In May, there is neither the chill of spring nor the heat and laziness of midsummer. It is gentle but not sparse, warm and unconstrained, the sky is calm and the vegetation is happy. During a rare May Day holiday, nearly 30 Peng clansmen from Zhongjiang, Deyang, Chengdu, Anxian and Santai counties drove from all directions to Yuntong Township, Badong Town, Santai County to search for their ancestors' lives. ...
We are the continuation of our fathers' lives, and our children are the continuation of our lives. This continuation will last for several generations, and will continue to multiply and survive. ...
Most people have vague memories of ancestors above their ancestors, or even know nothing about them. The only impression comes from the dictation of the elders and the information learned by the neighbors. It is full of mystery and legend.
Follow the footsteps of our ancestors and thoroughly understand where our roots come from. What did the ancestors go through? In which turbulent era, raising children to grow up and having us from generation to generation is a kind of dedication, fraternity and affection!
In May in rural areas, the air is particularly clear and grapefruit flowers are particularly fragrant. Loquat fruits are covered with branches, and golden rape flowers have been replaced by full fruits. A piece of wheat field has experienced wind and rain, and the ears of wheat are more full and full after winter baptism. The breeze blew, and the ears of wheat swayed from side to side and collided back and forth, like high-five to welcome us and celebrate this year's harvest. At this time, our party is in this gift of nature, relaxed and happy, refreshing.
10 o'clock sharp, we arrived at Badong Town, Santai County. Mr. Peng Jiandong, a clansman, contacted the local clansman Peng in advance to give detailed guidance, reception and explanation. Let our descendants know more about the specific situation at that time.
When it was learned that Huguang filled Sichuan, the ancestors settled first, formerly known as Maogoudong. Now the house is no longer old and shabby, and the white walls and bricks are all newly built.
Because Peng, who lives now, goes out to work all the year round and is not at home, the yard is overgrown with weeds. Even so, 30 of us took a group photo in front of the house. It is very kind to think that the ancestors of all relatives in all directions were born here and once lived here.
In order to let future generations know more about history, grandpa in his eighties is responsible for explaining it. The weather-beaten bronzed face is full of wrinkles, the back is wobbly, and the joints of both hands have long been deformed ... but talking about the ancestors, like reciting historical texts, is fluent and affectionate, especially powerful. I think this is the power of inheritance.
Under the guidance of the local Peng clan, he went to Huguang to fill the cemetery of Peng Xingfu, the 34th generation of Peng family in Sichuan. The monument of Peng Xingfu's wife, Liu Shijun, has collapsed due to age and the May12 earthquake in 2008. On the same day, a group of twenty strong boys tried their best to erect a monument.
It is said that her son was a famous minister at that time and held an important position, so her mother could be called an envoy.
They are the first generation who moved to Sichuan. Their elders have a handwritten genealogy, which is very old and shabby, but they also carefully collect it. After years of baptism and precipitation, it is more precious.
At noon, the local people warmly received dozens of our party in Yuntong Township Sichuan Restaurant. This small restaurant is very lively and full of laughter. During the dinner, delicious food feasted our eyes, and pure green farmhouse cooking also brought us back precious childhood memories.
At lunch, an old man was picked up by a car.
The old man is engaged in underground party work, and has met with the enemy many times, and his life is at stake. In the end, he turned the tables ... a legendary life and could write a history book. Surprised at the panic at that time, surprised at the tenacious vitality of the elderly ... worthy of our admiration and respect!
At the luncheon, the patriarch was brief and sincere. He said, "With the decline of the physical strength and energy of the older generation, I hope that the younger generation will take over this baton, and the clansmen will often get together to keep in touch and inherit and carry forward the family culture."
After lunch, the next destination, Peng's ancestral home. It is said that it was left over from the middle and late Ming Dynasty. There are many bumpy experiences and legendary stories about this old house. The location of the old house is very good. When the elders talked about it, they described it vividly with relish, such as the sandstorm outside, the silence in the courtyard and the mosquitoes. ...
Although many descendants have moved away from here and built new residences, they still often gather here to eat dam banquets, often talk and exchange feelings.
A heavy sense of history can be seen everywhere in the courtyard, including Miss's attic, sculpture art and typical quadrangles (though incomplete). At that time, our ancestors thrived here, handed down from generation to generation.
It has a long history and has not been carefully preserved, but after years of baptism, the old house resolutely stands there.
We communicate, play mahjong, fight landlords and chat in the clubhouse to kill time. When I came to Fukang Club, I was also colorful because of the arrival of my family. I hope that family members will often come to guide the work and put forward valuable opinions.
In the evening, everyone gathered at Sihaixiang Hotel to chat, and the happy and meaningful day was over. Inadvertently, we walked in and knew each other very well. There is still a long way ahead. This is a spiritual home and a harbor of love, which needs the protection of the people.