After the New Year's flavor, return to your hometown, a place to rely on in the depths of your soul
More than thirty years later, she grew older, and I embarked on a path I had never set foot in. The difference is that she was still there when I was struggling to survive in a small town on the northwestern border. Her countenance was even more hideous, the wrinkles on her face were deeply engraved on her forehead, her eyes became cloudy, and her health was much worse than before. What hasn't changed is that the hometown is still the same place, and the dialect of that place. Year after year, his thoughts took deep roots, sowed the land of hope and ideals deeply, and watered the flowers with his own sweat to make them bloom forever. Her gaze also crossed the mountains, and in that strange starry sky, she found her child, and she saw a forest-like city, with familiar and unfamiliar faces.
Actually, since I left my hometown, I have thought differently from her. From the countryside to the city, from a teenager to a teenager, in the blink of an eye, she has become an old lady with gray hair and shrunken breasts. From spring and winter, at the end of the country road, I saw a pair of anxious eyes staring at the entrance of the village. I know that on the winding mountain road, she also longed for the blue beyond the mountains, escaped from the earthen wall, escaped from the narrow pass, like the white clouds in the sky, soaring freely. But after all, the attachment to the earth turned into a strong love, and he used a few years of plowshares to silently cultivate this land. And in the face of the glory of returning home and my sigh, he just said lightly: We are all young too!
I know that in the years when I was away, she also came to the south with a kind of helplessness and remorse, and she had no time to turn back, only the desire to survive. Every late at night, she will try her best to use a pair of increasingly rough hands to caress the scars, ** herself, and resolve her loneliness. A powerful force, a passionate ideal, has always been by her side. Her fate was so impermanent, and whenever she was in trouble, she would sit alone in a dark corner, warming herself with the sounds of the country and the breath of the country. In the darkness, in her eyes, there were occasional tears rolling.
With a little achievement, it will feed back to the field. Every time she returns to her hometown, she always has to go through some emotional baptism before she returns to this strange city with her dry childhood, her parents' advice, the breath of the countryside, and her sad tears. She has been in that city for most of her life, and although she has a suite, she has never been able to become a real city person, just a piece of dust with cobwebs on the roof of her hometown, swaying in the wind and rain, and it seems that the next moment it will fall down and return to the original place. She absorbs the essence of the countryside and has the blood of the countryside in her body, but she is a farmer who carries tools to make a living in the city, using the city as her home, harvesting and planting wheat, rice, sweet potatoes, and the tools of life brought from the city. However, in his heart, what warmed him the most was this rustic land.
From the gap in the building, she gazed at what was piled up in the field. The sky is narrow and narrow, and there is not a single white cloud in sight, and the occasional gust of wind with a pungent smell sweeps away the smell of grass and trees in the city. There wasn't a trace of dust on the concrete floor of the city, but for some reason, she felt a cold feeling, and her feet stepped on it, and there was a hard feeling. The pedestrians on the streets wore heavy masks that concealed their true thoughts; They don't care about the scenery around them, they don't care about the fields and crops outside the city, they don't care about everything around them, they don't know the loneliness in loneliness, they don't know the little harvest and joy, they can't even sit down and rest, they lie down on the grass, bask in the sun, close their eyes, and face the fleeting time. Your body and mind never stop, and your friends, colleagues, and leaders all work for a living. Freedom, kindness, kindness, are all inspired in pain.
Life is like a stone spinning in a blender, whirling uncontrollably and scarring. The city always treats the countryside as a free lunch, and while enjoying the benefits of the countryside, it questions the conscience and consciousness of society with a kind of hoarse silence. In the ethereal sacrifice, indifferent emotions, pale life, are swept into the incorrigible whirlpool of life. Now, with a shovel and a shovel, she has brought renewal to the city and the perception of the people has been renewed. She walked through the gutters of the city, and endured all the hardships with hard labor and strong will. Years later, she has become a mainstay of this new city.
Every teenager, just like when she came out of the countryside, walked into the big city, embarked on the road of hard work, unwilling to fail, struggled and struggled, glorified and brilliant, and dreamed of returning to her homeland. And the countryside is thriving, and the countryside is empty; More and more new houses are being built, but there is less and less smoke; The green hills are getting greener and greener, and the fields are getting more and more barren. With the improvement of living standards, pork** has also risen, and the prices of rapeseed oil, soybeans, and even wild vegetables have also begun to rise. The countryside has become a field for the elderly and children, who are nostalgic for the soulless field. Confusion, pain, longing.
The destination of her life and the starting point of her dreams are her mother. When she stood at the head of the village, she seemed to be an urban child with no foundation, no foundation, no foundation, and an empty heart. Her tears were salty and astringent. He suddenly felt that only the countryside was the destination of his soul! Only by filling up the mother's withered body and allowing the love of the family to take root again can the garden of the homeland not be wasted.