There is a big garden behind my house, according to legend it is called Baicao Garden. It was already sold to the descendants of Zhu Wengong with the house now. Seven or eight years had passed since the last meeting. It seemed that there were only some weeds in it; but at that time it was my paradise.
Not to mention the green vegetable borders, the smooth stone well fence, the tall honey locust trees, and the purple mulberries; not to mention the cicadas groaning in the leaves, the fat wasp leaning on the cauliflower, and the lightly named Tianzi (Skylark) suddenly emerges from the grass. Go straight into the clouds. Just the short mud wall roots around it is infinitely interesting. The oil flies are singing here, and the crickets are playing the piano. When you turn over the broken brick, you will sometimes encounter centipedes; there are also cantharis, if you press on its spine with your fingers, it will slap, and a burst of smoke will be emitted from the back orifice. The vines of Polygonum multiflorum are entangled with the vines of Manglietia multiflorum. Magnolia has fruits like a lotus, and Polygonum multiflorum has bloated roots. Some people say that the roots of Polygonum multiflorum are human-like, and they can become immortals when eaten. So I often pull it up, and I have been involved in it, and I have broken the mud wall because of it, but I have never seen a root that looks like a human. . If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, like small balls made of coral beads. They are sour and sweet, and their color and taste are far better than mulberries.
Don't go to the long grass, because it is said that there is a big red snake in this garden.
My eldest mother once told me a story: Earlier, a scholar lived in an ancient temple and worked hard. At night, while enjoying the coolness in the courtyard, he suddenly heard someone calling him. As promised, when I looked around, I saw a beautiful woman's face on the wall, smiled at him, and disappeared. He was very happy; but the old monk who came to talk at night saw through the mechanism. He said that there was some evil spirit on his face, he must have met the "beautiful snake"; this is a monster with a human head and a snake body, which can call a person's name, and if he agrees, he will come to eat this person's meat at night. He was naturally scared to death, but the old monk said it was OK, and gave him a small box, saying that as long as he placed it next to the pillow, he could lie on his back. Although he does the same, he can't fall asleep, of course he can't fall asleep. In the middle of the night, it really came, rustling! Outside the door seemed like the sound of wind and rain, when he was shaking in a ball, but he heard a sudden sound, a golden light flew out from the pillow, there was no sound outside, the golden light He flew back and squeezed into the box. What happened later? Later, the old monk said, this is a flying centipede, it can suck the brain of a snake, and the beautiful snake was put to death by it.
The lesson at the end is: So if there is a strange voice calling your name, you must never agree to him.
This story makes me feel the danger of being a human being. In summer nights, I am often a little worried, afraid to look at the wall, and desperately want to get a box of flying centipedes like the old monk. I often think this way when I walk next to the grass in the Baicao Garden. But until now, I haven't got it, but I haven't met the Chilian Snake and the Beautiful Snake. Unfamiliar voices that call my name are naturally common, but they are not beautiful snakes.
The Baicao Garden in winter is relatively tasteless; when it snows, it is different. Shoot the snowman (print his full form on the snow) and the snow-sculptor. It needs people to appreciate it. This is a deserted garden and it's off the beaten track, so it's not suitable, so I have to come to catch the birds. Thin snow is no good; snow must always cover the ground for a day or two, when the birds have nowhere to forage for a long time. Sweep a piece of snow to expose the ground, use a short stick to prop up a large bamboo sieve, and sprinkle some grains underneath, and tie a long rope to the stick. When under the bamboo sieve, pull the rope to cover it. However, most of the items obtained are sparrows, and there are also white-cheeked "Zhang Fei Niao" who are very impatient and can't raise them overnight.
This is the method taught by Runtu's father, but I can't use it very well. Obviously seeing them go in, he pulled the rope, and ran to take a look, but there was nothing. It took a long time and only three or four were caught. Runtu's father was able to capture dozens of them in a short period of time and put them in a fork bag screaming and bumping. I once asked him the reason for his gains and losses, he only smiled quietly: You are too impatient to wait for it to go to the middle.
I don't know why people in my family sent me to Shushu (shushu), which is a private school, a teaching place set up by the family, clan, or teacher in the old days. I went there, and it is still known as the most severe school in the city. Maybe it was because Polygonum multiflorum ruined the mud wall, maybe it was because I threw the bricks to the Liang's house on the partition wall, maybe it was because I jumped off from the stone well fence... I don't know. In short: I will not be able to visit the Baicao Garden often. Ade, my crickets! Ade, my raspberries and manglietias!
Heading east, not more than half a mile away, across a stone bridge, it is my husband's home. Entering through a black oiled bamboo door, the third is a study room. There is a plaque hanging in the middle saying: Sanwei Bookstore; under the plaque is a painting showing a very fat sika deer lying under an old tree. Without the Confucius sign, we saluted the plaque and the deer. The first time I worshiped Confucius, and the second time I worshipped Mr. Confucius.
On the second salute, the husband graciously answered. He is a tall and thin old man with gray beard and hair, and he wears big glasses. I am very respectful to him, because I heard early that he is an extremely square, simple, and knowledgeable person in this city.
I don’t know what I heard from there, Dongfang Shuo is also very knowledgeable. He knows a kind of insect, the name is "weird". I really want to know the story in detail, but Ah Chang doesn't know it, because she is not knowledgeable after all. Now I have a chance, you can ask Mr.
"Sir, what's the matter with the ‘weird’ bug?..." I hurriedly asked when I was about to retire.
"I don't know!" He seemed to be very upset, with an angry expression on his face.
I know that as a student, you should not ask these things, as long as you study, because he is a profound Confucian, he will never be ignorant. The so-called ignorant is not willing to say it. People who are older than me are often like this. I have met several times.
I just read books, study handwriting at noon, and class at night. The husband was very strict with me in the first few days, but later he got better, but gradually I read more books, and gradually added words to the class, from three words to five words, and finally to seven words.
There is also a garden behind the Sanwei Bookstore. Although it is small, there is also a garden where you can climb the flowerbed to fold the wax plum blossoms, and look for cicadas on the ground or on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The best job is to catch the flies and feed the ants, quietly without sound. However, too many classmates have been in the garden for too long, but it will not work. The husband shouted in the study:
"Everyone has gone there!"
People walked back one by one; going back together would not work. He has a ruler, but it is not commonly used, and there are rules for penalizing kneeling, but it is not commonly used. Normally, he just stared a few times and said loudly:
So everyone let go of their throats and read for a while, it was really full of voices. Some people say "Benevolence is far, I want to be so benevolent", some say "Laughing human teeth are missing, and the dog is open." The man who went on the wrong side of Jue Gongbao Mao Juyou...Mr. is also studying. Later, our voices went low and quiet, only he was still reading aloud:
"Tie Ruyi, the command is suave, and you are shocked when you sit; Jin Guoluo, dripping upside down, not drunk in a thousand cups..."
I suspect that this is an excellent article, because he always smiles when he reads this, and puts his head up, shakes, and squints backwards.
It is very suitable for us when my husband is studying and studying. A few used paper armor to put on the nails to perform the show. I drew pictures, using a kind of "Jingchuan paper", and I traced them one by one on the embroidered images of the novel, just like the shadow writing when I was learning Chinese characters. I read more books, and I painted more pictures; I didn't read the books, but I did a lot of painting achievements. The most fragmented pieces are the embroidered images of "Dang Kou Zhi" and "Journey to the West", both of which have a large book. Later, for money, I sold it to a wealthy classmate. His father ran a tin foil shop; I heard that he has become a shopkeeper now, and he is about to rise to the status of a gentleman. This thing is long gone.