When I was young, I read "Hometown" written by Lu Xun and felt that it was a work of art.
Read it when you're older. It's a true portrayal of your hometown.
Isn't that how you and I feel and see right now?
A few days ago, my sister-in-law's mother passed away and I attended most of the funerals.
My brother and my wife's home is in a township, a different village. Many villagers, pulled up, are relatives, friends, classmates, villagers, all familiar with each other.
After the funeral, I suddenly realized that I really couldn't go back to the hometown I had always longed for.
There are very few people who attend the funeral": people's feelings are still there, but it is difficult to get together.
According to rural customs, "the dead are great." ”
In other words, there are old people in the village who have passed away, and no matter how busy they are, they have to attend the funeral.
Especially the young people of the village, come to help. Otherwise, things will go wrong.
As a post-70s generation, I have seen funerals in the seventies and eighties, lively and noisy, and the funeral procession can be lined up for miles. The middle-aged man carried the coffin, working in several shifts, a little harder, and there would be no rest in the middle.
Dig a pit, build a road, cook, build a grave, everyone is willing to lend their things to others, which can help a little. Best of all, there's no shortage of people here.
The point is that there were few middle-aged laborers buried at the funeral on the same day, and there were definitely none.
In recent years, more and more young people have gone out to mingle, most of them are the elderly, the sick and the disabled at home, and some left-behind children.
The village also made a rule: young people outside should take the initiative to help arrange the funeral. When you work, please take a leave of absence.
If everyone doesn't come, the old man's death will be difficult to deal with. This is the case in every family.
Because it is necessary to wait until the young people gather, the elderly who can be buried in three days often have to wait five or six days. After all, people are far away, and they have to be delayed for a day or two on the road, so they can't be in a hurry.
The rules are already in place. Everyone agrees. However, due to various reasons, there are still some laborers who are not able to show up.
At the funeral of his sister-in-law's house, there were only nine young people, and the rest were all old people in their fifties and sixties, and they were still in good health.
Many relatives and friends also came, but most of them looked and immediately returned to the city. Everyone came here by car, taking up a long road that was not wide. But when night fell, they were all gone.
The people in the village know it, but there are fewer cases that can help, and the human touch is weak. It's more of a formality than a ritual.
People abandon their hometowns": the scenery is good, but the love of mountains and rivers is lacking.
Our ancestors told us, "Don't forget your roots. ”
Really, no one should forget the road. When you go out of the countryside, remember to go to the countryside often, there are good memories, and there is also a yearning for returning to the roots.
After chatting with relatives attending the funeral, I found that everyone had one thing in common: they were used to the city, but they couldn't get used to the countryside.
In other words, the countryside is too remote, everything is inconvenient, not suitable for all kinds of people, and even daunting.
Some elderly people also said: "In these years, the young people who stay in the countryside will definitely not be capable." "All promising people buy houses, have jobs, and earn a lot of money. ”
During the night, a gust of wind blew off the electricity in the village. Causing power outages for several hours.
Villagers say similar cases abound. Especially in winter, when it snows, there is a problem with the circuit, and no one can fix it for days. I understand. Who can climb a frozen power pole to get to work?It would be nice to compare the hearts.
Although there have been great changes in the countryside, relatively speaking, conditions are still not good.
When the elderly are sick, they have to be sent to the city, and the cost of driving back and forth is very large, and the key is that it takes a lot of time.
The children go to school, they go to the city, and there is no middle school in the city. Since the first grade of primary school, there are many boarding children, and some grandparents can't see the past clearly, and they still want to accompany them to study, so they rent a house in the town.
This is even more difficult for children who occasionally come to the countryside. Maybe the mobile phone signal is not good enough to watch the game;There are a lot of muddy places that they don't want to go, so they always shout "go back to the city", and the adults can't help it and go back.
The bridge is still the original bridge, the sand road has become a cement road, and there are solar street lights at the entrance of the village, but it can't keep the hearts of the villagers. After all, high income is a brutal fact and a real emotion that people crave.
Brothers and sisters go their separate ways": the parents are gone, and the family has no worries.
After the funeral, according to the regulations, the brothers and sisters of the brother's wife's family calculate the expenses and also distribute the gift money.
Because everyone is more united and there are not many gifts, it is relatively simple to keep accounts. The house in my hometown was given to my brother's sister's brother, and a few acres of orchards were given to my neighbors to manage, and I didn't want to rent it out so as not to be abandoned.
This vegetable plot was also given to an uncle in a neighboring village who liked to grow vegetables. If the uncle can't walk, we can talk.
The younger brother said, "Give me the house and lock it." "Let each of us have a key and we must have a place to stay when we come back.
In a word, everyone immediately burst into tears. My parents are gone, I don't have to worry about going home, who will come back?There is no gunsmoke, there are memories, there are no parents waiting at the door, why?
During the holidays, they may go to the city together. It's hard to be together without special circumstances.
There are several such houses that are locked up and not opened for months, or even years. There were weeds at the doorway, growing taller than a man.
People have homesickness, but nowadays, homesickness is not there, but homesickness is very common.
The scenery of our hometown nourishes our growth, but it cannot nourish our income and yearning for a better life.
Usually for the hometown, there is not much sadness. But when attending the funeral, people carry the emotions of life and death, and then understand and shed tears.
In the past twenty or thirty years, there have really been too many changes, and it is a little difficult to accept.
I originally thought that when people were old, they would go back to their hometown to care for the elderly, raise chickens and ducks at the door of their homes, have vegetable fields behind the house, and have spring breezes in the old house. Is this just an idea?Plans can change.