Rain God cares for Ping.

The first thing Lanyang Pinghai knows is water, rain, well water, river water, river water, lake water, sea water and spring water, each of which has its own style. The spring rain is dense, and the summer rain is thundering. More than 200 days a year, a spectrum of rain comes into being. I am afraid that most people in Yilan listen to the rain songs when they are alive and dead on rainy days.
The terrain of Yilan is bold, like a leap from a mountain. It is intended to fill the sea and gather all the waters. It is no wonder that Yilan people are thin and thin. There are not many fat men coming and going in the street like thin barren women. Seven points of water and three points of tears in their eyes seem to be wet all their lives.
Yilan people are born with mountains and rivers, and it is difficult to have more lofty tenderness. People are always close to vows of eternal love, and in romance, they are loyal to others. But once the serious cracks have made him determined, his strong man’s broken wrist spirit is very tragic. These two extreme personalities are not difficult to understand in Yilan. Tenderness belongs to the descendants of the water god. The ancestors climbed mountains and climbed mountains, and finally found it difficult to hold their heads and cry. After that, the character of the soft water steel knife was decided.
The duck enjoys the gallbladder and liver, and the golden jujube cake is candied into a famous product in Yilan. Foreigners can’t figure out how to be salty and sweet to death, but they can understand the personality of Yilan people together. It always doubles the love and hate of gay people and pushes every emotion to the extreme, either to the peak or to the deep sea.
After hearing this judgment, you Yilan people can’t tell whether it’s a good one or a bad one. Maybe it’s related to the early non-party movement. In my opinion, the local key, the warm and sincere side should also be contained, but I will also wonder whether it’s a fundamental thing to sneak into the heart world often, which feels like a storm whipping the sea level and a flame is about to burn. Is it that the interest is to rebel and change? Is it that my folks and elders also see similar tracks? Its unrest and excitement seem to be mysteriously echoed with the strong stage in summer and autumn every year?
Yilan people say that true water is moving and true feelings are moving. In the early years, I didn’t pay attention to these words. When I came to Taipei, I was first teased that it was Yilan dialect. They thought it sounded strange. I said that their dialect was swallowing stones and sandblasting both sides, so the friendship was broken. The sun was shining and the face was yellow and sour. I ate with braised eggs and went home when I was full. In the early years, I didn’t pay attention to these words. I bought water and tried to eat a piece of orange and shouted that it was really sour. The boss Ma changed his expression. Yilan looked at other folks. I’ll give you 10 to 100 for oranges in plastic bags. Don’t ask him to be firm. Ten counts as forty. Two people push the mop while holding the map of Yilan county and city again and again. Finally, I found a further step in distant relatives. This kind of meeting by chance is very Yilan flavor. You have seen two strangers in Yilan, and the archaeology of climbing mountains and mountains is eye-catching. The final conclusion may be that this cousin’s daughter is married to that person. Sister-in-law’s cousin always says that relatives are right.
I was born in the early sixties on the third day after the flood. My mother remembers that the roof of the typhoon was lifted by strong winds, and the house was flooded with water about knee-high. She was hiding in tears, and her first child was about to land. She said that her mind ordered me not to come. If I didn’t know how to be stubborn, that point would be a dead end. In the early sixties, the rural area of Yilan was still a earthen hut in Maozi, and the oil lamp day was winding with a few bamboos. Once the strong platform landed, no one could save anyone. No wonder my mother wanted to stop me from being a midwife
My home is about an hour and a half’s walk from Luodong Town. It is said that Luodong is a Karmalan monkey, which means that the area in those days should be a jungle where monkeys are playing around or a big stone-shaped monkey is called here. I think that the stone monkey is not lively in Po Hou, which is also in line with the fact that Luodong has become a commercial town. It is administrative to distinguish that our village belongs to Wuyuan Village in Dongshan Township, and the road name is Wuhan. Later, I learned that Wuyuan Wuhan is a Pingpu Karmalan name transliteration. According to this, Mr. Hong Minlin edited the evolution of the old place name in Taiwan Province to Wuyuan, which means
Rain God cares for Ping.
Although most of our residents in Zhangzhou are from a closed natural environment, the Karmalan ethnic origin has blended into a unique ecology. When I was a child, I was often fascinated by strange place names. The older generation gathered in the rice field and talked about strange things. Ali Shi Na Merize’s simple words, Geely Jian Ding Olive Pearl, Jane Jia Li, Wan Monkey’s monkey, Masai Wu Jian Pit and other lively names were embedded in a sour and soft water cavity. It sounds like a common saying that breaking the waves and crossing three narrow caves. Personality: I believe that unconsciously, except for the fact that the Han people entered the land, the sound and shadow of Karmalan are still shaking in the mouthpiece, and the dew is flashing. They are pioneers of Lanyangping. Tell the truth historically, they are improper. If we can prove that my family didn’t take part in the mixed-race project after entering the land, I will be sad. That means that the ancestors didn’t do the least for ethnic integration. Although it has been two hundred years, the history of a piece of land needs greater tolerance and piety to maintain it, otherwise my brother doesn’t know where his life came from.
Looking ahead at my door, I can see through the vast rice, and finally I can reach a series of undulating mountains. Then I imagine that the left-wing strip bends the river, about 150 meters away from home. She is the winter melon mountain river, which is now called the winter mountain river.
I have always accepted her as a scenic sightseeing river. In the year when she left her hometown, she was treated and gradually became what she is today. The transformation process remains in her memory. She is still a tough and powerful person who can’t resist the water demon. I still have a long journey. The fields on both sides are dying, which sets off her lonely scene. I sit on the roof and hide in the lush bamboos. I imagine the low-flying egrets casting reflections along her body. I imagine that she finally arrives in Haikou and releases her imprisoned soul and floats in the countryside. Many gods say that she will let fools sail me, but naturally shape her.
She brought a flood of water into the house at a high speed. She drove away a few bewildered snakes, birds, dead bodies, floating chaff and dead leaves, and rushed into the gate to disintegrate the house, which was the most secure law for people. In the dark, everything was immersed in the water, and the sense of wandering at the border was planted in my heart. A strong wind roared and broke the bamboo body, sweeping the roof with the trend. Bricks fell, tiles fell, and fine needles fell to the ground. The heavy rain hit the eardrums on the roof and heard other people’s words. My family grabbed rice in the barn, and carried sacks to the
Suddenly, two men flashed in, each wearing a raincoat and holding a long pole. The light flashed faintly. They lived in the village head area far away, and they all met me halfway.
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The family members explored the safety together for several times before they touched my house in the slim black sea. They made a neat meal, kept silent and stood in awe. Before leaving, they worked together to raise my father’s mourning hall higher, with a glass cover and half a candle. The sea could not bear to float away from the lonely lamp.
Many years later, I realized that I was drowning in the world of words because I was greedy to collect more words to express my depression. The more I flogged the mother river for years, the more I developed from the words. The more she understood the fact that her life energy was from her body. She cut off my infatuated roses with a sharp water knife. She drove me away from the crescent sand dunes and gave me a violent imagination to build my own destiny in the unknown world. Even when I was the most depressed, I still felt that her knife tip was behind my back, and I could not turn back coldly.
Kameyama Island, the God of Wanmen, is now chanting songs in the Pacific Ocean on the right side of the train. At the age of fifteen, I suddenly realized that my younger brother was sitting in front of me and staring at Kameyama Island in the train. They may quietly wipe away their tears when the train enters the tunnel, and solemnly plant a promise tree in their hometown at the bottom of their hearts, and so on. Frost and white on the temples will return to many stations and the rain god will take care of them.
Underground village 1
Underground village
Born in the sixteenth year after the recovery, my memory of the war seems distant and close.
It’s 16 years far away, so that the five-year-old girl who was hiding in the moat turned into my mother, and the nine-year-old boy who was stealing Mi Dou leaves to cure hunger turned into my father, and the newly widowed young woman who was crawling on the river of corpses and blood to avoid bombing turned into the story of my grandmother’s generation. However, I feel that it is close at hand because the poor rural areas have not been made richer for 16 years, especially the floods in summer and autumn are always in front. Sweet potatoes sign porridge and dried turnips. I heard that the girl next door was beaten up by her grandmother in the village for stealing her ABBA white rice. My daughter is sent to be a child bride because she eats too much. Hunger is still the childhood of our generation. Every young girl who reaches the age of 14 or 15 has the same wish to go to the city to find more food. No matter whether she is a freight worker, a garage, a garment factory, a female restaurant, a younger sister extorts Taibao, robs a robber, a maid or an immature prostitute, we should pack the rich food beautifully and take it home to our brothers and sisters at the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, and give each of them a bright red American apple, grandma a lipstick and a new sweatshirt. Every time I see people of my age on the road, I can still trace back to Guang Chen from their faces. I am also looking for wild melons and munching on salty grass. They are my brothers and sisters and the last hungry children after the war.
In recent years, I have repeatedly repeated a recording method of work notes, forcing my fellow villagers to recall. I want to know that people who plundered the village repeatedly searched for food and fought for blood in this small village. In the twentieth century, China people suffered from war and hunger. Every generation of people must face history again, face dry blood and meditate again. We worked so hard to live. We are more conducive to discussing the sky than a nation.
The memory of war is that when you were cruel and hungry, a lot of saliva has dried up into a painful spot on your father’s face.
Where do you want to sip in an emergency?
Where’s rice boy? I asked
Chafu people are going to be soldiers. Who is going to sow and plant grass in Luotian?
Then, you can sip the fields and soil.
Ah, if you talk about the tears of ancient times for three days, you won’t do it. Go to Shanwan Mountain to boil red vegetables, stir coarse salt and sip sour water. Mi Dou leafy bean vine wild cabbage. If you sign sweet potatoes, you will laugh.
Mi na mi ni
If you become a boy, you’ll come to the valley. It’s not enough to leave a little gap between your teeth. Don’t look at Uncle. Now Lao Luo is going backwards. You know what I said when I dealt with Boy.
How to deal with it
I’ve been hiding six cloth bags in the valley, and I’ve been carrying them to the bamboo forest on the other side of the river for a long time, and then I’ll carry them to Wang’s head without me.
Underground village