Must I go home for the Spring Festival?

It is easy to go home. When the cities light up one by one, no matter how much you yawn and how tired you are, you will always return to the last little comfort: those who are extremely familiar with it, the bed that you are used to sleeping, are waiting for you there.

It's hard to go home, too. Day after day's hard work and wandering may not be close to success, but the strangeness to the native land is increasing day by day. Thinking of elderly parents and childhood playmates will inevitably lead to wandering melancholy. But the dream of returning home is only in a few long holidays every year.

When I was a child, I studied ancient poetry, but I didn't understand the white clouds and pale dogs behind "the lake is only reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze doesn't change the old waves", let alone the solemn affection contained in "children meet strangers and ask where the guests come from" Now that I have been away from home for a long time, when I stepped on the platform, I realized that the wanderers outside were far away from my hometown.

This generation of urbanites are rootless travelers.

Beishangguang has become the family business of the third generation of immigrants and a hot spot for young people in small towns, but it is increasingly difficult to find long-lost peace of mind. In front of us are the secrets of new wealth, the general trend of science and technology, and the trend of fashion. However, all new things related to material and consumption have their own soft light effect as soon as they appear.

In contrast, the native place is only a few Chinese characters in the household registration book, and the vague appearance of the hometown stays in childhood, and the ancestral hall and genealogy are legendary things. Moreover, urban and rural areas, Chinese and western, old and new experiences have changed together, and there are people's hearts.

I remember the movie "Little Door God", and many details are quite warm. On the earth, Xiaoying, a single mother, took her daughter Yuer back to her hometown town, took over a century-old wonton shop from her grandmother and lived a simple life.

There is a bridge where Rain is falling all begging Xiaoying to attend the Halloween party in town. After taking a seat, Xiaoying opened her mouth, ordered long island iced tea, and leisurely mixed wine with Rain is falling all, having a good time. It can be seen that city life is no stranger to Xiaoying and Rain is falling all. But their choice is to return to the acquaintance society, keep a pot of "century-old soup" and continue to write the legacy of their ancestors.

Come to think of it, you are lucky to have a home to go back to and keep your thoughts. Compared with the slow-paced home, more ordinary people are struggling in big cities, and I am afraid that even the conditions and courage to go home are gradually losing.

The little door god intends to build an ideal home. The door gods Shen Tu and Lei Yu are the guardians of the family.

In the movie, although the two brothers are on the verge of unemployment, they still want to do their duty as gatekeepers. "The world is in chaos, and the world needs the protection of the goalkeeper." With this idea, we seek change in the danger of stagnation, trying to unlock three seals and release the legendary monster-Nian. But in the end, the two possessed door gods let the town return to its original point, waiting for more people to return.

In reality, when development and progress have shaped small towns all over the country into the same appearance, once peace is broken, traditional homes will be more precious.

After watching the movie, I felt very lost. Perhaps the material residence will not disappear, but the spiritual hometown is on the verge of collapse. How many of us can take time out of our busy schedules to listen to their parents talk about their past experiences? How many people can come back to see the changes in their hometown or ancestral home over the years? As for the Spring Festival, solar terms or customs that have been followed since ancient times, how many can arouse the ripples of curiosity in the passage of time?

We pay too much attention to ourselves and the small world around us, and even set up a strange home in the distance, which also makes the old home become a new distance.

Time always walks quietly. Once it was detected, things changed.

"Ji Xiang Xuanzhi" wrote, "There are loquat trees in the courtyard, which were planted in the year when my wife died. Now they are flourishing and covered with branches." There is a contrast today, which is even more embarrassing.

When I was a child, the courtyards, grasslands and lonely paths in my hometown must have been replaced by high-rise buildings and bustling business districts. Perhaps only the towering trees are still sheltering this once intimate land.

I have a friend who went to study in the countryside and wrote a touching song called Home. The first four sentences are:

Home is an unknown distance.

The distance is a heavy bag.

The bag is the shadow of retreat.

Shadow is my direction to go home.

The chorus said, "Where there is home, it is far away, and where there is home, it is home." I hope everyone can find a lighthouse to light the way home. And every door is protected by a keeper.

It's the New Year. If you are free, you must remember to go home.

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