooming yellow loofah flowers, white gourd flowers, red plum bean flowers, and pink blue and purple trumpet flowers...... It was the last fence wall in the village, and the loneliest and weakest old man lived in the humble house. But the loneliest and weakest old man has won the respect and love of every family in the village, young and old, she has woven the truest and most beautiful notes in the world for the children of the village between the fence walls, and the villagers have also composed poems for her that are always simple and warm. The fence wall full of branches and leaves, melons and fruits, together with the simple nostalgia and era, are forever engraved in people's memory.

Childhood memories, with tenacious vitality, are unforgettable and lingering, and they often remind me to write about that section of the fence wall. When I finally wrote it today, I suddenly realized that what I really missed was more than Mrs. Paint's fence wall......