Classic Prose: Going Back to Hometown, Constant Mouth

Almost many people have this experience: far away from home, working hard for their dreams, they will inevitably taste all kinds of bitterness before success, but the belief of going home will never change, because my hometown has my parents who raised me, my beloved girl and my homesickness.

The first sight of life

19 years old, left his hometown and started his study career in a foreign country. I can clearly remember the scene of that year. That day, it rained in Mao Mao. My aunt sent me a packet of boiled eggs, and my grandfather sent me to the railway station to say goodbye. I was not sensible at that time and left my hometown without looking back. It was not until I arrived in that strange city that I realized that I was far from my hometown, and my subsequent study and work occupied most of my time.

Nine years have passed in an instant, and the passage of time has not diluted my homesickness. On the contrary, it is more urgent to go home. No matter how far the wanderer goes, I will never forget my hometown that haunts my dreams. People ask me, why should I go all the way back, but only for a few days? But my parents never ask me, because they know their son. They know that my roots are here, this is my birthplace, and it is also a transit point for every turning point in my life. There should be the love of my life here.

On the day I returned home, I saw you on that familiar road. There is a crescent moon and a few sparse stars in the sky. In the smile at each other, that moment is fixed forever.

When I suddenly met, my heart was full of joy, but I couldn't say it, so I was a little shy in my tenderness and a little afraid in my family. In the world of mortals, all encounters are always unexpected. It's good to have met each other, but I have missed each other. I met the person I wanted to meet among thousands of people. In thousands of years, I happened to meet him in the wilderness without cliffs.

It would be nice to see life at first sight and let that nature, that memory and that sincerity pervade life all the time. Why are there misunderstandings, puzzles and guesses? Why is there coldness and alienation? Why?

At first glance, this is a beautiful dream. Beautiful dreams are like beautiful poems, beautiful and short. All I can do is hope that this beautiful dream will never wake up.

In this beautiful dream, I hope everything can start again, and I can return to the joy and touch when I first saw it. In my dream, you are still the same. In front of my eyes, your smile, just like that moment, still moved me so much.

Trace the old house

My hometown is Fengjiawan, Hengkou Town. On the third day, I, my mother, my cousin and my cousin returned to our old house. In fact, my hometown has existed in name only at this time. Since the implementation of the resettlement project, the villagers have all moved to the town, leaving only dilapidated houses and broken walls in the village. The so-called hope is just to find the sporadic memories of childhood and get spiritual comfort.

The car stopped at the locked primary school gate, and the four of us walked to the old house. Walking out of the empty playground, my mother sighed: "Alas, you had more than 200 dolls when you were a child, and now there is no road!" " The three of us are speechless with my mother's sigh, because my mother has been wandering in other places for many years, and because we don't want it to be like this in our hearts. Hometown, the weakest place in our hearts and the place with the deepest memory, subjectively, we can't accept the present reality, but we are still looking for the original in our minds. ...

Approaching the old house, I saw two old trees in front of it. Unfortunately, I stared at the two lonely and dry stumps, experiencing the wind and telling the vicissitudes of life. In my memory, these two ancient trees, one thick and one thin, are more than 30 meters high, not far apart, as close as brothers. At that time, adults regarded these two trees as Roche's ancestral trees (because they grew in front of the ancestral grave, more than 100 years ago), and children were not allowed to climb up, dig the bird's nest, and were not allowed to destroy the trees. Anyone who violates the "three noes" will be severely punished. As a result, these two trees are flourishing and stand tall, becoming brothers, life and hometown trees in the hearts of villagers ... Gallen Lo Shu Yao Cliff is named after this. Now people walk on trees and die, even the "roots" will be broken.

When I came to the old house, it was still the same mess, the same old, and my heart cooled down. How can I forget the courtyard where Roche's uncles and brothers live? It is my frequent contact point and paradise. At that time, because we were young, most of us went to other people's homes to find our brothers. Some of them bring us not only a sense of security, but also freshness. Watching this family play poker and listening to that family, we have no idea what monotony is. Especially during the Chinese New Year, we little brothers eat jiaozi and popcorn at our uncle's house, and then stay up late with our brothers after going home to see God. We are all curious and happy to see what others are playing. We will never be bored and never satisfied ... Now people are empty, and even the "home" in their hometown can't be found.

I haven't seen my grandfather for four years. He is eighty-three years old. His once burly body is now crumbling, and even his once favorite little grandson can't be recognized for a while. The village is closed, and my grandfather can't remember what day it is today. When I touched my grandmother's grave, I saw it was abandoned. My uncle cut a path among rocks, weeds, thorns and treetops for relatives to worship. My uncle planted crops and cypresses on my grandmother's grave. Looking at those stones and weeds, it doesn't look like they are on the ground, but in our hearts. At that time, this was my home! Besides my parents, my grandmother is the one who raised me and educated me. Grandma cooked the same meal, so sweet and delicious, with a long aftertaste. I am the most convinced, and I remember what my grandmother said. My grandmother never scolded me. She always preaches to me about other people's affairs, always urges me to learn good things, and always tells me to study more and become a successful person in the future ... Now, my grandmother has left and lives here forever.

After dinner, we walked along the yard, looking for the story that happened in this corner and the footprints left by that path. Look for parents in the east and parents in the west. After walking around, we all said, "The yard seems much smaller than before! I have already finished before I leave! " Is that really the case? I have been wandering outside for many years, maybe I am used to the outside world before I feel that the yard is small.

While I was sleeping.

A few days after I came back from my hometown, I always dreamed of the land that raised me in the middle of the night. Lost relatives, childhood playmates, beloved girls, lush forests, ridges and hillsides are all vivid. This is a dream, it is so real. After the aftertaste, I can't help feeling dejected.

At first, I dreamed of my late grandmother. Grandma sat by the bed with a kind smile on her face. I struggled to get up, trying to seize this moment, trying to get close to grandma, touching her face, and then studying her face carefully. Reaching out and holding those pale hands, grandma disappeared instantly. I suddenly woke up in tears, completely sleepy.

After waking up from my dream, the rest of the long night passed with my heart. Get up and sit still, let the roaring night blend with the cool evening breeze, and corrode the only warmth in my heart.

From that night on, it was like being possessed. Every midnight, my soul will return to the land where I grew up. There is a complex that I can't solve. Have my ` closest relatives. That kind of feeling is hard to give up, and I can't get rid of the dream that I once conceived in that land.

The hardships of parents are still vivid. However, the ambition once promised has not been realized. Young and frivolous want to rely on their own efforts, down-to-earth and conscientious work. I think this can change the fate of the family, become the pride of parents, and make parents feel gratified.

Reality and ideal often run counter to each other. That thick soil has really nurtured my heavy and vigorous spirit and made me bravely face the setbacks in my life. Simple elders and parents also use their simple nature, hardworking hands and frugal enthusiasm. I have been influenced by my parents since I was a child. Determined to be a generous and upright person in the future.

However, the reality is changeable, but I haven't. Accustomed to the reality of the ferocious, but reluctantly accepted the indifference of human feelings. I can't change anything, just know clearly what to stick to or what to stick to, and I can't lose what's in my bones. What is needed is self-adjustment to cope with this changeable society. Try not to be swept away by pedantic waves.

Perhaps, all the efforts and hardships in this life can't change your family and your own destiny in the end. I don't expect to be proud of my parents in their lifetime and let them live a rich and carefree life. Life is just plain, and health is the happiest.