The Most Simple Wish

There is good news on TV that the agricultural tax will be exempted from this year.

On the screen of black and white TV, there are bright spots and unclear snowflakes. The voice of the host is very clear. Tao Huizhen sat quietly on the bamboo chair. Time seems to go back more than a decade ago, their living room, on such a black and white TV. But she certainly can't remember the specific program.

Tao Huizhen was informed in the afternoon that the village master asked her to come. The old man who can only move with a bamboo pole is nearly 90 years old. He bent hard, his hair and beard were white. His little great grandson is as old as the students taught by Tao Huizhen. I didn't go to dachacun primary school. Although the village's old family also has the conditions to send the little great grandson to the county to study. But as a village, now the only child in the family is still inheriting Dai culture from generation to generation. He has a heavy burden on his shoulders. He had to choose between the traditional Dai culture and compulsory education. Embarks on the traditional Dai culture successor's winding arduous road.

In the transmission of a culture, someone has to do something about it. It's not easy. It can never be completed overnight. If you want to do so, you have to be prepared to devote your whole life to it. When the boy was ten years old, he entered the temple for the first time. I shaved my hair. Listen to the scriptures of eminent monks and learn the Dai traditional Buddhist culture. Listen to the clear sound of lingduo in the pure temple.

In dacha village, the traditional Buddhist culture and the traditional Dai culture are only one step away. Many years ago, the two were almost one. It is also the only source of Dai People's culture to absorb culture in temples.

The old people in dacha village are the most qualified old people in this village. He is also the only one who insists on copying Dai history in Dai characters. He has always adhered to the last side of the inheritance of Dai culture. He knows that the traditional things will be replaced one day and gradually disappear. No matter how long the tradition, no matter how long the time transition, there will always be one day, but the important thing is how to extend the time as far as possible.

He has been happy for a century. Dai traditional culture has gone from its peak to its decline, and then to today's bleak temple walls. Dai culture has been seriously sinicized. More people went to other places. Decades have changed. He looked at the old eyes that had been turbid.

In the past half century, more and more people have given up Dai culture, and there are few traditional things left. Today's Dai township is a different one. In the eyes of outsiders, Dai village seems to be soaking in its original flavor. But in his old man's eyes, those things that are old and new have lost their luster.

But the old man is not sad. Things that are so far away are disappearing in the long river of the times. It's very common. It is the only way for every culture. He just did what he was supposed to do, but nothing could stop him. Generations of people in the village have come here in this way, just as other Dai people have to pick tea in the season, which has become a habit.

The old man of the stronghold was rummaging about in a wooden box. Standing beside his great grandfather, the little boy felt more and more uneasy about his old body. This old man has been working in and out of the wooden box all his life. I have never been out of Dai township. And the future doesn't leave him much time.

The little boy gently supported the old man's shaking body. He had an awareness that he would absorb the things handed down by his great grandfather. Great grandfather would leave, forever.

"Dad, I'll give those to my children and grandchildren. Go out and have a look. Look out there. " My eldest son, who is already white at the temples. He often persuades the village elders. I want him to have a look outside Dai township. Even if we just go to Banna, it will be another scene. The old man has lived in Dai township for 90 years, and he has already been familiar with all the plants and trees around him. In his eyes, there is no scenery in Dai village. He only has the memory of closing his eyes, stormy and still water flowing deep.

But the old people don't want to go out to see the scenery. He also put his last time in the things closely related to the inheritance of Dai culture. I'm not tired of it. Just in his own words, used to it.

"What can I do for you, grandfather?" After sitting quietly for a while, Tao Huizhen asked softly.

"Mr. Tao, it's been more than a year since I came to dacha village to teach, and you've suffered a lot from the hardships of Dai village. I just hear it, but I don't see it. My old man is thinking about how a girl's family has persisted in our mountains for more than a year. It's not easy The old man didn't look back, but he still leaned over the wooden box: "seeing you appear, my old man seems to understand that there is something unusual in your girl's eyes..."

"I'm flattered." Tao Huizhen's cheek is ruddy.

She thought, what's unusual about her? Recently. Tao Huizhen has nothing that can be called extraordinary. She had a very flat life. I'm still working for home visits and educating my children. As for unusual, let alone unusual. The words "unusual" and "outstanding" have long disappeared from her life.

The village old man has become a human spirit. Tao Huizhen can understand his wisdom from the old man's words, which is the accumulation of life. Open minded and optimistic life experience.

Although Tao Huizhen was staring at the TV, she didn't know what was on the TV. She didn't know what Zhailao was looking for.

The old man finally straightened up from the wooden box when the news about "the next year's preparations for the 2008 Olympic Games" was broadcast on TV. He turned his head and looked at the TV and said, "it's hard to imagine that my old man was still gone at that time."

The little boy's shoulders trembled. Zhai Lao immediately shook his head: "no, I will see it with my own eyes. I have that confidence."

Looking at an old and a small, separated by two generations of communication. Tao Huizhen's heart can not say the taste. The 29th Olympic Games will be held in Beijing next year. Six months have passed since the successful application for the Olympic Games. The 2008 Beijing Olympic Games has inspired the growth of countless people.