The shape of this hammer cloth stone is very irregular, which can be roughly described as a cuboid, about 40 cm long, 30 cm wide and 30 cm high. The upper plane of the hammer cloth stone is very smooth. On weekdays, my mother regards this stone as a treasure. Children should never use it to smash nuts such as walnuts and almonds on stones. If you want to repair boxes and cabinets or nail wooden furniture at home, you are absolutely not allowed to use hammer cloth stones as stepping stones for fear of damaging the smoothness of the hammer cloth stones.
This hammer cloth stone is natural and has not been cut manually. My mother said that as long as she can remember, my grandmother had this hammer stone in her yard. When she grew up, she married her father. Because my father is the second child in the family, the hammer and stone were spread to the long room only when we were separated. Grandma saw that her mother didn't have a hammer cloth stone, so she used a shelf to pull out her own hammer cloth stone for her mother.
Mother said that the smoother the hammer cloth is used in Shiyue, the more valuable it is. Only when the plane of the hammer cloth stone is smooth, the hammer cloth can save time, effort and efficiency, and the hammered cloth is smooth and wrinkle-free.
This hammer stone has been handed down from generation to generation in my grandmother's family. When it reaches her, the upper plane of the stone is flat enough to reflect people. This is simply a gem.
When I was a child, it was a skill for women in my hometown to hammer cloth.
I remember that every year when spring blossoms, the sun is just right, and every household has to take down the bedding that has been covered for a winter and wash it. At that time, the bedding was coarse cloth spun with cotton thread, which would become loose after washing, so it should be washed with batter. The beaten cotton cloth is hard, so it needs to be hung in the shade to dry, then folded into a rectangle and placed on the hammer stone, and beaten with a mallet to soften the cloth, so that the quilt made is comfortable to cover.
On weekdays, women can't live without hammers and stones.
Farmers farm the land from the soil to the mud, and the clothes get dirty very quickly, and the soil seeps into the seams of the clothes. If you can't wash it by hand, you must soak the dirty clothes in water first, then take them out and beat them on the hammer stone for a while, and then rinse them with clear water. This washing not only saves time and effort, but also makes clothes clean and flat. I still remember the scene of my mother sitting in front of the hammer cloth stone and hammering cloth. She lifted the stick with both hands, up and down, with even force, and made a "bang bang bang" sound when it collided with the hammer cloth stone. The voice sounds even, smooth and melodious from a distance, as if telling the bitterness and joy of the peasant woman.
In the 1980 s, farmers no longer wore coarse clothes, and the bedding was all bought cloth, so it was useless to hammer cloth stones. Later, most people used hammer cloth stones as the foundation. My mother couldn't bear to part with her hammer stone, so she put it as a stool in the bedroom. In winter, she puts a cotton pad on it to keep warm, and in summer, she sits on a stone head to keep cool. Mother said that this stone was handed down by my grandmother's ancestors. Although it's useless now, it can't be wasted in her hands. Every time she sees this stone, she will think of my grandmother and the industrious and thrifty character of people in the past.
Second, the disappearing pen repair device In the 1970s, when I was in primary school, students could not use pens until the third grade of primary school. In fact, at that time, everyone called fountain pens. There was a difference between fountain pens and pens at that time. Except for the nib, fountain pen is made of plastic, while the pen cap is made of steel, which shines in the jacket pocket and is a symbol of status and status.
Because of this, the price of pens is much higher than that of fountain pens.
At that time, the fountain pens used by students cost fifty or sixty cents each, but their parents gritted their teeth and bought them. Therefore, students cherish their fountain pens as treasures, and careful parents should make a close-fitting cloth cover for their children's fountain pens. When not in use, they will put them in a cloth cover for fear of bumping into them.
Nevertheless, fountain pens often break down, such as accidentally falling to the ground, broken pen cap, crooked pen tip, sticky paper or poor water discharge.
No matter what's wrong with the fountain pen, no one will throw it away. You must find a pen repairman to repair it. Almost every day, different pencil repairers come to school. The cap of the pen is broken. The pencil repairman has many hats of different colors and models in his bag. You can exchange them for a few cents. When there is something wrong with the nib, the pencil repairman will pull it out with a tool and install a new nib. At that time, there were professional pencil repair shops in the city, but farmers' children rarely went to the city. Even if you go to the city, you will feel that the shops in the city are expensive to repair pencils, and you will let the pencil repairers who come to school repair them nearby.
Every winter and summer vacation, almost every day in the village comes the cry of the pen repairer: "Whoever has a broken pen will repair all kinds of pens." It can be said that once a student's pen went wrong, it was easy to find a pencil repairman to repair it.
Students who can't afford to repair pens, whose caps are broken, will continue to use them with tape several times. In short, the fountain pen is broken and old, and will never be discarded.
When I was in middle school, my life was relatively rich, the pens used by students were relatively high-grade, and I was also picky about the quality of pens.
Use a pen to pronounce words evenly and smoothly, and the written words should be clear and neat, and also have the aesthetic feeling of calligraphy. So as long as the pen is slightly untidy, it will be repaired by the pencil repairer. In order to ensure the quality, students no longer look for mobile pen repairers to repair pens, but go to professional pen repair shops in the city to repair them. Because of this, the number of mobile phone pen makers has been greatly reduced.
When I went to college, the number of pens soared and the price was cheap. If people are slightly dissatisfied with the newly bought pen, they will change it, and almost no one will repair it.
Because the pen has become a common thing for everyone in the general public, at this time, anyone who puts the pen in his coat pocket will not only represent his identity and culture, but will also be laughed at as an old hat.
A few years after graduating from college, carbon pens and gel pens have appeared on the market. Various colors of those disposable refills emerge one after another, occupying the market share of pens with low price and convenient and practical performance. At this time, no matter in the city or the countryside, the pen repairers who walked around the streets have completely disappeared, leaving only a few old-fashioned pen repair shops in the city.
Nowadays, all kinds of fast, economical and modern writing tools have appeared in succession, and the professional pen repair shops in the city have long since disappeared. The figure of a pen repairer will always be fixed in that hard and simple era, becoming a beautiful scenery in people's hearts and lasting aftertaste.
Third, the dung digger in the distance I was born in the late 1960 s, and I have known the job of dung digger since primary school.
At that time, the school toilets were all old-fashioned dry toilets. Every afternoon, after school, the farmers picked up the dung bucket and took the big iron spoon with a long handle to dig out the dung in the toilet cesspool.
Farmers who dig dung early, students don't leave school, and the school won't let him in. If he goes late, he will be poached by farmers who go early. Therefore, at that time, farmers must arrive on time to dig dung.
When I was in middle school, I was in the city. Because I am far from home, I can only rent the houses of citizens around the school on weekdays. Only then did I know that there are full-time dung diggers in the city.
One night at three o'clock in the morning, a loud noise woke me up from my dream. I quickly got up and went to see my roommate. In the noisy place, we found a middle-aged man in a work cloth and overalls digging out feces in the dry toilet pool under the dim street lamp.
I said, uncle, it's midnight. Can't you pay at dawn? The middle-aged man said with a smile, this job can only be done in the middle of the night. Every worker in our city's dung collection office is responsible for the toilet dung work in a district, and everyone has to work from 3 am to about 6 am. If you dig dung at dawn and carry two buckets of dung through the streets of the city, you will be looked down upon, not to mention unsightly.
After failing in the college entrance examination, I plan to repeat my studies for one year. In order to reduce the burden on my family, I signed up to join the ranks of urban dung diggers in the summer vacation. On my first day in office, Li Touer, an old man in his fifties, took me with him.
At three o'clock in the morning, we went to dig the toilet in the alley, and the cleaning car could not get close to the toilet. Li Touer took the excrement out with a spoon and put it in the dung bucket, then picked it up and poured it into the dung cart.
Although it is three o'clock in the morning, I can't open my eyes in this big summer because of the foul smell. I looked down and saw that the layer of white maggots crawling around in the cesspit made me feel sick. Li Touer said that it won't smell so bad in winter, but when you get up at three in the morning, the cold wind will make you feel worse. Just bear with it and get used to it.
From three o'clock to six o'clock in the morning, the dry toilets in more than ten communities were finally used up. Pulling the dung cart to the fertilizer plant, out of the community and into the street, every pedestrian will say, "Young man, run faster, such a smelly thing is killing me."
Sometimes, the pedestrians in front will turn around and say to me, "Stop it, young man, and wait until we are far away. It stinks. " Every time I meet the supercilious look and reprimand of passers-by, I feel extremely wronged and have a strong sense of inferiority. After working for a few days, Li Tou saw that I was becoming more and more silent, and he said, young man, I have been a dung digger for more than 20 years, and I am not ashamed, but I feel very proud. In any case, we must respect our profession, but we are willing to give up one person's dirty for 10 thousand clean.
If the city does not have our industry, every household will stink.
Although I only worked as a dung digger for one summer vacation, my memory of the dung digger is still vivid. Now, more than 30 years have passed. With the development of science and technology and the progress of cities, it is no longer easy to see dry toilets in large and small cities, and dung diggers have become a thing of the past, but the contribution made by that generation of dung diggers to society will become people's permanent memory.
100 Excerpts from Classic Prose _ 100 Classic Prose 800: 100 Classic Prose 800 In her dream, she got stability and comfort, gained strength and enthusiasm, and gained the value about life.
When she woke up, she suddenly realized that only she could save herself. So, she bit off one silk by one with her teeth. Bite through your cocoon.
Sure enough, a new kind of light came at her, like the sunshine between clouds stimulating her eyes. The fresh air, like fresh wine, intoxicated her.
She's going to jump! She almost flew! As soon as she stretched, she flew. It turned out that at the moment when she was asleep, two pink wings grew on her back.
From then on, she remembered all this. She told her children and grandchildren: You should bite the cocoon you knitted! Silkworms are handed down from generation to generation.
Boat ● In the sunshine of Zhangye, a small fishing boat with mottled paint ran aground outside the waves and sailed its blue dream on the yellow sand beach. Once with the sun and moon Qi Fei time * * * circulation.
Seagulls that used to roar with the waves are singing.
The bird's road is in the sky, the ship's road is in the sea, and it looks at the goal that can never be achieved. Its broken sails and rusty green cables throb slightly in the morning breeze, and the old hull is full of struggling pain and joy, filled with memories of love and hate, showing a thrilling ancient beauty. This kind of beauty can arouse us to cherish the brand-new beauty of fresh life and make us realize that there is no peak of success in the world. The process of climbing and the journey of struggle are the glory of life.
Just fierce ● It should be a little magical that the life of the dragon people stays between heaven and earth. Mount Tai stands out from the crowd, the Yangtze River in Wang Yang roars proudly, and Qin Huang Hanwu, leaning against the Great Wall with his sword, stands out from the crowd in a certain page of history. The length of life is not important, what matters is the taste of life.
Sima Qian dared to endure great humiliation and persisted in living, while Qu Yuan ignored common sense and resolutely sank into the river. The light of life competes with the sun and the moon, and the length and short are meaningless. Greatness makes life immortal.
Compared with justice, truth and greatness, our lives are ruined by ourselves. How many doors have been opened on snowy days? How many people are climbing the cliff with Ganoderma lucidum? Under the neon lights, people are crowded and jostled; How many people face the ferocious butcher knife? Pushing open every door, life is curled up in the light blue furniture; Men's wine, which has inspired many men's lofty sentiments, has become the fun of guessing boxing in the crowing. Excessive indulgence of life makes life fragile; A little bit of flesh pain, flesh pain, will make Lingyun's ambition collapse; A little bargain will make people's righteousness drift with the wind. The silhouette of the battle between heaven and earth is gradually yellowing in dusty books, and the heroic spirit of braving the wind and waves has become a distant shadow; "The wind is rustling and the water is cold", where does this tragic story exist? It is difficult to admire a shipwreck, but it is difficult to be a hero. Where did this pride go? Wandering in the bed, wandering in the kitchen, rising and falling in the ballroom, who is galloping in the desert, who is playing the stream, who is flying over the Qinling Mountains and the Guangdong Pass? Who is holding high the banner, who is shouting faith and who is doing justice for heaven? No one will live forever because of the hotbed of greed, and only a strong and fierce life that dares to fight will shine forever.
On the roaring sea, there is a voice calling loudly to the life in bed: life needs heroism, and heroism is the real life! Chapter 2: 65,438+000 classic essays and 800 essays by famous writers are as important as poetry, novel and drama, and their translation is also an indispensable part of the field of contemporary literary translation. This article is a famous 800-word prose writer, I hope it will help everyone! When you look at the world through a veil or clean glass, do you think it is another kind of beauty, more beautiful than the original world! Looking at the green mountains and green waters outside through the glass in the car is a faint green, unpretentious and hazy beauty. When the sun is shining, the mountain you see is dazzling and gorgeous green, which is far less light and romantic than the mountain scenery in the rain. At this time, you will inevitably feel the same way: distance produces beauty! It is often heard that a certain couple is divorced. But what is the reason? They began to pledge their vows of eternal love and met from then on. Where is the forgotten place where the seas run dry and the rocks crumble? The mountains have no edges, and it rains and snows in summer. Has the oath to make a decision with you been abandoned? It is said that many people get divorced because of personality disharmony and quarreling all day. They didn't know each other before marriage, so they had a hazy beauty and wanted to be close to each other. But once married, after intimate contact, if the personality is not harmonious, there may be contradictions, family discord, and even divorce. This kind of beauty is based on distance, but once it crosses the border, it may lose its original beauty.
The same is true of the relationship between classmates. The two students get along well in the class, but when they become deskmates, they know each other's personalities and shortcomings like the back of their hands, and they will lose the sense of admiration they once had. The two students have different personalities, and when they are in close contact, they are not unified, which will inevitably lead to minor contradictions. If two people don't take the initiative to apologize, things will be very serious and they may ignore each other in anger. Such people, when in close contact, may not be beautiful, but contradictory. But some are exceptions. Nothing is perfect, there are good sides and bad sides. The world is beautiful, but there are also many ugliness. When people go deep into this world, do you see filth and ugliness? At this time, when we look at the world, don't look too deep, otherwise it may bring you harm. We students are still naive children, at least I think so. Although stepping into society is inevitable, it is also a necessary stage for us. However, our innocence cannot be discarded. Even if we see the depth and ugliness, we can't follow the crowd. We need to change ugliness and make it beautiful. Let us see more beauty in our eyes and make the world more harmonious.
Beauty needs us to discover and create! There is a distance from the beauty in people's eyes! Distance produces beauty, do you think so? 800-word master of excellent prose: spring blossoms, winter goes to spring, and spring girl comes with warmth in the breeze. Holding a wand in her hand, she dressed the grass in green clothes, the flowers in beautiful headdresses and the earth in white cotton-padded jackets. When the hibernating people heard that Aunt Chun was coming, they all opened their sleepy eyes to welcome Miss Chun. Of course, Miss Chun also brought her elves, spring grass, spring flowers, spring breeze and spring rain. Each of them is singing the song of spring.
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
I think everyone knows this song "Farewell to Ancient Grass" by Bai Songju Yi. When Miss Chun came, Cao Chun also emerged from the soil. Under the sunlight, the vast land of Cao Chun is green, like a green carpet, filled with the unique fragrance of Cao Chun.
All loves, an almond is out of the wall.
The most beautiful thing in spring is the blossoming spring flowers, which are the fairies of flowers, peach blossoms, apricot blossoms and winter jasmine flowers all over the mountains. Peach blossom is a shy little girl, and no one wants to be the first to smile. Pink flowers are like the sunset glow on the horizon. Snow-white flowers, like unmelted snowflakes by the river. Yingchun is like a companion of a spring girl. Wherever Miss Chun goes, she must be there. Look! Clusters of winter jasmine bloomed golden flowers in the warm spring day.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Chunfenger is a docile little girl. She is quiet and plays around every day. Spring breeze especially likes all kinds of smells and nice sounds. Smell it, ah! The fragrance of peach blossom, apricot blossom and winter jasmine comes to the nose, and the beautiful lark is singing to welcome the spring girl. Spring breeze blows the earth green and the sky blue.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Whenever I mention the song "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night", I always think of drizzle. The spring rain is as bright as a silver needle, as thin as silk thread and as bright as pearls. The misty spring rain, soon like yarn, hangs over the earth like fog, generally calm and generally moist. Spring rain moistens the earth, making the grass greener, the flowers brighter and the spring more joyful.
Tiger flowers, spring breeze and spring rain make spring look beautiful; Grass and flowers in spring make spring more vibrant. Miss Chun and her four elves welcome us to the autumn harvest and bright future!
100 Excerpts from classic prose of famous writers _ Excerpts from classic lyric prose of famous writers, 200 words colorful to achieve harmony. Let's see that in the late spring of March, goose willows are pale yellow, green grass is reflected, apricots are out of the wall, and clouds are rolling in the blue sky. Their colors are different, but what's the harm? Colorful is always spring, and the spring day when everything grows happily is not dominated by one color. Difference is the appearance, harmony is the essence, and colorful achievements are colorful richness, which is the real harmony.
Tap on the door of the red chamber and look for the dream that has been longed for for for a hundred years. You said that in A Dream of Red Mansions, Zhong Ling had so many beautiful daughters. Who is the reader's favorite? It has always been difficult to adjust, but it has always been appealing to both refined and popular tastes, stroking the slightly rolled pages, as if we heard me&; The publicity that I didn't meet a distant guest late seemed to hear the sadness that I didn't know. This elder sister seemed to be a surprise I had seen somewhere, and the call of loving my brother merged into a harmonious movement, which was endless &; Wandering between life and death, hesitating between light and darkness, some people choose life, some choose death, some choose light, some choose darkness & a wisp of spiritual blood that really comes from the depths of human heart, but chooses eternity.
Standing on the coast of history, I wandered back to the ditch of history: Dr. Chu meditated on Zehe and died without regret; Wei Wudi whip east refers to strong heart unceasingly; Tao Yuanming carefree Nanshan, drinking and picking chrysanthemums &; & They chose eternity-even if flattery and slander blind people, it is a persistent choice not to let it flow. Even if Marco is buried in Kansai, it is a hero's choice to raise his voice and try his best to sweep away the smoke. Even if it is difficult to eat all day, I am willing to enjoy myself and work hard, which is an elegant choice &; & In some choices, emperors will complement each other with great achievements, and the actions of sages will become their eternal articles.
The power of faith is that it can help you move on in adversity. The charm of faith is that it can inspire you to live even in danger. The greatness of faith lies in maintaining a lofty heart even in the face of misfortune.
Endurance is an inconspicuous persistence; Yes-a perseverance that is not afraid of wind and rain; Yes-a loyalty that does not seek fame and fortune.
The building stands because it has strong pillars, and ideals and beliefs are the pillars of the building of life. The cabin broke through the waves because there was a compass to indicate the direction. Ideals and beliefs are the compass of the ship of life. The train goes to Wan Li Road, because there are rails to guide it, and ideals and beliefs are the rails on the train of life.
We become arrogant, we become arrogant. In the court of the Great Song Dynasty, when Untitled Scholar and literati were busy writing poems and fu and educating the people with Zhu Cheng's Neo-Confucianism, the Northern Expeditionary swept through China. In the prosperous period of Kanggan, the literati were busy writing stereotyped writing, annotation and textual research. On the other side of the ocean, a scientific and technological revolution began and history was rewritten. & We have four great inventions, we have seismographs, and we have pi more than 1000 years earlier than other countries.
However, our land contains a yellow civilization that is dominated by agriculture and self-sufficient. We have Zheng He to show off our national prestige, but we have not discovered Columbus in the New World. We have Li Bai and Du Fu, but not Copernicus and Newton. We know that China is going to the kingdom, but we can't see the civilization outside &; & We are intoxicated with ourselves, constantly summing up our glories with books on heavenly creations and agricultural policies, but we forget to pay attention to our own culture &; & We are behind.
History is quietly passing away, and the enthusiasm in our hearts has not cooled down, but we are more rational and look at it more carefully. & When I arrived at the thatched cottage, I met Yan Jinshu. Qi Xuanwang said that he would rather spend his time as a car and eat meat at night. I asked him why he chose seclusion. He narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying, back to the original, you will never lose face.
Why are those two sentences still there? I tried to leave, but there was that still voice behind me:&; #39; Don't insult. The purpose is the soul, and the soul cannot have a little dust and shame.
The beacon smoke of Aegean Sea filled the bleak and empty sky, and I found Achilles. I wonder why he would rather let Paris's despicable and insidious arrow shoot into his own foot than give a fatal blow from the darkness. Paris wants Helen and my life, but what I want is a noble heart, and I have no regrets. Perhaps because of this, his resolute and cold face is destined to be cast into a bronze statue, and the hero's name will last forever.
The wings of the years that can't be caught are reflected in the palm of your hand by the fire; Every turn, a deep palm print is formed, which is clearer than feathers. How I hope that when we come to the end of the long road, every palm print can make us feel endless vitality; I hope that at every turning point, we will leave our tenacious figure and unhurried smile.
I remember Xi Murong's words: Every road I have taken has a reason to trudge like this, and every road I want to take has a direction to choose like this. At this turning point of walking and walking, I will feel the graceful dance of the soul with the fullest confidence and vitality; Wait for me to create a brilliant life with the most solid heart and mind.