The older you get, the farther you leave the village, and the longer you leave the village, the better parts about the village will be clear in your mind day after day, it will remind people unconsciously of the long charm that they are familiar with, especially the human feelings and customs that nourish their growth all the way, which makes people reluctant to part with and have a long aftertaste. Growing up in the countryside, especially in the big mountains, the first thing that comes into view is the continuous and scattered mountains and ridges, which seem to be endless mountains except mountains, with clouds floating on the top of the mountain, there is fog rising on the mountainside, which is simple but simple. It changes in the four seasons, and there is also indescribable interest. Of course, in addition to mountains, there are terraces, streams, and village families hidden in the woods of mountains and valleys, that is, clear streams and flowing water, paddy fields and dry lands, which feed families in the mountains and are these ugly lands, it has nourished the mountain people from generation to generation. Although there is still a certain gap between the current villages and the cities, it is quite different from that of decades ago. Let alone the electric light and telephone, which are all multimedia such as televisions, computers, cellphones, Internet and so on. They have already entered the countryside, and the villagers enjoy the convenience and prosperity of life as much as the city dwellers do, but in the 1970 s and 1980 s, all of these were dreams and pursuits beyond people’s reach. The material life was poor, let alone the spiritual life, it is extremely rare to watch one or two outdoor movies a year. So at that time, the children in the mountain village grew up day by day listening to the songs of grandmother and mother. When they could walk and run, they followed their brothers and sisters with a high voice and a low voice, long and short lines sing songs learned from grandmother or mother, leaving swaying small figures in the embrace of the country, and staggering strings of footprints on the land of the country. The ballad taught by grandmother or mother was inherited from the older generation again. In this way, it was passed down from generation to generation and planted the seeds of culture in every young life. Although it is a plain local culture, it is these rural folk songs that nourish their young hearts and start cultural enlightenment in their simple and naive spiritual world, through the rapping of slang village sayings and the interpretation of both voice and emotion, it inspires children’s wisdom and teaches them to grow up. Although there were some folk songs, with the taste of immortals and some superstition, it can only be said that in the environment at that time, the ancestors or fathers who taught children to learn language with teeth had limited knowledge, many social phenomena, they can’t figure out the natural phenomenon at all, so they have to follow the traces of ancestors and pass on their heart; But this does not affect the enlightenment of children, such as immortals and Bodhisattva, demons and ghosts or crafty villains, they are just a carrier. In the end, they all need to warn the boys and girls that to be a good person, to be a person who can stand up and stand up. It is hard or difficult to be honest, whether you are worried or happy, you should be clear. When I grew up listening to such folk songs, there was an extraordinary rural world in my heart. In my young heart, there seemed to be some cultural traces. This is such folk culture, which lacks systematicness, it may not stand up to repeated scrutiny; However, it does not hinder the germination of knowledge. In every immature heart, it gradually takes root and has some time to taste. I remember when I was just sensible, when I was two or three years old, whether my mother was tired or not, I stayed in my mother’s arms and sang with her again and again. Little Swallow, wearing flower clothes, or Firefly, flying every night, beating the palm, chrysanthemum blooming, and Zhang dingtie, Li dingtie, flower magpie tail long, mother remembered a lot of children’s songs, when I was young, I was familiar with it, wherever I went, wherever I sang, mum always said that what we sang were all the nameless songs that came from our own tune, with a face of satisfaction between words. Unfortunately, now, these children’s songs, these rural folk songs in my heart are almost forgotten, and it is hard to remember a few songs. I suddenly remembered these country slangs that we grew up with when I was young, and I felt a little more in my heart, as if time could go back. I went back to my childhood, it was also the two or three-year-old kid who was reluctant to leave in my mother’s arms. While pestering my mother to sing children’s songs with me, she stretched out her little hand to touch my mother’s face and help her wipe away the sweat on her face. When I came back to reality, it was hard to avoid blaming myself. Why did I forget all the songs my mother taught at that time along the way? Even if I tried hard to remember them, I couldn’t remember them. Could it be a pity? If mother was still alive, it would be OK to ask her again. The pity was that mother had been out of date for many years. Who could she ask for advice even if she had this heart? Besides, I am far away from Suzhou city and thousands of miles away from my hometown. How can I understand these folk songs clearly? What’s more, almost all of my mother’s sisters and aunts have passed away. How many people still remember in their hometown? Therefore, with the idea of writing this group of “folk songs in rural areas”, it is regarded as recollecting the memory, restoring the days I once had and sorting out the human feelings collected in my heart. I believe that there were characters I once had, the once beautiful voice, even those folk songs connected with village slang, will be the memory that many people can’t erase. These rural folk songs that have not been touched for many years, it will unfold a scroll of countryside in many people’s hearts, blending many original rural feelings.

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