The flavor of hometown is still strong.

The wind in early spring is still blowing from the north, passing over the cheeks and burning pain. Breathing, white fog lingers in front of me, condensing into a clean world of white tide and frost, and my thoughts are stagnant at this moment, which is hard to pull back for a long time. ...

After crossing the mountain pass, you can see the towering stone wall in front of the door. At the foot of this infinite road that made me yearn for the outside world in my childhood, it is no longer a muddy dirt road that is dusty in rainy days. The dark asphalt pavement extends into the distance. Even the Liu family who lives in the ravine across the street has a cement road leading to the courtyard gate. This family no longer has to bear the burden of moving things.

Today is the second day of the first month of Bing Shen's year, and firecrackers are still ringing sporadically, echoing in the valley, one after another, for a long time. Looking up, there is a pile of red gun paper at every door, which was put aside a few years ago. After the fifth quarter, I was reluctant to clean up. Even if a whirlwind blows, it will cause the boos of the lords, in order to show off in front of the villagers. If any family has a prefix of ten thousand, it is needless to guess that it must be a rich family and a promotion. ...

Usually, the seats in my hometown are very particular, and the old and the young are in an orderly manner. Never lose your mind. The first month, it was different. When you go to your children's grandparents' home to pay a New Year call, you can sit on the table, have a glass of polite wine and guess the rules with your elders. There is no bondage at all. Different from usual, a cake of firecrackers was set off before lunch, and the sound of firecrackers did not fall. The 99-ring Hanako cannon went up into the sky, but it was a pity that it was difficult to appreciate the colorful flowers in the sun, and only thunderous sounds floated in my ears. The huge square table has been filled with dishes. Quietly counted, it happened to be thirteen plates. This is the most abundant summer sleeping mat in my hometown-Thirteen Flowers. After three rounds of wine, the food is served again. There are eight kinds of steamed vegetables, sweet meat, braised bowls, mutton and chicken ribs soup and sweet potato balls. Isn't this the big feast of ordinary happy events-eight big pieces?

Eat, drink and walk on the concrete road. This is a road I am familiar with. I beat pig grass, collect firewood, dig yam and pick up soft ground. On this narrow path leading to the deep mountain, I can't remember how hungry I was and how scared I was. I fell in the mud several times and got up again. The low stone houses where Chen Jia and Cao Jia often took shelter from the rain disappeared along the way. Smoke rises from the chimney on the roof, and the Spring Festival couplets written by the neighboring village master are posted on the doors, even in the canteen. Couplets.

As night fell, I turned to my old house. The quadrangle that I grew up with during the famine years was only broken walls. I stared at the two adobe houses that were still standing askew, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. In front of the door is the immigrant village, where most of the villagers in the production group live, and more than a dozen people have run away, and the house is not big; On the other side of the river are relocated households and a row of houses. Shangyun Road passes through the territory, and every night, the solar street lamps illuminate the new village like daylight. During the Spring Festival, it is difficult to raise the voltage with several voltage regulators. Now, the home is connected to the power grid, red lanterns are hung under the eaves, and the roads are decorated with red. Several cars were parked on the side of the road, and the sound of guessing boxing came from the room. Tiger is the top five, eight horses Qi Fei nine years. ...

Last question, some students are drinking * *. I said that Zhang Shuan didn't finish primary school, so there were no classmates! My friend said that I would have a party if I made a fortune. Now you are having a class reunion. Those brothers who are engaged in business and mining are very rich now. It is normal for primary school classmates to get together. Just follow the fashion.

It's late at night, and I always find it difficult to sleep. There are dogs barking in the distance, firecrackers are still exploding, and the thick flavor of the year echoes in the countryside, which makes people infinitely attached. I sigh, no matter how far I go, I can't get out of the yearning for my hometown on the scale of the Spring Festival.

I moved my hukou from the countryside to the city through connections. Can I transfer my hukou from the city to my hometown?