Rural Narrative Lyric Prose: Changes in Rural Areas
When I was young, I struggled with the heart of reading and wanted to enter the city!
I am the son of a farmer, full of persistent and determined blood. The hardship and gloomy situation of my compatriots make me angry. How many times, tens of thousands of times, I deeply called: I want to rise! I'm leaving! I want to leave this closed, conservative, backward and poor village!
Whenever I was young, I worked in the fields, whenever I went to the mountains to cut wood, no matter how hard I climbed, I trembled when I went down the mountain. When you are sweaty, hot and sweaty, the pace is difficult. I made up my mind and shouted from the bottom of my heart: I want to leave! I want to escape!
This is the voice of thousands of peasant children in Qian Qian! This is the voice of many peasant children! Who doesn't yearn for a better life? Who doesn't want to live in a tall building? Who doesn't want to walk on a flat, spacious and bright avenue? Who doesn't want to live a rich and happy life?
However, in rural areas in the 1960s and 1970s, especially in remote villages in our hometown, it was dusty in sunny days and muddy in rainy season. The houses where people live are old and small, and the villages are in ruins. Flies fly everywhere, mice sometimes see them, crows sometimes crow, and sparrows fly everywhere. Farmers' farming is primitive and backward, either digging holes shoulder to shoulder or plowing cattle and pulling horses. People get up early and get greedy for the dark, sweating like a pig, and can only live a hard life. The life of farmers is like this year after year, generation after generation. Even when I was studying in Dazhai, I didn't change much.
Will farmers' lives change? What can farmers expect? Who will save the farmers? Look at the depths of the sky, the clouds are surging and changing! A spring thunder shook the earth, the wind swept away and the waves were rough. In the 1980 s, the situation changed suddenly, China was radiant, the whole country was changing, the society was changing, and the countryside was changing! With the social reform, various ideological trends have flooded into the countryside. Farmers' children have the opportunity to see the prosperity and prosperity of the city and have the opportunity to develop and survive in the city.
Who wants to stay in the country and who doesn't want to jump out of the farm? !
Perhaps my strong desire touched God, or perhaps my inner cry won the mercy of the goddess of fortune. In the 1980s, I went out of the countryside to become a factory worker, and finally got a "golden rice bowl" in my hand. As the son of a farmer, I finally lived in a tall building, saw the appearance of steelmaking and heard the long sound of machines. I finally saw the train running and the plane flying.
I walk in the wide and bright streets, and I flow in the colorful parks. People in the city are fashionable, confident and happy.
Perhaps it is the long-term pursuit of farmers, the sincere expectation of hundreds of millions of people, the cry of farmers' children that shakes the earth, or the wisdom of politicians awakened by gods. In the 1980s and 1990s, a huge reform storm was set off in the land of China, and the sleeping land was full of vitality. In a blink of an eye, many villages organized construction teams, rushed to factories and rushed into cities. Many township-run factories and companies came into being, and young men and women from rural areas flocked to cities to work, do business and pursue further studies.
Agricultural land has undergone qualitative changes, contracting, leasing and selling. Make the land more valuable and poetic. Farmers' houses are also built as planned, with brand-new clothes, modern atmosphere and full of vitality. The village presents rows of high-rise buildings. Spacious access, complete facilities and elegant environment? The dirty, chaotic and poor things of the past are gone forever, and modern urbanized new countryside is blooming everywhere. The times have progressed, the countryside has become rich, and China has revived! Change, let reptiles fly! Change and achieve a common god! Change, constant change, gradual change, scientific change.
Become rich and strong! Become perfect! Enter a brilliant world! Become the prosperous time of China!
When the year 2000 is over, you will be farmers' children, and you will not be as worried and miserable as I was then. Even if you are a spoiled child in the city, you once had a humble view of the countryside, and you can't help but marvel at the changes in the countryside today! Great!
You see: how many once dilapidated villages have become rich towns! How many shy faces reveal joy and happiness now! How many children of farmers who were once frustrated and at a loss have now become entrepreneurs and rich leaders?
Under the blue sky and white clouds, among the green grass in the stream, the mansions and buildings of farmers' children are exposed. On the road in the countryside, farmers' children's Mercedes-Benz and BMW are driving.
I am convinced that smart and hardworking farmers in China will create a better and more harmonious life in modern China!
A new countryside full of vitality will be presented everywhere! Thanks for this era! Thanks for the great reform!
Narrative lyric prose about the countryside-rural dirt road
Whenever it rains, I sit by the window alone and look at the hillside in the distance. The dirt road on the hillside took me back to the distant past. Back to my native land of birth. The homeland that once lived for 30 or 40 years has branded a deep memory in the depths of the soul, and that kind of tranquility and calmness is irreplaceable; That kind of simplicity marks what can't be searched, and it doesn't look colorful at all. Compared with the noisy city, the countryside is like an elegant flower, neither dazzling nor kitsch, quietly guarding a corner.
Memory, every summer after the rain is sunny, walking on a country road, a faint earthy smell permeates the shade, and a fresh and elegant feeling arises spontaneously. The country dirt road in my memory is covered with hoof prints and car marks of cattle and sheep, or the dung of cattle and sheep is left in the middle of the road. The air on the country dirt road under the green trees gives off a smell of grass mixed with the smell of livestock.
The situation on rural roads, the smell of grass and livestock manure, have long been sealed in dusty memories. Nowadays, in rural areas, agricultural tools have replaced cattle and horses, and few farmers raise cattle, sheep and livestock. Cement pavements have replaced dirt roads.
Looking back on memories and looking for the past, children in rural areas used to feel inferior because of cultural and economic backwardness. Children in rural areas have their own unique games, imitating the characters in movies to fight wars, climb trees, throw mud, dig nests, hit sandbags, and even play some intelligent games. Wolves eat babies? With a little primitive and savage play and so on. There are only a few simple games that we enjoy. Almost all the competitions were completed on dirt roads, which made us enjoy it in those years of material and spiritual poverty.
One year, a group of PLA men came to this village. They train every day, carrying telephone lines and quickly wiring along the road. There are also some PLA people who carry walkie-talkies, telegrams and pagers; Some PLA men carry guns and other cross-country training. With a pair of curious eyes, we followed, running before and after, trying to find it? Rare? Staring at the rare things that I have only seen in movies but have never really seen, I envy the daily life of the PLA and their daily actions, and dream of becoming a PLA when I grow up.
One day, news came out from the village that the PLA would hold an exercise at Linhaoba, build a pontoon bridge, and have weapons such as airplanes and tanks that we had never really seen before. Huge? Temptation? I was instigated to carry my family behind my back with some friends in the village, and everyone went to see it together. Unfortunately, the exercise did not go as expected. The brothers ran for a day, traveled more than 30 miles, and walked a big circle around the dirt road of Linhaoba. They didn't see everything they imagined, but they experienced hunger and difficulties. They didn't move home until the afternoon. The smell was unforgettable and naturally attracted scolding from their families.
Childhood memories are bitter. The temptation of a movie is also great. No matter far or near, as long as there is news of the movie, a small mountain village can be boiled. The men, women and children in the village ran to tell each other, and groups of men and women ran on the dirt road in the country. In the dark night, there was no flashlight, so everyone walked back one foot taller. On the way back, there was still a smell of self-righteousness. Cultural feast? Debate with each other, supplement and sort out every plot in the movie, and evaluate the gains and losses of the characters.
When I was a child, the countryside was all dirt roads, but the roadside was always shaded by trees. Cattle, sheep and other livestock are often seen, and their footprints and traces are everywhere. Today's rural dirt roads have been replaced by cement roads, but they have lost trees and traces. When I was a child, trees and flocks of birds were everywhere in the countryside. Now, the countryside is empty, the tall trees are gone, the birds and flowers are gone, and the traces of livestock are hard to find. The memory of rural children can only stay in the sensory memory of film and television works.
The dirt road in the country leads to a simple, simple and unobtrusive village; It is the road to enlightenment of my life thoughts, the hometown of spirit and flesh, and occupies the purest and most important position in my life. It is also the door to the soul paradise; Perhaps it is also the road to the return of body and soul in my dream.
Narrative lyric prose about the countryside: a chronicle of the countryside
In my memory, childhood countryside, movies, acrobatics and magic were a great temptation. Due to the backwardness of culture, there are no more entertainment projects. In the countryside at that time, whoever got married, called a movie, or asked the suona team to play, which was very lively. Shadow play and puppet show will also be popular at any time. Kind villagers spontaneously formed their own music classes, brought their own musical instruments and roared all night. The manners of these well-off urban families provoked villagers from five neighboring towns to join in the fun and set off a bigger scene, which was also the goal and fashion sought after by people at that time.
The countryside has its unique cultural characteristics. Rural culture is the product of farming civilization, with a strong clan color. People of the same clan have lived together for generations, forming their unique local culture, family culture and attitude towards life. Influenced by many factors, such as region, natural climate and so on, a unique farming civilization has emerged imperceptibly.
Rural people love to be lively, and they will enthusiastically help anyone who has business. Even a few neighbors who love Shaanxi opera have a little consultation and communication with the families of the victims. Just a few pots of tea and a few boxes of cigarettes, they will open up a place and connect electric lights, so they will bring their own musical instruments. After things start according to the routine, they will start their own businesses and devote themselves to their own rough singing.
What's more, seeing that the victim's family is well-off or has certain power, he takes the initiative to send movies, shadow plays or puppet shows to his home without the owner's consent, and it is not easy for the owner to spend money at home. Persuaded by the villagers in China, he had to give in in pairs amid praise? Admire? Under the eyes of the public, he completed the routine of rural success.
Feeding room? This term has long been pushed out of the historical stage, and few people in the younger generation or generations know what it is, let alone understand it.
In the past, in the days of the agricultural production team, the feeding room? It is one of the key departments of the whole production team, because men are power and livestock are wealth in the farming era. Animals of the whole production team are kept here, which is the power source of agricultural production of the whole production team and relates to the production efficiency and economic lifeline of the whole production team. In the production team, arrange a few people to feed all the animals, such as mowing, feeding, padding, out of the circle (cleaning up the animal feces), ensuring that the animals have a dry and comfortable living environment, and so on. Breeders are required to live together in the breeding room.
My grandfather used to be a breeder in our production team. When I was a child, my father taught outside, and my mother followed the production team to do farm work, so I didn't have time to look after it. I followed my grandfather all the year round and went in and out of the feeding room. I heard and witnessed the whole process of his old man's raising animals, and I am familiar with everything about the breeding room and the breeder? Working procedure? . My grandfather loves me very much. In those years of lack of materials and mistakes, he took care of me as much as possible and didn't let me go hungry. Every time he cooks for animals, he uses a little in his hand? Right? Detaining some soybeans or red beans and corn and frying them very well (animal feed will not be cooked very well, but it will be cooked to 70% to 80%), which can not only relieve my thirst, but also comfort my hungry stomach.
Grandpa mixed feed with grass to feed animals, so that animals can recharge their batteries and gain weight, which is powerful for agricultural production. A cow, a mule, a horse and a donkey were fattened by his grandfather. The animals made due contributions to the cultivation of the production team, which effectively promoted the agricultural production of our production team and ensured the completion of various agricultural production tasks. According to what was said at that time, the per capita output value of our production team was among the best in the whole commune. Compared with other production teams, the per capita living standard of our production team has been far ahead, and people in the surrounding villages are envious. People in nearby villages hope to find their son-in-law, so my grandfather has been commended by the brigade and commune many times and has been rated as an advanced individual many times.
Every winter, every once in a while, the captain will arrange some labor to clean up the animal manure in the feeding room and push it to the designated place. What do we call it? Dune zone? I haven't touched it all winter. By next spring, before spring ploughing, the mountain of manure will be steaming after fermentation, and there will be white things, and the animal manure will not have the original grass smell and odor, in the words of farmers? Raw feces? Is it finished? Cooked manure? The value and benefit of manure will increase exponentially. Therefore, every spring, the production team will arrange some laborers, organize a considerable number of people to break the dung blocks and grind them very finely, and then organize manpower to transport them to the fields to prepare for spring sowing.
What do we call polishing dirt? Shit? . Every spring, a man and a woman get together? Shit? Everyone worked together, talking and laughing. Do you like to joke after work? Yellow jokes? Or talk about the news on the radio; Some people improvise a few words; Older people like Shaanxi opera and can't help yelling. There was an old man in the village who was called because of his stupid ears. Deaf old man? I was so happy that I couldn't stand everyone's screams. I climbed to the top of the dunghill and used it as a stage. I shouted "Yuanmen chop" and "Sean sells cloth", which drew applause from everyone.
The feeding rooms, warehouses and schools in the village are lined up in the middle of the village. We spent the third grade of junior high school in the village. We can often see the production team leader ringing the bell to urge the villagers to go to work and send jobs. When we heard his abusive voice, we could also see that we blushed for scoring, year-end accounting and distributing food, and even abused and fought with each other for poor rations.
When I was a child, I often hoped that the production team would share grain and oil. Although the share is pitiful every time, it is a gift from the whole family. In my childhood memory, the power of the production team leader is supreme, which is related to our food problem. I dare not offend him at all, or there will be endless pain. Everyone is trying to curry favor with the team leader, hoping to arrange some easy work and earn more work points so as to have a good settlement result at the end of the year. I'm afraid my family is hungry. The captain's children are very strong among our companions and often bully us, but we dare not resist, because there will be contradictions between adults, and no one wants to feel uncomfortable for themselves.
Childhood memories are bitter, but they are also happy. There are not many games, and hunger often bothers us. Every spring, almost every family will have a spring famine. The elders carefully calculated the only rations early, and occasionally mixed some wild game Sophora japonica, alfalfa, bitter vegetables, shepherd's purse, gray vegetables and so on. Ensure that the whole family will not go hungry and get new food. Every school or Sunday, we often dig wild vegetables in groups. Stealing alfalfa? At that time, every production team used alfalfa to feed the animals. Just in the spring, the new buds are tender, smooth and delicious), I look for Bupleurum, Honghu, Astragalus, Forsythia, Sophora japonica, motherwort and other medicinal materials everywhere; Or weed to help mother feed pigs, and at the end of the year, you can change some money to help your family tide over the difficulties; The money from digging and selling medicines can subsidize the expenses of school supplies or solve problems.
In my spare time, I occasionally talk to my daughter, but she doesn't think so. She doesn't believe it at all, and she doesn't know the taste of hunger. She just feels fresh and mutters that wild vegetables taste so good.
On rural prose:
1. Feel the rural prose
2. Rural lyric prose
3. Classic prose describing rural areas
4. Prose describing rural nights