According to the old man, many villages in our area changed their village names 40 years ago. Their names were revolutionary: Xiangyang brigade, satellite Brigade and Dongfanghong brigade restored their old village names later: after the recovery of half Temple village, hoop Zhang village and Zhang Renzhuang village, the folk flavor of grounding gas came back. There is always something that you can’t change. If you change it, it will bounce back. Folk things may be self-generated, but some may also be conventional things with strong vitality. For example, ballads. Like these folk songs, we all don’t know how many generations we hummed: Little Mouse, went up to the lampstand, stole oil to eat, couldn’t get down, cried and called Grandma, and rolled down. Xiaozi, sitting at the door, crying and asking for a wife, why do you want a wife? Light the light and talk, blow the light as a companion, and comb her braid tomorrow. Sheep, sheep, sheep, jumping flower wall. The wall is broken, the donkey is grinding, the pig picks firewood and dogs to cook the pot, and the kitten goes to the Kang to knead the nest. Zongzi incense, incense stove. Wormwood leaves are fragrant and full of fragrance. The Cypress Branch was inserted on the gate, and when I went out, I looked at the wheat yellow, which was Duanyang here and Duanyang there. I like folk songs because they are soft and kind. That was the bone soup stewed with slow fire. Although the fire was small, it was stewed for a long time. After a long time, the taste came out bit by bit and became the flavoring agent of life. After work in the evening, sometimes I will go to the square for a stroll. It is common for someone to sing opera in a corner of the square, most of which are Henan Opera. A Mike, several people sang in turn, and a circle of people around were listening to it. The musical instrument came with its own, not for other reasons, just for liking, just for finding comfort. This is the folk cultural form and attitude. If you are born by yourself, you will not be humble. Folk and so do. Sometimes I think: when I am old, I am not willing to write and knock on the computer. A cup of green tea, a bamboo chair, sitting in the sun and looking through the past, thinking about folk songs, must also be beautiful?

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