Feel the countryside
Grandpa's genealogy is four thick books, half a foot thick, which are heavily placed on the table. In the crowded genealogy, the three words representing me are not as big as a locust tree leaf. But that's enough. For a person, at the end of his life, all he can do is support the world.
One day many years later, if someone in the younger generation is lucky enough to read these three words, they also know the existence of such a person, just like my ancestors in the genealogy, with no specific image, no voice and smile, only blood flowing in the body. I can't imagine how much the younger generation knows about me. Compared with the latecomers, people in the past are like an unfathomable universe, boundless, and even if they ponder for a lifetime, they can only know the fur.
But I know that in this land where I lived, there must be something that will remember me, just like a bird remembers a tree where it lived on a stormy night, and a bee remembers a little honey it brewed for the first time.
As a person who has walked and lived in this land, what can I remember? My contemporaries have disappeared like me, and the younger generation are eagerly experiencing the life of their own time. No one will care about the clods in an ordinary man's field.
The big Toona tree at the entrance of the village may still remember some of my childhood. For me, who was waiting to grow up, childhood was as long as lying in bed waiting for dawn on a sleepless night. Looking back on childhood now is as short as a day. The year of childhood is so different from that of adulthood that I am often confused about the fairness and reliability of time.
From the long years before my life began, Toona sinensis has been standing in my unpredictable future. Watching me go from one side of life to the other, it will suddenly remind me at a certain moment. One late summer afternoon, a six-year-old child timidly walked among the old people who were dozing in the shade of cicadas. He pulled his trousers tightly with his hands, carefully and puzzled. This group of old people who give the burden of life to their younger generations have no expectations for the future. Their greatest interest is to gather in the shade of the big Toona sinensis tree every summer, just like farming their own fields, tirelessly turning over memories and repeating distant or recent past events over and over again. Their other interest is to laugh at and tease every male school girl who passes by them.
They played tricks on the child under the tree more than once. Sometimes when he passed them, he would take off his pants, then burst into laughter and watch him frantically lift his pants and run away. Sometimes they make him curious in the form of games.
"I hold your nose, can you open your mouth?"
When the child raises his face and opens his mouth when his nose is pinched, what the old man holds in his hand will also fall into his mouth, which is a piece of dried chicken excrement.
Once, the child came out of the supply and marketing cooperative in the street, carrying a bowl full of soy sauce and walking slowly and carefully. They all laughed when they saw him from a distance. The children moved forward steadily, step by step, unaffected by their laughter. Suddenly, one of them shouted, "There is a hole under the bowl, and it is leaking!" " "The child looked at the bowl upside down without thinking.
When the child walked to the yard where his grandparents lived with a sad face and a bowl, his grandparents laughed their heads off at his immature back and fidgety steps.
When I was six years old, I learned to distinguish between a good joke and a bad joke from the smiles on people's faces. This precocious ability benefits from this group of old people sitting under the big Toona sinensis tree doing nothing.
The nest of ants in the corner of the barn outside the village should remember me. When I was a teenager, I caught worms and fed them. The naughty little mule colt also came to look around. I waved to drive it away, but it turned around and slapped me on the forehead with its newly walking hoof. Its hoof left a deep pain and a permanent scar for the first time in my life history. When I ran back to the yard like a frightened rabbit across the field, I wondered if it would regret its heavy hooves. I really should be grateful that this lesson is just right. If I go any further, I may become the one-eyed pirate king, and the world will be different in my mind from now on. Although I am equally curious about the world seen by one-eyed, it feels a bit monotonous if I spend my whole life experiencing it.
My teenager gave the campus, and the bell of Jingjing campus is the king of time, which controls the class, goes to bed and gets up. If I notice a person who often does 3.1-point exercise in dormitory, canteen and library, I should leave a deep impression on campus. It gave me a spiritual world, the beginning and end of my first love, and a reincarnation that spans thousands of miles. From rural areas to towns, from plains to plateaus, from grassy hometown to Gobi desert thousands of miles away. How much parting and melancholy does a person have to go through before he can really grow up?
My future life is destined to be dedicated to the years, just like giving love to my lover and filial piety to my parents. It may cherish me, or abandon me and throw me into the corner of time. But just like tree species choose soil and fish choose river, since they choose life, they should take root and sprout, learn from the past, gain confidence from hope, and make more marks that can prove their lives, so that when they turn to dust, they can follow these marks in the drifting air, take a look at their hometown and home where they have no choice but to leave, and see the marks and traces left by their loved ones after hard work.
Whether you choose to touch the city or feel the countryside, you need to reveal the characteristics of your environment and life. We should advocate sincere composition based on our own "touch" and "feeling", be good at turning the big into the small, turning the virtual into the real, and strive for big ideas from small places. Note that it is a proposition composition, not a topic composition. You can choose one of these two. When writing, you can take the city or the countryside as the main angle and take another point as the correspondence or contrast. The examination of questions is zero difficulty, and the scores of candidates are all in material selection, material composition, conception and language.