Excerpt from "The Literati and the Hometown".
If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.
In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms are not blooming
Wang wei. In everyone's heart, there is a land that haunts dreams. Think of it when you're proud, think of it when you're frustrated. Every year and every festival, touch the scene, and think of it anytime and anywhere. The sea and sky are vast, the wind and dust are busy, after the wine and lanterns are dispersed, the beautiful scenery of the good day, the autumn breeze in Luoyang, and the night rain in Bashan, you can't help but miss it. It's been far away for a long time, which makes people feel sad: "The guest house and the state are dozens of frosts, and the heart remembers Xianyang day and night." For no reason, he crossed the dry water, but he looked at the state as his hometown. "I was finally able to go home, but I was nervous and uneasy: "The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter is repeated." The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone. The words "stranger" sound desolate;"Encountering old acquaintances in other places" is a fast life. A timid boat girl, occasionally hearing the country sound on the river, she didn't feel happy, she couldn't care about being shy, and accosted a strange man across the boat: "Where is your home?"The concubine lived in Hengtang. Stop the boat and ask for a while, or I am afraid that it is a fellow villager. "The vast space and the leisurely time will not fade this feeling: this is the local complex.
The journey of life is rugged and long, and the starting point is childhood. The world that man first sees, almost the whole of the world, is the land where I was born and nurtured. He began to feel hungry and cold, and he began to laugh and laugh. He began to experience love from his mother's embrace, his father's eyes, and the teasing of his relatives. But to know the other side of love, hatred and hate, only after a little contact with people. A mountain and a water, a worm and a bird, a grass and a tree, a star and a month, a cold and a summer, a moment and a custom, a wisp of a wisp, a drink and a sip, all dissolve into the flesh and blood of childhood life, inseparable. And maybe the ancestors have been rooted in this land for generations, and there is a family history of joys and sorrows. While listening to my grandmother's story, I planted it in my little heart. Neighbors and villagers, morning and evening, meet each other in the streets and alleys, on bridges, wells, and fences, smiling and smiling, closing their eyes and ears, and knowing each other, breathing the same air horizontally and vertically, contaminated with the same wind and Xi, and being inextricably touched. A person sets the tone and orients his life, and after a lot of exploration, the future is full of unknowns, but the imprint of childhood is like a spring silkworm as a cocoon, tightly wrapped around himself, and like a tattoo pattern, attached to the body for a lifetime.
The golden nest and silver nest are not as good as the grass nest at home. "But people are restless animals, how many people rely on their youth and vigor, horizontal heart, gritting their teeth, raising their hands, bidding farewell to their reluctant hometown, throwing themselves into the wilderness, looking for ideals, pursuing honor, creating a career, full of romance. Some are just a hazy poem – to break out into the world. Most of them are completely heavy-weighted realism: many immature boys and girls, in order to maintain the minimum requirements for survival, are sent out of the house by their parents with tears in their eyes to play out all kinds of tragedies. As soon as people leave the countryside, they become orchids that have lost their roots, duckweed that chases the waves, autumn canopies that fly, and dandelions that are scattered by the wind, but the dreams of the countryside will always follow them. "The line in the hand of the loving mother, the robe of the wanderer", the length of this line is enough to circle the earth three times and go up to the sky with the satellite.
As a result of the prodigal situation, most of them are young children and old people, ** beauty, false fame, and affordability, all of which have become a bamboo basket for nothing. Some of them are bored and go home. Some spring flowers and autumn moons, lingering in the scene, "not old Mo returns to his hometown, and he must break his intestines when he returns to his hometown". Some are tired of competition, jumping out of Vanity Fair, staying away from right and wrong, "only to keep loneliness, but also to cover up the old garden". Some of them are plain and tranquil, accidentally touch the dust net, do not want to bend their waists for five buckets of rice, return to the future, plant chrysanthemums and fences, and be comfortable - but to achieve this realm, there must be at least a few acres of thin fields and three thatched huts for regression, otherwise they have to send people under the fence and end up in a foreign country. Only a few of the few, a few of the individual, in the chance of one in a hundred million to take the risk of success, the spring breeze is proud, and the clothes return to their hometown - "wealth does not return to the hometown, such as clothes embroidered at night, who knows!".The creator of this famous quote is Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, but he himself failed and did not do it.
He took 8,000 children from Jiangdong out to rebel, but as a result, he had no life to survive, and he felt shameless to see Jiangdong's father and elders again, so he resolutely killed himself generously in Wujiang. Xiang Yu deserves to be called a hero of the world, in terms of power comparison, he is much stronger than his opponent Liu Bang, but he loses in political strategy: he is invincible, he kills on a large scale, and takes advantage of the victory to burn Xianyang;And although Liu Bang has nothing bad about wine and wealth, after entering the customs, he made three chapters with the people, and he did not commit any crimes in the autumn, and finally the world returned to his heart, laid the foundation of the Han family, and became the emperor. When he returned to his hometown, he held a feast, feasted the old fathers and brothers, sang and danced wildly, and made trouble for more than ten days. "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, Weijia is returning to his hometown, and the warriors are guarding the Quartet!This is Liu Bang's proud work at that time, which is recorded in the history of poetry and has been passed down to this day.
Disasters have caused batches of people to leave their homes, especially wars, which not only cause the countryside to be devastated and separated, but also inevitably lead to moral collapse and distortion of human nature. Liu Bang was defeated in the battle with Xiang Yu, fled in embarrassment, and in order to take care of his own light car to escape, he ruthlessly pushed his minor biological children off the car three times. Xiang Yu took Liu Bang's father hostage and threatened to cook him, but Liu Bang said: Our brothers, my father is your father, if you cook him, don't forget to "share my cup of soup". In order to fight for the world, you can be mad to this point!Of course, there are differences between justice and injustice in war, "the rise and fall of the country, the husband is responsible", "the Huns have not been destroyed, why should the family be", "the husband of the Quartet, peace and stone", "why don't men take Wu Hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures", all of which are beautiful talks through the ages.
However, the ultimate goal of a just war is to stop war and create peace, not to feed war with war and to counter violence with violence. What is more difficult to remember than disasters and wars is exile: it is difficult to return to a home and a country. Qu Yuan, Jia Yi, Zhang Jian, Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan, Su Dongpo, and even Kang Youwei and Liang Qichao can really be said to have no generation—perhaps a special mention should be made of Lin Zexu, the great patriotic sage who opened the first chapter of modern Chinese history, who was dismissed from his post and sent to Ili in order to strictly ban opium. At the sad moment of his journey to Xu, he took a poem and said goodbye to his family: "If the country lives and dies for profit, will it not be avoided because of misfortune and fortune." It is the gentleman's grace and kindness, and the clumsiness is just in the past. Re-reading this poem a hundred years later, it still makes people's hearts like cutting, a hundred veins boiling, sour eyes, and sighing.
It is the tradition of the Chinese nation to relocate to the land, and our ancestors have a deep-rooted concept that all living beings have a tendency to return to their roots: birds love the old forest, fish think of the old abyss, Humayi north wind, the fox will die on the first hill, the tree is thousands of feet high, and the fallen leaves return to the roots. There is a superstition to talk about comfort, and it is thought that after a hundred years, there will be a lookout platform in the underworld, so that the ghost of the deceased can take the stage to look at the relatives of the sun on a moonlit night. But this lingering sentiment cannot change the cold reality, for more than 100 years, many people still have to leave their hometowns and wells, and even cross the ocean to make a living in a foreign land. In the Qing Dynasty, more than 10 million Chinese workers went abroad, and their footprints were all over the world, and their blood and sweat were infiltrated in the gold mines, railways, and plantations of the emerging capitalist countries. After the American Civil War, the black slaves were emancipated, and we, the yellow ** compatriots, became the follow-up troops of slave labor precisely with the characteristics of hard work, hard work, and cheapness, and of course they never dreamed of what human rights were.
In order to change the fate of the motherland, the revolutionary movement led by Sun Yat-sen originated in Honolulu, USA, and many of the first generation of Chinese communists worked and studied in France. After the reform and opening up, the tide of going abroad is surging and in the ascendant. There is also a contradictory phenomenon that seems to be unpredictable but is actually easy to solve: Hong Kong, which was abandoned by the Qing Dynasty during the Opium War, has finally returned to the embrace of the motherland after 150 years of vicissitudesHowever, many Hong Kong people who were born, ate and operated in Sri Lanka are regarded as "a cloud on their heads", and would rather abandon their family businesses and make immigration plans one after another. This generation after generation of the descendants of Yan and Huang have their own completely different backgrounds, colors and connotations, which cannot be generalized, but they are all reflections of the ups and downs of the times, and the splashing waves in the mighty progress of history. The cohesion of the centripetal force of a nation does not depend on the distance of geographical distance. Our first generation of overseas Chinese, with hard work, sent to foreign countries, gave birth to children, but they have been looking forward to China for generations, never forgetting the feelings of Sangzi, and when the motherland needs it, they have made generous contributions. From ordinary residents to kings of all trades, gentlemen, and celebrities, Hong Kong's Yuer Island has enthusiastically lost to the mainland, expressing their friendship of solidarity and solidarity through thick and thin, which is a moving example at hand. "Beautiful or not, hometown water, kiss or not, hometown people", this sentiment, the farther away from the homeland, the deeper the experience.
Scientific progress will bring the ends of the world together, and the integration and exchange of Eastern and Western cultures will connect hearts and minds, and the earth will become smaller and smaller. But the love of the countryside will not disappear because of this. The phenomenon of guarding the countryside well, never seeing a ship or train in old age, or being lost outside the territory and wandering without a home, should have turned into a vestige long ago. We should have the pride of flying and flying freely, the freedom to swim in the water, and at the same time have a warm and stable homeland, as well as a proud motherland, standing in the forest of modern world civilization.