Sometimes I am very confused, I really can't tell whether I, a person who came out of the countryside and walked into the city, am I a guest in the countryside or a guest in the city?
During the Spring Festival, please take a month's vacation, return to your hometown, and meet your family, friends and fellow villagers, there is an indescribable comfort. Lying on the familiar clay kang in the middle of the night, I actually remembered a poem by Li Bai: Floating clouds and wandering children, the sunset is old and human. I couldn't help but think of the warmth and politeness of the villagers to me, and suddenly I felt a kind of sadness as a guest in the township.
Back in the city, I was busy and satisfied, but in the evening, my colleagues returned to their warm homes, and I stayed alone in the dormitory, listening to the wind and rain outside, and I didn't know what was written in the book in my hand, and a strangeness of being a guest in the city arose.
Am I, a person who has walked out of the countryside, really a city child? Am I, a child who has gone into the city, really no longer a rural child?
1988.6.1. Write down the lamp.
In fact, this feeling of confusion is still there. It has been 40 years since I walked into the city, and whenever a person calms down, I will still think of the small village with smoke on the Jizhong Plain. The streets, trees, and characters there are a little blurry, but they seem to be clearer and warmer than all the things in front of you.