From Gannan to Qingcheng, the 5,000-mile walk of navel orange is a feeling
Written by Sun Shuheng.
On the night of the full moon, a container truck stopped in front of the building.
It is the neighbor China from Gannan to Qingcheng, the navel orange transported from 5,000 miles, the road is far away, how can you not worry.
Looking at the specialties from my hometown, the orange navel oranges are flashing with light and shadow.
When I saw them, I felt like I saw my hometown, smelled the smell of the soil of my hometown, and tasted the taste of my hometown.
Because there are too many thoughts in my heart, I want to integrate the specialties of my hometown into Saibei and the city like myself, and become a business card of my hometown.
Since 2019, every year at this time, China has been waiting for good news from its distant hometown, those navel oranges set off as soon as possible, and among the navel oranges, in the sweet breath, the wisps of cooking smoke from the hometown wafted out, giving glory and strength.
The same psychology as me, for those who live in a foreign land, for their hometown, they are all dreamers.
Zhonghua is from Ningdu County, the old revolutionary base area of southern Jiangnan, and he also has a blood-stained demeanor in his own family, and Zhonghua is a bloody man.
There are long, heavy dreams in the blood.
After graduating from university, he came to Qingcheng to do digital engineering, and his wife is also from his hometown, where she works as a teacher, has a house and a car, and has two sons, and has taken root in this city.
Although it is far away from home, the two of them make overall arrangements, there is no busy scene, the small life is in order, and the beauty of harmony, China is always optimistic, smiling, only now wearing a cotton hat covering his ears, indicating that he is a southerner who is afraid of cold.
The love of husband and wife for their two sons is a treasure held in the palm of their hands, and the voice of educating their sons is always gentle and eloquent.
In the spring of last year, he returned from his hometown on February 28 and began to quarantine until March 12. After being isolated at home for half a month, there was no voice of incomprehension and questioning, and the two sons were more calm.
Because of the epidemic last year, the trip did not take place in the season when navel oranges were supposed to depart.
I drank the rice wine from my hometown that he brought back and spent a lot of quarantine days.
With the arrival of the navel orange in the hometown, the Chinese parents, father-in-law, and brother-in-law's family also came, and it was rare for the whole family to reunite here.
They are all the soul of the family, silently and persistently waiting, the family is becoming more and more lively, and the hometown dialect is spreading, and the topic is back to the hometown.
The relatives who once traveled more than 20 hours day and night to return to their hometown and were haunted by their dreams are now in front of them.
Go to the grassland city to eat Mongolian food, go to the siu mai restaurant to eat siu mai...It's a joy of life.
With endless motivation and ardent desire.
This is blood and kinship, and the wandering heart beats feverishly.
I watched the family together, in and out, so tacitly, I knew how to become a family.
I watched Zhonghua take advantage of the break to deliver navel oranges, and my brother-in-law also went to deliver them, and I couldn't get busy with "running errands", I met the police to check for drunk driving, and the mobile phone touched the screen, "I have to sell 100 boxes of navel oranges to earn this screen".
Could it be that navel oranges have a metallic texture?All possible existences will always have the rustic feelings of southern Gansu.
Feel the taste of this Nindu dripping into the soul along with the juice of the navel orange.
Author's profile: Sun Shuheng, pen name Hengxin Yongzai, a native of Inner Mongolia Naiman Banner, a member of the China Financial Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Essayists Association, a member of the Inner Mongolia Writers Association, a member of the Inner Mongolia Poetry Society, a member of the Western Essayists Society, and a member of the Inner Mongolia Popular Literature and Art Research Association.