I have been working outside for six or seven years, and I only go home for a short stay during the Chinese New Year. After working outside for a long time, I was surprised to find that I was born and raised in my hometown, and it seemed that I was completely derailed from my hometown life.
Many familiar elders in the village have passed away, and their voices and smiles can no longer be seen. I don't know how many of the villagers' children in the village got married and started a family, and had children and daughters.
Several neighbors of the same age as their parents also became old, with gray hair and crutches, struggling to walk the streets.
Among the neighbors, the children who had been learning to speak had grown into lively and cute tall students, and they were jumping and laughing and passing by me, so that I could not recognize their identities until they saw my grandmother, and a sweet cry suddenly dawned on .......
The familiar old houses of the past are no longer there, or collapsed, or rebuilt into tall, beautiful and spacious buildings, and the original dilapidated and difficult to walk streets have become hardened cement roads or asphalt roads.
Dongshan is inconvenient to contract land for a few cultivations, and people are allowed to farm for free everywhere, because the mountains are high and the roads are far away, the income is very small, and the households are changed in turns.
I think that at the beginning, in the village, no matter where I went, there were smiling faces and faces that I was familiar with. Now I have to rely on hard work to work as a coolie, walking around the village, many strangers look at me with curious eyes, and occasionally a few of my peers meet, and they also greet me with a smile and nod in response, and I really feel like I have become an outsider.
In this village, every grass, tree, brick and tile in the village, I remember that I am a real farmer who was born and raised.
After living outside for six or seven years, he almost did not participate in the red and white ceremonies in the village, as if he was completely isolated from the village.
Passing by my parents who lived in the old house, but when I saw General Tie lock the door, I couldn't help but feel sad and sad. However, now that things are wrong, I have become a strange passerby.
The nostalgia can never be erased in my heart, but after six or seven years of hard work outside, people's worldly eyes make me feel that my real home has become a familiar and strange place.