Every young person who leaves the countryside and goes to the big city is like a person swimming in the river of the times, the two banks of this river are the hometown and the city, the hometown is in the back, the city is in the front, and the young people who are wandering are in the middle of the river.Speaking of nostalgia, I always unconsciously think of the poem in the afterglow.
Nostalgia is a stamp, a ship ticket, a grave, a strait.
Time has changed, and the distance in space has long ceased to be an obstacle, and time will always be squeezed out.
But nostalgia is still there, and today's nostalgia has a new helplessness and loneliness in addition to homesickness.
For young people who come out of the countryside, nostalgia is actually a kind of helplessness and loneliness.
We can never go back to our hometown, from the moment we go to the city to study, we no longer belong there.
From the moment you leave the countryside and go to the city, nostalgia is already doomed.
Even if I return to my hometown on holidays, I occasionally meet up with friends who stayed there, and I can still happily eat and drink together and reminisce about the past, and the conversation seems to be the same as before, but in the exchange and small talk, it is just a reminiscence of the past.
The parents they talked about were short of my interest, and they had few responses to the work pressure I complained about, and it seemed that there was no common topic except for the past.
I sometimes think that time seems to stand still in my hometown.
The mountains of my hometown have not changed, the water has not changed, the trees have not changed, the land has not changed, the crops have not changed, and the people who have stayed there do not seem to have changed.
Nothing seems to have changed, time does stand still there, justThe moment I left my hometown, I stepped out of my hometown time.
I have changed when I left my hometown, and I am forever disconnected from there.
After many years of leaving the city, I returned to my hometown, and unfortunately I was no longer able to integrate into my hometown.
And the most embarrassing thing is that in the big cities, it's also hard for us to fit in, and we don't belong there.
In a big city, time not only does not stand still in the city, but flows rapidly, and we are outsiders who break into the city time.
The city is full of strange people, strange relationships, strange lifestyles, strange ways of working, and strange everything.
Here, my circle and experience in my hometown do not come into play, and no one can help me solve the difficulties I encounter.
I wanted to go and complain to my parents, but I knew they could only comfort me and tell me to go home when I was tired.
It is useless to complain except to annoy them.
And "go home when you're tired"? I also knew that I couldn't go back, I had to stick with it.
I felt frustrated, disappointed, lonely, wanted to go home but couldn't.
The road ahead is bumpy, and there is no road back.
This is nostalgia, a knot that cannot be untied.
Every young person who leaves the countryside and goes to the big city is like a person swimming in the river of the times, the two banks of this river are the hometown and the city, the hometown is in the back, the city is in the front, and the young people who are wandering are in the middle of the river.
When I felt tired and couldn't swim, I felt remorseful, I had the idea of retreating, and when I looked back, my relatives and friends on the shore of my hometown were long gone.
They waved goodbye to me as I left, and they stared at me who had swam resolutely to the city on the other side, until they turned and went home silently after watching me go away.
I could only swim forward, towards the city ahead, even if there was no figure waiting for me on the shore in front of me.
But I can't stop, and to stop means to sink, and I can only swim forward without hesitation.
I will be helpless because I can't turn back, and I will be lonely because I can only move forward alone, this is homesickness.