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Nianhua Ridge was in the northwest corner of Longjitun, about one mile away from the village. To reach the village government's Golden Dragon Street, one had to pass by the side. The top of the ridge is flat and open, with a radius of dozens of acres. It was covered with twisted trees, glutinous rice balls, and other shrubs, as well as wild roses, roses, and other liana flowers. Thickets after thickets. It was like a beautiful flower carpet laid flat in this not-too-wide canyon. The mountains that pierced through the clouds were its capable protection, making it always so moist and heavy all year round. At its southern end was a tropical rainforest of more than a hundred acres. In the forest, the few of them were hugging ancient trees such as maples, coffins, and palms that towered into the sky, with huge vines coiling around them. On the trees, parasitic dennacles grew in clumps, and under the trees, the orchids multiplied. It added a bit of beauty to the natural floral carpet. As the seasons changed and the seasons gave gifts, the bed of flowery carpet also presented an unpredictable face like a kaleidoscope. It was like an extremely rich beauty, always shining brightly…
It was late spring in March, and Longjitun, which was located at the border of the southern country, was the season for wildflowers. In the warm late-spring sunshine, the twisted flowers bloomed, the glutinous rice balls bloomed, the wild roses bloomed, and the dennacles bloomed. Red, white, yellow, purple, green, clumps, clusters, squares, pieces.
Nianhua Ridge became a world of flowers. Thus, the bees came, the butterflies came, and the birds came. On the flowers in the trees, bees buzzed, butterflies flew, and birds chirped. Tens of thousands of pink butterflies, with the green mountain as a backdrop, snuggled up to each other and migrated from south to north in groups. Looking at it, they looked like strips of silk hanging on the green mountainside. It was so long, so magnificent, and so inspiring…
This was the season to find love, the season to build a nest, and the season to sow seeds! For the mountain people in the region who had Longji Village as the radius and Golden Dragon Town as the center, this was the annual flower viewing season. There were two other flower ridges like this in the Golden Dragon Village, namely Changtian Ridge in Nongshu Village and Stone Forest Ridge in Minjian Village. Those who went to Sanling to play with flowers were all young men from other villages (villages), and those who went to Sanling to play with them were of course girls from their own villages (villages). The young men of the village would not go to the Flower Ridge to play with them. They could cross over to the other two Flower Ridges to play with flowers. This custom of seeking love had been passed down from generation to generation since an unknown dynasty. There were no rules or regulations. No one would interfere, nor did they have the intention to interfere, because they were all experienced!
It was said to be playing with flowers, but it was actually a song of love (in the old society, it was called blind date). After the duet, he had a preliminary understanding of the other party, and then he would take further action. That is, several girls joined forces, made a flower basket with bamboo, filled it with glutinous rice mixed with sugar, hung the beautiful brocade they woven, and gave it to the young man of the outer village. The young men of the outer village, whether they liked these girls or not, had to return a basket containing souvenirs such as mooncakes and hairpins to these girls during the ripening season of the fruits (namely, between the Mid-Autumn Festival in August and the New Taste Festival on the second day of October). The value was comparable to what the girls had given him. If both parties were in love, there was no need for them to act together. Those who were in a hurry sent matchmakers to the woman's door and handed over the fruit of betel nut. A token of marriage in southwest Guangxi, represented by a pair of fruit cores). If the girl's parents agreed, they would leave a fruit pit. If you are not in a hurry, you can go out privately to express your love for each other. However, in the end, the marriage would still have to be approved by the bride's parents. Otherwise, the marriage would not be successful. Even though the first and second attempts were unsuccessful, the young men and women still came to Hualing. They talked and sang, and they were happy without being tired. Moreover, it was passed down from generation to generation…
Flower Ridge was really the world of young men and women during the blooming season.
Pa! Pa!
These days, from time to time, he would hear the sound of "Pa--、”Pa! "(This is a kind of hand-horn sound-roll up the left hand board into a tube shape, put a wide and thin leaf at the mouth of the tube, press it gently with the right finger to make the leaf concave, and then slap the right palm from top to bottom, using the wind to break the concave leaf, making a sound like a small firecracker explosion). This was a signal for a report and an invitation. The young men from the outer stockade village had already arrived at the Flower Ridge and warmly invited the girls from Longjitun to come up to the Flower Ridge. Therefore, the sisters in the village who had been weaving hurriedly put down their shuttles, those who carried water put down their buckets, those who ploughed the fields jumped onto the field vines, and those who cut wood immediately shuttled down the mountain and ran straight to Nianhua Ridge. Therefore, there were voices of singing and murmuring. From the time the sun rose to the time it set, they would sing and answer each other's questions. They would be sweet and affectionate, happy but not tired, and reluctant to part…
That year, in March of the third year after the Japanese surrendered, the people on the streets evacuated Longji, and the school resumed classes, the twisted flower bloomed again. It was very lively, and other flowers were also flirtatiously accompanying it. In the past few years, society had become more peaceful, and the flowers seemed to have bloomed especially vigorously and obsequiously. People were happy, and so were the flowers!
It was Sunday. After breakfast, Ah Tao, Ah Si, and Yi Shen were preparing to go up the mountain to chop firewood. Suddenly, a bugle call sounded from Nianhua Ridge. Pa! Pa! The sound echoed like firecrackers in the mountains for a long time.
Ah Si! Listen! Wasn't that the sound of a horn? Ah Tao stood on his balcony and shouted at Ah Si's family, as if he was afraid that Ah Si was deaf and could not hear him. In fact, Four wasn't deaf. Ah Tao was shouting so loudly for Yi Shen to hear! It was really Xiang Zhuang's sword dance with Liu Bang in mind!
Yes, it was. It's a bugle call-I bet! Ah Si seemed to be very excited. He was also shouting at Ah Tao from his balcony.
Listen to music and go kiss-? Ah Tao suggested.
Don't you want to chop wood? Four asked.
Sigh! Have you forgotten?
I didn't forget! How could he forget?
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