C29 An Old Man Who Upholds Traditional Culture

The TV is playing the good news of this year's agricultural tax exemption.

On the screen of the black and white TV, there were bright spots and blurry snowflakes. The host's voice was very clear. Tao Huizhen sat quietly on the bamboo chair. It was as if time had returned to more than ten years ago, when a black and white television like this had been turned on in their living room. However, she definitely couldn't remember exactly what kind of program was being broadcasted.

Tao Huizhen had been informed in the afternoon. The village elder asked her to come over. The old man who could only move with a bamboo stick was almost ninety years old. He bent his waist hard. His hair and beard were already white. His great-grandson was the same age as the student Tao Huizhen taught him. He didn't go to Da Tea Village primary school to study. Even though the village elder's home was. . . He had the conditions to send his great-grandson to the county to study. However, as the village elder, he was the only child in the family who had inherited the Dai culture for generations. He had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. Between the traditional Dai culture and compulsory education, He had to make a choice. He had to embark on the arduous path of the successor of the traditional Dai culture.

In order to pass on a culture, someone had to do something about it. This was not an easy matter. It could not be completed overnight. If he wanted to do this, he had to do it without thinking about anything else. He needed to be prepared to sacrifice his entire life for it. When the boy was ten years old, it was the first time he stepped into the monastery. He shaved his hair. He listened to the eminent monk talk about scriptures. He learned the traditional Buddhist culture of the Dai race. He listened to the clear and melodious sounds of Lingduo in the peaceful monastery.

In the tea village, the traditional Buddhist culture was only one step away from the traditional Buddhist culture of the Dai race. Many years ago, the two had almost become one. Taking in culture in the monastery was also the only source of culture for the Dai people.

The village elder of the Great Tea Village was the most talented old man in the village. He was also the only person who insisted on using Dai words to copy the history of the Dai Clan. He had always insisted on the last plot of land to inherit the Dai culture. He knew. Traditionally, things would one day be replaced. Gradually disappearing. No matter how long the tradition is, no matter how much time passes, There would always be that day, but the important thing was. . . How to extend this time as much as possible.

He had been living happily for a century. The traditional culture of the Dai clan went from prosperity to decline, and then to today's monastery, which had four walls and was desolate. The Dai culture had been severely demonized. More and more people had gone to other places. Decades had passed. He had seen it all in those cloudy old eyes.

In the past half a century, more people had chosen to give up on Dai culture. There were not many traditional things left. The Dai village had changed a long time ago. In the eyes of outsiders, the Dai village seemed to be immersed in the original flavor. However, in the eyes of an old man like him, those things that had gone through so much to become new were no longer shining.

However, the old man was not sad. Those things that had been there for a long time. . . They had disappeared in the long river of time. This was a very normal thing. It was a path that every culture had to pass through. He only did what he had to do, but he couldn't stop anything. This was how generations of people in the village came about. It was just like how other Dai villagers would pick tea when the season came. It had already become a habit.

The village elder struggled to find something in a wooden box. The little boy stood beside his great-grandfather. Occasionally, he felt sad for his great-grandfather's old body, which was becoming more and more inconvenient. This old man had worked outside the wooden chest for his entire life. He had never walked out of Dai Village. And there wasn't much time left for him in the future.

The little boy gently supported the old man's swaying body. He had a kind of awareness, waiting to completely absorb what his great-grandfather had passed down. His great-grandfather would leave forever.

"Father, leave those to our children. Go out and take a walk. Look outside. " His eldest son, whose hair had already turned white, said. He often tried to persuade the village elder. He wanted him to take a look outside Dai Village. Even if he just walked to the Bena Province, it would still be a different scene. The old man had lived in Dai Village for 90 years. The surrounding grass and trees had long been memorized by his heart. In his eyes, There was no scenery in Dai Village. He could only close his eyes. It was a memory of the surging waves and the calm waters.

However, the old man did not want to go out and see the scenery. He also spent the last of his time on things that were closely related to the inheritance of the Dai culture. He couldn't say that he wasn't tired of it. He was just using his own words to say that he was used to it.

"Grandpa, why did you call me here?" After sitting quietly for a while, Tao Huizhen asked in a low voice.

"Professor Tao, it has been more than a year since you came to the teahouse to teach. You've also suffered a lot in Dai Village. I can only smell it, but I can't see it. My old man is thinking. . . How could a girl persist in our mountains for more than a year? This is not easy. " The village elder did not turn his head, his body still bent down in the wooden box. "Seeing you in person, I seem to understand, there is something unusual in your little girl's eyes. . . "

"Grandpa, you flatter me. " Tao Huizhen said with a flushed face.

She wondered what was so special about her. There was nothing that could be called extraordinary luck for Tao Huizhen. She lived a very calm life. She was still busy with home visits and educating her children. As for how unusual it was, that was even more out of the question. The words' out of the ordinary 'and' out of the ordinary 'had long disappeared from her life.

The village elder had already become a human spirit. Tao Huizhen was able to understand his wisdom from the old man's words. That was the accumulation of life's accumulation over a long period of time. An open-minded and optimistic life experience.

Although Tao Huizhen was staring at the television, she did not take the contents of the television into her heart at all. She still did not know why the village elder was looking for her.

When the television started to broadcast the news about the progress of the 2008 Olympic Games in the following year, the old man finally straightened his back from the wooden box. He turned to look at the television and muttered, "It's hard to imagine if I was still there at that time. "

The little boy's shoulder trembled. The village elder immediately shook his head. "No, I will definitely be able to see it with my own eyes. I have that confidence. "

He looked at the two generations of heart-to-heart communication between the old and the young. Tao Huizhen felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. Next year's 29th Olympic Games would be held in Beijing. It had been six months since the success of the Olympic Games. The 2008 Beijing Olympic Games had motivated the growth of countless people.