It is the most affectionate hometown road
Xie Yushan—
When he left home, he returned to his hometown, and his native accent did not change and his sideburns declined. "Although it is not too far away from my hometown, for me who can only return home from a long vacation, it is very kind to hear the rich local sound.
As I grew older, my affection for my hometown deepened. Taking advantage of the summer vacation, I returned to my hometown of Tongjiang, hoping to use this short time to see the changes in my hometown, listen to the stories of my neighbors, meet my old friends, and walk around the ...... of the road
Therefore, on the first day of arriving home, my parents took our mother and wife to visit the "Tongjiang Flower Moon Night" with great interest, which is a large-scale night tour project created by Tongjiang that integrates leisure and entertainment, beautiful scenery and food. We drove there in the evening to enjoy the coolness, listen to music, barbecue ......The children also had a lot of fun. Here, I felt the great changes in my hometown. It's not just the scenery that's changing, it's the people.
Walking on the familiar streets, I couldn't see familiar people for a long time, as if I had become a foreigner. I contacted a few childhood friends and classmates, and everyone has settled in other places, and it is rare to come back in a year. Yes, the place where I used to grow up can only be called my hometown now, which has to remind me of a poem by Mr. Chen Yinke: "Songmen Songju dreams of what year, and recognizes other places as hometowns." ”
Walking on the streets of Tongjiang County, the once wide road seems to have become narrow, and it seems to be only a matter of a moment from the east gate to the west gate, but on this "seventy-one (actually one)" road, there are memories of my childhood everywhere, and these memories of more than 20 years seem to have lengthened this road.
Ever since I was a child, I have been closest to my mother. Since there was no one to help her take care of the children, she took me to work at the same time. She would often go to the hospital clinic in Wumaqiao to collect bills, and at that time, the transportation was inconvenient, so my mother took me, who was two or three years old, to walk from the county hospital to Wumaqiao, and walked back after finishing her errands. There are rows of stores between the county hospital and the old station, and the dazzling array of goods makes me feel novel, but after the old station, I feel the countryside, and the sparse people all the way feel that Wumaqiao is so far away, so I don't want to go. In order to encourage me, my mother taught me to sing, told me the origin of the Wuma Bridge, and told me the story of the torii when I passed by the torii street......Although I didn't understand it at that time, the story of Tongjiang took root in my heart. When I returned, my mother carried me on her back, and although she was extremely tired herself, she walked, ran, and jumped all the way, making me giggle on my back. It was on my mother's back that I walked this long road to my hometown.
I have walked the road from home to the experimental primary school for 6 years, and I have walked the road from home to Tongjiang Middle School for another 6 years, and now I can walk back and forth in less than half an hour on the road of 12 years, but it took me 12 years to complete this road of study. In the past 12 years, there have been ignorant childhood, youthful youth, and passionate high school ......yearsWhether pure white, or delicate, or fiery, they have become colorful flowers on the road of life.
There are some other places that I will remember on this part of my hometown:
The county hospital, where I grew up. I remember when I was in elementary school, a classmate asked me where I livedWhen I said hospital, they leaned back and laughed and said, "What ward do you live in?""At the time, I was embarrassed and speechless, but in retrospect, I am glad that I was in the hospital, so that I, who did not like to read since I was a child, was able to stimulate my sensitive and affectionate heart when I wrote essays. In the hospital, I am used to smelling the smell of disinfectant water, I am used to seeing birth, old age, sickness and death, and I have the emotion of compassion. Therefore, tragedy has taken on an image in my mind: the coffin at the entrance of the hospital in the middle of the night, the wails coming from the hospital building, the bloody wounded, the corpse wrapped in a white cloth, these are just the scenes of life. But that immature face has lingered for more than 20 years.
When I was 5 years old, I saw a little boy about 4 years old standing on a flower stand in front of the hospital with his younger brother about 2 years old next to him"I also squeezed into the crowd to see the excitement. The person who just came didn't know, so he asked what was going on, so an insider next to him responded: "The mother of the two little dolls was just beaten to death by a neighbor in her hometown because of something, and now she is in the hospital morgue, and their father also died of illness last year, and now the doll is so small, which one cares." I heard my mother say to me, "Look, my little brothers are orphans at such a young age, and they have no father and mother. "I looked at the two little brothers again, and the younger one was crouching down and playing with the mud, and he didn't understand anything. The big one just stood dumbfounded, looking timidly at the people around him, maybe there had never been so many people staring at them, and at this moment, there was no familiar adult around, he could only stand blankly. At that moment, the phrase "a child without a mother is like a grass" seems to be bland, but it is actually tragic. And when I read, every time I read about the loneliness and loneliness, I would unconsciously think of the helpless eyes of the little boy.
One winter night when I was ten years old, the cold wind was howling. When my parents and I came home from my grandmother's house, the chain bridge on the road was unusually cold, and I shivered in the river breeze. My father took off his coat and draped it over me, and I felt a little warmth. When passing by the intersection of the South Gate Vegetable Market, a stall caught my attention. Because when I passed by in the morning, it was a mother with her child who set up a stall there, and when I passed by again, I saw the mother sleeping on the goods with her child in her arms, covered with a layer of woven cloth. She may have been afraid that the child would be cold, so she hugged the child tightly and pressed the woven cloth on the child's side again. Turning the corner of the intersection, I saw several people with backpacks on their backs, all of them sleeping in the corners of the store with their baskets as pillows, either lying down or lying on their stomachs. When my father saw this scene, he lowered his head and said heavily, "They are all running for life, how hard it is!."The mother also said, "So we must have compassion when we meet these people, and when we have the ability, we will try our best to help them!""At that time, I knew that the sky was the quilt and the earth was not the freedom of the hero, but the helplessness of the poor. Hey, just this part of my hometown, I have walked for more than 20 years, and I still can't get out of the sadness I once had, this sadness includes the lament of fate, the helplessness of life, the sympathy for others, and the teachings of my parents.
Today, I follow my hometown road back to where I lived as a child. The slide is still there, but it has lost its childhood luster;The steps that have been climbed are also covered with flowers and moss;Inside, the wardrobe seems to have become much shorter, the door opening seems to have narrowed, and even the tiles on the wall have fallen off a little. What used to be a big room to me is now cramped. The house doesn't seem to have changed, but it's time that can't go back.
This is my hometown road, my hometown road does not seem to be long, but it will take many years to walk. Some people say that if you are not happy now, you go to the hospital and you will find that compared to life, everything is a floating cloud. And I want to say, if you are not happy, you go to your hometown for a walk, when you see the ** beans drying all over the ground, the harvest has an image;When you pass by the Shouki shop, death has an image;As you walk through your childhood, you will find that the things you once cared about the most are not so important;When you look back on your hometown road, you will find that even if "the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying", it is also "the light boat has passed over the ten thousand mountains". Those who were once sad, painful, and crazy pursuits will eventually dissipate with time, and what is left to you is the feeling of compassion, the power to inspire people to forge ahead and the attachment to home, and people's emotions and spirit are our ultimate goal. I know that this hometown road is worth walking for the rest of my life.
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**Please specify: "*Fang Zhi Sichuan".
*: Sichuan Provincial Office of Local Chronicles.
Author: Xie Yushan.
Contributed by: Bazhou District Historical Research Center, Bazhong City.
Pictured: Fang Zhi Sichuan.