The north wind urges the plum blossoms, and the frost brings the year. At the end of the Lunar New Year, the work finally ended, and I went back to my hometown that I hadn't met for a long time.
Inside the car, ** flows like water, and outside the car window, the sparse woods, gray villages, and large green wheat fields also flow like water. My mood has also become silky smooth because of my homecoming.
More than 100 miles away, but I did not return for more than two months due to the stumbling of work, and I felt guilty in the face of my hometown. My hometown is not alienated because of my "unfilial piety", the tree is still the tree, the tile is still the tile, the house is still the house, but there are more vehicles from all over the country on the roadside, and the license plate spans the north and south of the river. The people who returned by car were kites wandering outside, and when they approached the end of the year, they were dragged back by the thread of missing. The homeland is deep, the roots are buried in it, and the "rush" deeply rooted in the blood is boiling day and night, and finally erupts on the occasion of the Spring Festival. I was also one of them, walking through the streets and into my hometown, greeting the cordial greetings of the villagers along the way: "Coming back?" "It's back! You see, the people in my hometown did not say "come" to me, but added a "hui" before the word "come". Standing in front of my hometown, I am not as a "guest", I am just a leaf tired of standing on the branches, to get close to the roots.
The big yellow dog at home was the first to see me, and wagged its tail from a distance, rushing like an arrow, too late to dodge, and two black "plum blossoms" were printed on the placket. My mother was steaming and frying in the kitchen, and since I said I was going back the day before yesterday, she started preparing food. "Mother's taste" has always been an important part of nostalgia, because of this meal, the stomach that has been making do with it for a year has been comforted, the cold and hard shell has receded, and the inside has softened into a pool of spring water.
Aunt Wang, a neighbor, came to visit the door and saw me, happy and lonely: "It's better to be close, and I'll come back when I say I'm back." "I suddenly remembered that Aunt Wang's son worked in Xi'an, and he had not come back for the New Year for many reasons in the past few years. If you eagerly wait for nothing, everyone will be lost. The mother saw Aunt Wang's sadness, and hurriedly comforted her: "The day before yesterday, I saw your grandson's ** in his uncle's mobile phone, and he looked very energetic." When it comes to her grandson, Aunt Wang's loneliness is swept away: "It's one year old, and on the birthday just the day before yesterday, I will call my parents." Before the words fell, Aunt Wang's mobile phone rang, and she took it out to take a look and hurriedly picked it up: "Alas, okay, it's all ......."If you can't come back, you won't come back, and you can see ...... in **Want to eat my fried dumplings? Okay, I'll ask your dad to courier you over tomorrow ......The road at the entrance of the village has been repaired, and the two rows of big willow trees have not been cut down, so I'll take pictures of them for you now......"Aunt Wang walked out of our house, left her smile in the yard, and turned it into a spring breeze.
Thousands of miles away, if you can't return for special reasons, let the voice come back, let the eyes come back. Far away from thousands of mountains and rivers, through the mobile phone, you can still kiss the scenery of the old garden.
Author: Li Mei, a middle school teacher, loves words.
*: Geng Wanrong.