I still remember the big shaded yard in my childhood. When the night turned pale in the morning light, my grandfather would pull the big mud stove into the yard. He first stuffed the thatch into the furnace, and then spread the chopped firewood in the pot. The wood should not be spread solidly so that there would be small holes to receive the fireworks that shot up from the furnace. The old-fashioned match head is large and round, and it ignites when you pull it under the sole of your shoe. Light the fire-making straw paper or the thatch tied into small bundles, and then throw it into the small door under the furnace. The flames below quickly lick the furnace, but the bright flames lick the mouth of the furnace, and the chewy wood on it is temporarily If it doesn't burn through, the rising smoke will fill the yard.
When the smoke gradually dissipates and the wood on top is almost burned through, you can throw in the charcoal blocks. Charcoal blocks are wet cinders picked up on mountain trails and contain high water content. The cheerful flames at the mouth of the furnace were immediately replaced by thick black smoke. The smoke that rose up twice was not only different in color, but also had a completely different smell. The former is gray in color and smells of a pungent wood fragrance; the latter is as thick as ink dye, forcing you to inhale it. Of course, the smell it emits has a strong smell of ink.
When the thick smoke dissipates and the flames begin to turn white, you still need to wait until the furnace is extinguished and the flames merge with the charcoal, and the hot white light dazzles the air at the furnace mouth. Then you can move the stove into the house. The stove can be placed in the pot house to boil water for cooking, and it can be placed in the winter room to warm up the endless stories that my grandfather told.
In fact, human life is like the process of lighting a stove. When you are young, you can’t see your own outline clearly. You just let the dazzling thick smoke fill the air. You don’t have to distinguish what slogans others shout. Just think it’s fashionable. Follow behind; friends are also free to follow the trend, as long as they can eat, play, talk, and block the youth that leaks everywhere; things are rough and rough, and big rocks cannot be lifted. The younger one hit his foot again. Why is this so? Because the breath of youth has begun to sprout, but I still can't find the direction, and I am in a trance in this novel world of youth.
When young life takes off, idealism begins to talk loudly, and beautiful chapters keep flashing through it. But sometimes it goes too far, and narcissism throws other people's ideas away. Far away. You see, they like to disturb other people's attention with their clothing, but they don't care about everyone's private comments; when making friends, they mostly look for their own shadow, and if other people's preferences are incompatible with their own, they will reject that person without hesitation; writing I like to hang necklaces around the neck of each word. An article is so dangerous that it makes people fall down after reading it, and there is nothing to follow. As long as parents intervene in their emotional world, rebellious emotions will be mixed with smoke and flames, making people unable to open their eyes.
When one reaches middle age, idealism begins to turn white, and the flames gradually withdraw into the furnace. As we grow older, the thorns in our temperament gradually shrink and fall off, and we begin to focus on self-cultivation and family building. In the process of tempering themselves, the men's pride faded and they learned to savor life amidst the nagging of their wives; the women shook off the aloofness and reserve in their green years, and the aura of motherhood gradually became stronger in their lives.
Most of the friends middle-aged people make come from their youth. At that time, the smoke was too thick and they could not see themselves or each other clearly. When they can see themselves clearly, many of them cannot see themselves clearly. The friends with Tenon will remain in that era forever. Although the remaining friends are much cooler, each of them can comfortably enter your heart. The communication between you is not dazzling or distracting. The tacit understanding is in the furnace where the smoke has been released and the flames have been absorbed. During this period, my writing gradually became better. I was no longer keen on painting between the lines, but paid more attention to using straightforward words to express my temperament. At this time, the wind and snow were raging outside the door, the fire was blazing in the hut, the wife was leaning on the bedside, knitting a sweater, and the child was sleeping peacefully on the bed. Looking at them, the pen in hand also yawned lazily.
This is how the process of life goes, but we are still happy to move forward. Lighting the stove has become an integral part of childhood memories, and even its metaphorical life process has remained in the past.
Now we only need to turn a button to eat and drink, which is convenient and fast. The results are much more important than those long-winded processes. Of course, in the near future, our emotional activities may also be controlled by such a button. Should we celebrate in advance?