Nightmare loess

The fourth quarter firewood

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the villagers stopped eating and sleeping.Before the farming work in the team was busy, the suffering people began to work on their own tents, collecting firewood, repairing kilns, picking up pigs, sheep and chicken pens, picking up manure and sending it to their private plots.In short, one's own family needs to be in order, and relying on the team alone cannot solve all life problems.Last winter, a group of educated youths came to build the Jiutan ditch.This year the educated youths did not come back home, and everyone also had opinions on the damming last winter: "Let the suffering people collect firewood and take care of their own affairs." The team did not arrange any more damming and field work.

Firewood is the most frequent consumable in daily life besides food, and it is the most important living material that cannot rely on the collective economy.Although the natural conditions in northern Shaanxi are backward, human life is still quite evolved.Many middle-aged sufferers and mothers-in-law do not drink cold water.When suffering in the field, he only drank the water in the can sent by himself.No matter how hot or thirsty, the young children never took a sip of the spring water drawn from the ditch.He also earnestly persuaded the educated youth not to drink raw water, saying: "You will know when you are older, your heart hurts, and life is hard!" Therefore, sufficient firewood for boiling water and cooking must be prepared.

Every household in the rural areas of northern Shaanxi is always piled with firewood, hard sticks, soft branches, wormwood, and sorghum straw, with the roots facing inward and the branches facing outward.From the shape and size of the firewood pile, one can tell whether a family is in a good or bad state.In some houses, the firewood pile is as high as a person, and it looks like a wall when viewed from the inside. Most of them are dry and hard firewood.Some households piled up some spikes, wormwood stalks, and shredded sorghum stalks in a sparse and loose manner. There was little hard firewood, and the piles were not in shape.

In recent years, more and more land has been opened up, and the deep wasteland has become less and less, and the canals covered with hardwood are rare in the north of the Yanhe River.Although Lengmiaogou has a wide range of valleys and slopes, it has been widely planted and harvested in recent years, and the plantation has continued to expand. Not to mention the nearby forests and shrubs, even hard wood such as jujube and wolf teeth are rare.If you want to chop some hardwood, you have to travel a long way to the mountain, and it is very hard to cut a hundred catties of hardwood and carry it back. There is no good laborer who can endure hardship at home, so it is impossible to prepare for the firewood piled up on the side of the eyelids. Goods.

In the first year, all the food in the collective stove was burned with carbon (coal), and there were not a few matches for the year.One is the scraps and shavings left over from making doors and windows in the new kiln, and the other is that the team gave a few tree stumps to store grain, split them, and burned them for a year.I can't rely on the team as the starting point for next year.The settling fee has been used up, and it is not yet clear whether the team's dividends will be enough to buy carbon money for the coming year.In any case, it is necessary to prepare some firewood.The hardwood is also needed, whether it is lighting a fire to burn charcoal or starting a stove in a large pot, without hardwood this collective stove cannot be maintained.

Although after one year, I have learned about farm work, but I haven't experienced the serious cutting of firewood and willow trees.I just wanted to go with someone, and after asking around, no one wanted to go with him.Early in the morning, the sufferers took their back ropes and dry food, picked up their heads and went out.Wu Changgui was widowed, and it was a little late after finishing breakfast and dry food, and preparing a meal for the baby.Shuqing wrapped him up and took him to collect firewood.Changgui couldn't help it, and said: "You can keep up with each other, but when you get to the place, you will be separated."

In fact, it's not that Changgui dislikes the educated youth Liu Shuqing.The woodcutters in Lengmiaogou are all alone.One is that firewood is scarce, and everyone has a few lush places that they have found, and they are unwilling to share; second, it is because of scarcity, and it is easy to have disputes over one or two strong firewood when cutting together; third, cutting firewood is hard, The road is far away and the ditch is deep, and it is even more miserable to carry firewood back. Should we help each other or not?Coupled with the fact that the educated youth is a student, it is even more cumbersome to bring.

Even so, Changgui and Shuqing went on the road together, feeling not depressed.Instead, he became cheerful and happy.Because he usually gets along very well with the educated youth, and because he is widowed, he often eats and drinks with the educated youth on the stove and in the field. Shuqing takes good care of him, and hangs out like brothers.In the winter, when he had nothing to do, Shuqing slept (qiǔ) in the cave in Changgui and learned to sing the folk songs of northern Shaanxi from him. His whole body was hot from singing, so he turned to Geliangzi to sing.

This time when the firewood came out, there was a vast expanse, and the throats of the two of them were itchy.As soon as he was on the road, Chang Gui started to roar.There are many young men in the village who can sing, but Changgui has a good voice and can sing a lot.Shuqing liked his roar the most, when Chang Gui roared, Shuqing's whole body became hot, and he also roared.Changgui became even more enthusiastic, stood down, and shouted at the mountains and ravines beneath his feet:

"That mule who walks the leader

the three lamps

oh, that bell

Oh wow that sound"

Shuqing was puzzled, this tune is very pleasant, and the flavor of northern Shaanxi is very strong.As soon as I arrived in northern Shaanxi, I got off the bus in Fuxian County. At the welcome meeting, there was a loudspeaker singing folk songs in northern Shaanxi.Shuqing said, "You're not singing right," and roared:

"There is a pagoda building on Pagoda Mountain,

Closely attached to the sky.

Oops, □□a leader we——

Make trouble and turn over. "

Chang Gui said with a smile, "This tune is called "The Spirit of Animals", and the word you learned was changed later. All the people in Sichuan are singing your word. Today I will let you listen to the original "Spirit of the Animals" in the valley. Chasing Animal Spirits."

"That huba with the white neck

The one facing south

Oh, the man who chased the animal spirits

oh come on

If you were my sister

beckon your hand

You are not my sister

go your way"

Chang Gui sang the old words of the tune that he listened to as soon as he entered northern Shaanxi, and it really smelled like loess. Shuqing listened to it and remembered the words.

After singing, Changgui said: "In the past, haulers were often far away from home. They were homesick and missed their mother-in-law, so they had to sing. Uncle Dexin used to be a hauler, so he liked to sing hauler songs. It's very nice."

"Zouxikou" is also a song for pulling feet?" Shuqing learned "Zouxikou" from Changgui, and there is no doubt that it is indeed a classic song of people from northern Shaanxi. Before Changgui could answer, Shuqing sang stand up:

"Brother, go west

Little sister is hard to stay

There are a few silly words

Brother, keep it in mind

walk you take the road

don't take the path

There are many people on the road

Speak to relieve sorrow"

Shuqing made a monster, learned a female voice, and added a Beijing accent with a soft voice, which is also mellow and eloquent.

This time it was Changgui's turn to be fascinated, full of emotion: "It's good to have a woman, thinking of you, biting you. I can't finish talking about parting."

After walking silently for a while, Chang Gui said: "There is another tune in "Going to the West Gate", which is old and slow." Chang Gui hummed a piece of music in his throat:

It's not the usual roaring singing, it's soft, continuous, repeated over and over again, it's another style.Shuqing was surprised—there are folk songs in northern Shaanxi that are sung like this. "Walking", "staying in a hotel", "eating", "sleeping", "anti-theft", "anti-theft"-a little girl dragged her lover who was about to leave, and endlessly instructed everything on the road, the ancient rhyme still Survival, lingering affection, and long history, it makes Shuqing feel a lot of thoughts-there is such a profound culture on the high slope of the loess.

While singing, Chang Gui stopped abruptly and said: "No, no, I miss my mother-in-law for a long time—" Then, he changed the tune again and roared:

"In the dark of night, light a lamp and you shine,

One more pillow and one less you;

hugging the pillow as you,

He kissed the buckwheat husk. "

Shuqing laughed when he heard it, but Changgui sang very solemnly, thinking about women.Shuqing casually made up a sentence:

"I miss you, I miss you, I miss you,

Red beans and rice in a stuffy pot;

There is a good time at home,

The younger sister naturally went home. "

Chang Gui glared at him:

"The yellow mustard blossoms are yellow on top,

My sister is on the apex of Russia's heart,

The baby is crying and looking for her mother, but she can't find her.

Han wanted his sister to top the tank. "

While singing, he went down the ditch (hà), Shuqing knew that he was missing the departed mother-in-law, but he didn't want to answer those words, so he stopped singing.Changgui was in high spirits, but Shuqing didn't respond, a little discouraged, and went on alone.

After all, Shuqing is a scholar, ignorant of worldly affairs, mischievous in his heart, and provocatively: "Do you miss women that much?"

Changgui turned his head and widened his eyes and said, "You don't want to? Which suffering person doesn't want a woman, which northern Shaanxi man doesn't want a woman? It's dark, it's hard to live!" There is no dirty, only thoughts.

And walked forward silently. "Why did the sister-in-law leave you?"

"There's nothing to eat." He said slowly: the second year after Lao Jia was arrested, there was still a famine, and the public rations increased again.Because Shunxiang was taken away, Demao was overwhelmed and fell ill.The mother-in-law gave birth to a baby and took care of the doctor, Changgui suffered a lot of famine, and the little daughter-in-law had no milk to feed the baby, no food and hungry, crying and making troubles, the anxious Changgui picked up and beat him a few times, and a craftsman who rolled leather came. , gave a piece of cake, and ran away.

"How is sister-in-law?"

"It's okay! Riqi board, it can suck away the soul!"

Shuqing was a little disconcerted, and wanted to ask his sister-in-law about romantic matters such as her personality and feelings, but when Chang Gui talked about sex, Shuqing didn't know much about it, so she had nothing to say.

"Hey, I don't believe it, you are really gods, and you can't solve (hài) men and women's affairs!" He also said, "You educated youth girls are all grown up, and the bosses are not young. If you marry, make peace with Russia." Make peace."

This time it was Shuqing's turn to glared at Changgui. With a sound of "啦", he bowed his head and walked forward.Shuqing is full of scholarly minds, the girls on the stove are just like the girls in Baoyu’s Grand View Garden, they are all made of water, crystal clear and pure, so how can these dirty and suffering people spoil them—in this respect, they are gone. A tribute to the poor and lower-middle peasants.

"That girl Yun is good. She has a round body and big hooks. She is miserable and has no home. After two days, I will fall in love with her and marry her." Chang Gui laughed.

"How dare you!" Shuqing said fiercely.

"Brother, could it be that she is already your woman? If that's the case, brother will never interfere."

"nonsense."

"I don't believe it, you follow each other during the first two months, you go in and out of one house, and then go back to the kitchen when it's dark, what are you doing? Tell my brother..." The rest of the words are endless, unbearable.

Shuqing didn't interrupt him, his whole body was hot, he trotted all the way, and fell into the ditch.Chang Gui shouted: "You can cut in this ditch, come back early, remember the way back." Turning around, he went north to Jiguan Mountain.Although Changgui and Shuqing were separated in the end, in fact Changgui still took Shuqing to a place where wood was cut.

The trees in this ditch have never been there, but they know the direction.I climbed Dongshan during the holidays, and I have seen the terrain and orientation.It belongs to one of several ditches in Dongshan to the east, called Fengtuanyu.To the south of the ditch is Dongping Mao, which extends from Dongshan Mountain, and to the north is Zhubei Mao, which connects to Zhubei Ridge.The way is also very familiar, from Naoban mountain to Dongguxian, to the east, across Zhubeiling official road, Zhengdong is Fengtuanyu, Shuqing and Changgui are separated on the official road, so Shuqing Not afraid of getting lost.

There was no road in the ditch, and it was the dirtiest ditch Shuqing had ever seen, with criss-crossed slopes, criss-cross trenches, and two mountains in a V-shape pressing down on the bottom of the ditch.There is almost no flat footing on the bottom of the ditch. "No wonder no one came here to farm!" Shuqing laughed when he heard about the fight between Lengmiaogou and Fengjiagou for Feng Tuanyu.If you don’t plant crops, you should grow shoot forests, but as far as you can see, there are neither shoot trees nor shrub forests.When I went down the slope, some dry branches were blurred out of the soil, obviously the top branches had been cut off, and the roots were not dead, but some new branches sprouted.Picking up the picket and cutting some new branches, it took a long time to make up a small pile.

A little frustrated, I sat down to rest, lay down and looked up at the sky, closed my eyes and dreamed, suddenly came out the last few words of Chang Gui's molestation in the haze, felt hot all over, and saw the scene of the soul coming out of the body after dying of exhaustion years ago, Xiao Yun Wiping his body, warming the quilt,...waking up with a start.Suddenly, he saw a pair of big, round, black eyes staring at him.I was a little surprised at first, those eyes were bright, deep, soft and focused, they looked at him without moving or blinking.If you don't move your gaze, it won't move either.It seems to be seeing through your heart and looking directly at your soul.Shuqing had seen this pair of eyes in Guotagou, but they were not as big or as deep.Shuqing suddenly felt ashamed, as if someone had seen through the filth in the confusion just now, so he quickly looked away.A cat-sized animal with a round body, a funny little face like a bear, and a pointed nose.The furry crouched there.Seeing that you didn't look at it anymore, and you didn't have any malice, you bent down to dig the roots under you again.The tree roots are thick and deep, and it doesn't want to dig them out, but the tender white fibrous roots that are exposed while digging.After digging for a while, it was too deep, so I moved to dig another tree root.Shuqing suddenly had an idea, chopping off those broken branches would be better than digging out the roots.So he picked up the pickaxe and dug up the root of the tree that the little animal had just dug up on the slope.After digging for two or three hours, the hole got deeper and deeper, but the foundation was not visible. I was so tired that I rested, drank water and ate dry food.The little animal ran over again to plan and eat the crushed fibrous roots in the soft soil pit.

The sun has turned to the west of Dongshan.Shuqing thought, greed is not enough for snakes to swallow elephants, the roots of this tree are still deep, and I don't know if I can dig them out until tomorrow, so I can't delay, just cut them off.He picked up the head of the shovel and cut towards the bottom of the tree root. It was so hard that his hand hurt from the shock.The ditch gradually became dark, Shuqing desperately chopped down the roots, sawdust splashed, the tiger's mouth hurt, and sweat dripped down.The cold wind gradually picked up, whizzing through the ditch, but fortunately the moon was rising, half-hooked obliquely, and it was not dark.Saying that he is not greedy, Shuqing is not willing to give up.This section of tree root is round and solid, and if it is split, it will burn more than a back of firewood.

Thinking of threshing at the end of autumn, everyone pointed to a fern tree growing in the cellar beside the field and made a bet that who would dare to go down and chop up that firewood.The fern tree is two or three feet down the cliff, and I don't know how deep it is from the bottom of the cliff. It grows independently on the cliff, more than ten feet long, and it is as thick as an arm when viewed from a distance. It is extremely difficult to see nearby, and it is greedy to look at.Shuqing is in charge of the kitchen, and he doesn't care about firewood, rice, oil, and salt. Although it is burning charcoal, there is still a shortage of matches.The fern was evidently good wood.Shuqing is stingy and frugal by nature, and his heart itches unbearably, so he volunteers to step off the cliff, and the educated youth persuade him, and his determination is made.Everyone tied up the back rope and tied it to Shuqing's body. Xing Fei sincerely wrapped the end of the rope around his body, and the others pulled the rope and slowly put Shuqing down.Shuqing landed near the fern tree with his head. The soil on the cliff was dry and loose, and the roots of the tree fell out after a few heads. He asked someone to put down a rope, tie it, and pull it up.Everyone pulled Shuqing again. It was easy to put it down, but it was difficult to pull it up. Everyone struggled, Xing Fei shouted a slogan, and Xing Fei firmly resisted the rope down several times. There was nowhere to kick, his body was strangled so that he couldn't breathe, he was already dizzy and sadly waiting to die... Pulled up to the edge of the cliff, Shuqing couldn't breathe for a long time.Think about it, I'm terrified.The fern tree was always reluctant to burn firewood. De Mao said that the fern tree is the best handle, which is soft and smooth, so he asked Changgui to make a handle and put the head on it. It is really easy to use, and the educated youths are eager to use it .Liu Shuqing has only been in Lengmiaogou for more than a year, and has "three deaths and one life". People say that this baby's fate is deeply connected with Lengmiaogou.

Thinking about that stick, Shuqing would not be willing to give up the root of the tree in front of him.Cut until three poles on the moon, full of stars.With a little left, even prying and shaking, finally broke the round root of the tree.Lie on his back to the sky for a while, watching the stars and blinking, the cold moon and cold palace, the wind can't help, so he quickly got up and tied the root of the tree.The roots of this tree are not intertwined, but there are also some larger roots and branches around it, which is impossible to carry.Quickly cut off some broken roots, Shuqing was a little distressed - a piece of hard firewood on the top of a broken root.Strap it up, on your shoulders.The roots of the cut trees are less than one meter long, not thick enough to be round, and not enough for half a village of grain in terms of volume.Shu Qing, who had experience in carrying food, straightened up without hesitation, the rope was tightly strangled, and just after leaving the ground, he sat back down, dead sinking!With this fierce force, Shuqing was a little bit out of breath.Take a breath, readjust, move the tree roots up the slope, lean on them, straighten your legs, and step up the slope.Fortunately, the place where the roots were dug was not far from the top of the slope. After struggling up the slope, I saw the bright moonlight on the official road, and my mood improved a lot.Shuqing rested for a first month, ate and drank well, and his physical strength and energy recovered well. All the way downhill, thinking about chopping firewood the first day, he carried a big log lump on his back, and couldn't help feeling relieved.

The village was already in the dark, and there was no light in the house. When I came to the new kiln, I heard Xiaoyun asking from a long distance: "Are you back?" Put down the roots, and hurried into the stove, wash your face with hot water, and put it on the heating kang, and the rice is steaming , The pickles are delicious.He picked it up and drank it, and asked for another bowl, feeling dizzy.I don't know if it's Changgui's provocative words, or the sense of accomplishment from returning to the roots, Shuqing is very excited tonight.Describe the landform of Feng Tuanyu, the spirituality of small animals, the difficulty of digging the roots, and praise the huge, strong and practical roots.Chattering while eating, in the dark cave dwelling, only the bean-sized oil lamp was flickering, only his figure was shaking, and only his voice was echoing.But Shuqing felt that someone was listening, and this feeling made him even more excited and irritable.

"It's past twelve o'clock, hurry up and go to bed."

"Twelve o'clock? Do you have a watch?" Shuqing was a little rambunctious.

Xiaoyun stood out from the dark, put the bowls and chopsticks on the table on the stove, and moved the table from the Kang.The short, ear-length hair that covered half of the face shone softly under the oil lamp.Shuqing was a little dazed, and the soft hair (fá) made Shuqing sigh with emotion—there is such a tender thing in the world.Stretch out the back of your hand to touch it, the light doesn't fluctuate, and wait there quietly...

"Oh, it's so late, don't go back..." He grabbed the ends of his hair.Shuqing was really in a daze tonight, Shuqing himself developed late, and he only had fantasies about the relationship between men and women, not any blasphemous thoughts, it was all teased by Wu Changgui.

"You bastard!" A red face flung over, with resentment and anger, he threw the kang table to the ground, turned around and ran out of the kiln door.

Shuqing hurriedly followed behind and said, "I mean, you live in the kitchen, and I'll go to Jianguang's cave."

"You're freezing to death!" I turned around and ran faster.Shuqing followed closely and sent to Xiaoyun's cave entrance.

After closing the door, Xiaoyun leaned against the door, her face burning hot.Since the movement, the situation has changed suddenly. She has lost news of her relatives for a long time, and even lost her financial resources.People say that it is hard to return home, but she is homeless, helpless, and lonely.On this winter day, there was a boy who shared suffering and loneliness with her, and she felt relieved from the bottom of her heart. She was older than him, cared for this little boy like a sister, nursed him from the exhausted soul, and changed his clothes Wipe his body and drain the filth on the heating kang.If you say it's all about sister and brother, there is no sense of gender, the girl develops earlier, and she is older, so it is still somewhat touched.But she didn't dare to have unreasonable thoughts.Tonight, that young boy actually grabbed her hair, and touched her whole body like an electric shock, making her blood boil, and almost plunged her head into his arms... She leaned against the door, her whole body was hot, and her face was full of tears.When she opened the door again, there was only the dark mountains winding in the moonlight.

Early the next morning, Shuqing was so happy to play with the tree root that he forgot what happened last night.He placed the tree roots to the edge of his eyelids, not in a hurry to split them, but to show off.Passers-by were envious, and praised it with their mouths, and some complained: "It's a crime, I cut off the roots, and it's even harder to find firewood." Xiaoyun came over and said that he would also cut firewood with him, and the tree was green. Rejection: "Northern Shaanxi people chop firewood, and they all go alone. How can anyone bring a woman to chop firewood. It's inconvenient!"

"It's convenient for you to pull people's hair!" Xiaoyun said deliberately "angry".

Shuqing blushed, remembering that she had lost her words last night.How can you have such thoughts and actions when someone rescues you several times like a sister.Twitching for a while, he said, "Okay then, I'll take you to a place today."

Go to Guotagou.But not chopping firewood.

For half a year, he always had that beautiful paradise in his dreams. The more he suffered and the more tired he was, the more vivid the tranquil scenery of Guotagou became.He was haunted by dreams and urged him to look at it again.There is plenty of time in winter, and it would be nice to take this sister who saved his life to see his favorite peach blossom garden without chopping firewood today.

Guotagou in winter is even more peaceful. Although there are no fruit trees, petals everywhere, yushu silver decorations, and white carpet-like paths, it has a different scenery.There are icicles hanging on the small waterfall in Qiangou.Crossing the small bridge and walking to the bank of the alkali, every house in the village is covered with thin white snow on the courtyard walls, lintels and shelves.There is also white snow on the red peppers hanging at the door, and the red and white are really beautiful.Xiaoyun was amazed by the sight, and lost her love for a moment, Shuqing opened the gate of a courtyard, and dragged Xiaoyun into the cave.The dry kiln has a sliding roof, white walls and bright windows, Xiaoyun said "Wow!", picked up the broom and swept the dust on the kang.Shuqing also picked up a big broom to sweep the snow in the yard.The two were busy for a while, and the cave dwelling and yard were neat and tidy like a new home.Xiaoyun couldn't help blurting out: "It would be great if I had such a home." Shuqing said excitedly, "It's our home." coming.Walked out of the courtyard gate.

The ditches and ditches in the back ditch are paved with white snow, and even the ditch wall and the tree forks protruding from it are covered with white snow. The pavilion in the middle of the mountain is not covered by branches and leaves, and it stands there covered with white snow in the distance. , like a jade girl.Shuqing and Xiaoyun walked arm in arm across the snow and climbed onto the small pavilion.Xiaoyun heard from Shuqing that there was a wolf's den in Guotagou, so she tightly held Shuqing's hand, not daring to take a step away.After wiping off the snow on the pavilion bench, the two sat down next to each other.All around is a white world, like a gorgeous white hall.The footprints of the two of them are mixed with the footprints of small animals, which are cheerfully written all over the ditch below.It is not as crisp as the insects and birds in summer, and it is quietly like a music hall with a curtain call.The entire landscape oil painting is generally immersed in the tranquility of nature.Xiaoyun looked sideways at Shuqing, he focused his eyes on every corner of the entire back ditch, opened his mouth slightly, and looked softly, feeling the deep love in his heart, he loves this beautiful scenery, loves this Jingyi, loves this big Naturally, his arm involuntarily wrapped around her shoulders, and she felt that this little boy's heart was as pure as the snow in the ditch, clean and flat, without any obscenity, she leaned her head on his chest, as affectionate as he was Enjoying the whiteness and tranquility for a long time, forgetting everything around.

On the way back, I passed the archway, which was mottled and still vicissitudes.Thinking of the inscription on the plaque that Lao Hu talked about when they had dinner at Lao Hu's house during the Chinese New Year, both of them said that they must distinguish clearly this time.The front side was really hard to see, but the back side (the side facing the village), the two of them opened their eyes wide and tried hard to identify it.The last two strokes of the first word: vertical hook + dot, faintly visible.The second character is covered by a broken grass roof, and three strokes are left on the upper part: two vertical and one horizontal.Xiaoyun murmured: "It should be a cursive character." The third character, the vigorous and powerful three dots of water on the left are clearly discernible.Xiaoyun happily said: "The radical of this word must be three dots of water!" The two said in unison, "It's not the Peach Garden of the old nonsense." , Passed the test.Obviously this is the word "Peach Blossom Spring", the two were overjoyed.Not for anything else, just because the name is too literal.The two wanted to trace the characters on the plaque, and they found some firewood. Shuqing hugged Xiaoyun's leg and lifted it up, but she couldn't reach it several times, so she gave up.Looking back, Shuqing found the stone slab where he wrote "My Peach Blossom Spring", where there was no writing on it.Shuqing muttered about writing "Our Peach Blossom Spring" again, but Xiao Yun took the charcoal and still wrote: "My Peach Blossom Spring" and placed it in the middle of the road.

In the days to come, Shuqing still chops firewood alone, and doesn't take Xiaoyun up the mountain if he says something wrong.Xiaoyun had to grind rice and flour at home.

Shuqing fell in love with chopping firewood, and traveled all over the surrounding mountains, valleys and forks.It is said to be chopping firewood, but in fact, I am intoxicated in the ever-changing and colorful scenery of the loess high slope.Chopping firewood is much more free than suffering in the fields, and the mood is extraordinarily comfortable.Everything is beautiful to look at, and joyful to listen to. The desolate slopes can be seen to be majestic, the lonely folk songs can be heard to be melodious, the birds on the dead branches are cheerful, and the green shoots emerging from the yellow earth are hope. Only when you enter the hinterland of the northern Shaanxi plateau can you know the magnificence of nature.