It's the New Year, and I borrow the spring breeze for thousands of miles
Written by Sun Shuheng.
When I was a child, I was poor and looked forward to the New Year.
can have good food, good clothes and fun, and people are not short of ambition.
Entering the wax moon, there is the taste of the year.
I want to buy new clothes, buy firecrackers, and twist Yangge.
Steaming bean buns, steaming rice cakes, making tofu, and killing pigs is the most satisfying time.
Catching up with the market is the most spectacular event, and the New Year's paintings are on the wall, auspicious.
Sticking couplets is the best seal for the old year and the best hope for the new year.
A group of people cheered and the horses barked, and the six animals were prosperous, and the scene of joy and rejoicing.
I don't sleep day and night, always thinking about the firecrackers in the wing, and a few times every other day.
When I was a child, the village was not small, giving birth to my hometown and ancestors, giving birth to my suffering and innocence.
When I grew up, I always wanted to leave my hometown.
Go and see the distant places, the poems and the distances.
Always unsatisfactory, desires are always boundless.
Always see different thoughts, this mountain looks at the mountain high, and has thousands of miles of rivers in mind.
Day by day, no matter how high you stand, you can't find the root of life.
Standing and sitting are as tall as duckweed.
When he was sober, he was impassioned, and when he was drunk, he looked back at his hometown over and over again.
There is the source of his own blood, the calcium and growth elements in his bones, the red stove fire blown by the bellows, the warm hot kang head, the pebbles of the Yakniu River and the immovable hills.
You can love and hate at will, and the earth will last forever.
Now the threshold of the hometown has been broken, the old house has become a bullpen, and the sparrows have pecked the fruit of the old apricot tree.
The parents couldn't wait any longer, they had already been buried in the hill, and the father-in-law and mother-in-law were gone, but fortunately, the brother-in-law was guarding and there was a place to return.
On the way to my hometown, my footprints are becoming more and more scarce.
Be ashamed to let your gray hair sway in the wind of your hometown and let your ancestors pity you.
Cut the umbilical cord and cut the constant nostalgia. Homesickness is always in my heart, always so soft, so that I will always have tears in my eyes.
Now that he is slowly getting old, he does not dare to take the word hometown lightly.
Thirty years in his hometown, he has nurtured his body, his eyes are beautiful and beautiful, he doesn't know where to go, he has a family, and his soul has a place to rest.
In the past 30 years, he has worked hard in the city, set up in other people's other places, sheltered his children, and sheltered his family, and every experience is a memory of not admitting defeat.
Hometown is always so far away.
It's not just in my eyes.
Or in the landscape of life.
Time has passed, and I strongly feel that a person with a hometown is lucky.
So now in a foreign place, it is a second hometown, such entanglements and complexes, every time I think of it, it is only a short moment, and such feelings are burning.
Thank yourself, accept imperfections, be brave to change, remain grateful, and always have a hometown in your heart.
Now that I'm retiring, passionate, not giving up my hobbies, and really doing it, shouldn't I give myself a little applause?
The illustrations are selected from the works of painter Liu Fengshan. Liu Fengshan, a native of Chifeng Aohan Banner, once served as a senior editor of "Jilin **" and a national first-class artist; He is a member of the Binding Art Committee of the China Edition Association and a director of the Jilin Provincial Artists Association. Here are a few of the folkloric paintings he created)
Author's profile: Sun Shuheng, pen name Hengxin Yongzai, a native of Naiman Banner in Inner Mongolia. He is a member of the China Financial Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Essayists Association, a member of the Inner Mongolia Writers Association, a member of the Inner Mongolia Poetry Society, a member of the Western Essayists Association, and a member of the Inner Mongolia Popular Literature and Art Research Association).