My ideal hometown

The meaning of hometown to a person should not be abandoned, and whether it is love or hate, she has been implanted in your life and can't get rid of it. If you really want to abandon it, the pain may be the same as life.

since I was young, I don't seem to have a good impression of my hometown. It is such a barren and boring place. Since I was studying, I have been on the journey to escape from my hometown. This place was not the place where my parents were born, probably when my parents were in their teens, because the Zhexi Reservoir stored water and immigrated here. My mother's hometown when she was young was on the bank of Zijiang River, with gentle terrain and numerous fertile fields. My father's hometown is in Pitang, next to the most urgent dangerous beach in Zijiang, and he lives by fishing by the river. Because it is the only place for the upstream and downstream, grandma also opened a small hotel by the river to entertain passing passengers. They left their homes when they were teenagers and immigrated here. At that time, the immigrants didn't have any subsidies, and they just drove away the local residents to make room for the immigrants from far away, so the places they could choose were basically remote.

My father and mother started to be the masters at the age of 16 or 17, and they started their life's hard work here. The whole village is distributed on a hillside and a half, and a thin water source nourishes the whole village from a short mountain stream in the back mountain. When organizing a group, a shallow canal was built from the hillside, and the water was led from the ravine to the back of the home along the hillside. It had to go through several earth ditches and bamboo notes, and a lot of water would be missed in the middle. When I was young, I was impressed by the fact that in the dry season of summer, people in the village were often queuing for water. In the middle of the night, the water has to be poured into the field. Parents often stay at the edge of the field all night to keep the water, and there are no fewer contradictions and conflicts in the village for that slip of water. At that time, how much we envied those villages near the water, like inexhaustible water.

But that flowing water was also the biggest paradise in my childhood. It flowed from the field next to my neighbor's house, crossed the path near the field ridge and fell more than one meter to the field below, impacting a big pool like a waterfall. I often play by the ditch, catch tadpoles and toads, put paper boats and so on. Once, my parents went to work, and I was the only one playing at the edge of the ridge. I accidentally fell into the pool with my head down. At that time, adults were not at home, but fortunately, an old woman in the neighborhood was hanging things at home. It seemed that I had disappeared at the edge of the field, so I came to see it, only to find that I had fallen, and I quickly shouted for someone. My nose and mouth were all in the water, and my face was covered with mud and blood. At that time, I didn't breathe. After some tossing, I took my breath, and my father and mother were in a hurry to cry.

I seem to be a little sensible, and I often go to the fields with my parents to help. Next to the house, a few square meters of land is opened in the corner beside the ridge to grow vegetables. The land is basically full of stones and little soil. Therefore, the hoes we use here are pointed, and we can't raise them too high, otherwise our hands will numb when we go down to Mars. Planting vegetables in this field depends entirely on artificial fertilization and watering to grow crops. When I was young, I didn't know how to share the burden of my parents, so I thought it would be easier to go to school, and I didn't have to work hard to help in the fields. Therefore, the summer vacation and winter vacation in a year are not as happy as expected, so it is inevitable to go to the fields to help, or to dial peanuts and corn kernels upstairs, and sometimes we can only shirk some farm work by doing homework.

Studying is the only way to escape from this land. My primary school is a village-run primary school. There are two classes, one is Grade One, and the other is Grade Three. I enroll students every other year. There are only eight students and one teacher in one grade. Everyone has classes in one classroom, and when one grade has classes, the other grade does homework. After reading the fourth grade, I will go to a complete primary school four miles away to read the fifth and sixth grades, and I will go to town to study after junior high school. Junior high school students come from all parts of the town, and many students come from more distant mountain villages. Everyone comes to the town, and this has become a part of life, so it seems that they have slowly left the small village on the side of the mountain. In high school, I went to a farther county to go to school, and gradually the scope of my hometown became larger and larger, and the small village on the side of the mountain became smaller and smaller. When I was in college, I came to the provincial capital. At this time, people from a county in the hometown association were hometown people. I fled my hometown, just like shirking the farm work my parents asked me to do in the summer vacation, and I was escaping with reading.

Because the college entrance examination was not ideal, I only went to a very general college. When I returned to my hometown, I didn't dare to say where to study. It seemed that my selfish escape didn't win the honor of my parents and I was ashamed to face my parents in my hometown. When I started to work after finishing college, I couldn't find a job. Several students went to Shandong thousands of miles away to work, and the factory salary couldn't be paid after one year. I had to send some money from home and buy a ticket to work in the south. My hometown is an unavoidable place. When I return to my hometown, I feel like I'm naked. I'm afraid of being pointed at behind my back and have nowhere to hide.

I worked in Guangzhou for several years, and occasionally I went back to my hometown during the Chinese New Year. It was like sneaking around, staying at home for a few days and then quietly leaving. I'm afraid to go back to my hometown, and I don't want to talk about it in front of outsiders. Working outside, when chatting and asking where you are from, you usually answer Hunan people, and people will ask where you are from in Hunan. Yiyang. Even if most people come here, in fact, there may not be many people who know Yiyang. If you continue to ask questions about Anhua, what you can know may be even less. Of course, Anhua's black tea was not so famous at that time. It's like wearing a pair of broken shorts and being stripped off one by one. This may also be the same as my self-abased and introverted personality since childhood. I fled my hometown and got rid of my self-abased self and set up a perfect image outside.

Because of my work, I have been to more places in China and visited several countries in the world. When I return to my hometown, I look at the ordinary and memorable scene, as if I saw the childhood when the ugly duckling couldn't find a way out.

My once ideal hometown should be rich and beautiful, full of childhood fun. My parents don't have to go through so many hardships and hard times, but I can proudly introduce it to others that it is my hometown. When I was almost forty years old, I always thought that all the pain could not be touched. I never thought that the longer I left my hometown, the farther I left, and those feelings that I couldn't let go in the past were blurred and faded by years. I feel the strength given to me by my hometown, and calmly and calmly grasp my own direction and sail to a wider world.