Where is my hometown?

In the early 1980s, when I was studying in a normal school, I fell in love with the song Olive Tree the first time I heard it. Not only because its tune is kind, simple and easy to sing, but also because of Chyi Yu's heavenly voice, with a touch of sadness in melodious romance, she was moved by the affectionate olive tree in the distance.

At that time, it was not clear that it was a movie episode, and I didn't understand what the lyrics meant. Because of the olive tree, I remembered the name of Sanmao, a female writer in Taiwan Province Province, fell in love with her and her works, and began to look for and outline my hometown and distance from the bottom of my heart.

"Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away." When the melody rings in the ear, the familiar and unfamiliar pictures overlap in front of you. One moment it's clearly visible, the other moment it's blurred.

Where is my hometown? This problem that has been lingering in my mind for many years has plagued and entangled myself for most of my life.

In the past, my understanding and yearning for my hometown were delineated in the distance. That distant place was a land of plenty in the south for a time. This is a snowy northern country. Never overlap everything in front of you with your beautiful hometown.

Perhaps it is that too much suffering in childhood occupies a great spiritual space, perhaps it is that I have heard the words of contempt for outsiders for too long, or maybe my relatives who have no blood are walking around, and I can't find a big tree to shade me at the critical time. For a long time, I couldn't get rid of the resentment, depression, inferiority and isolation printed in my heart. I even changed my hope and longing for my blood relatives in my hometown into disappointment and hopelessness, and I took my anger out on my elders, drifting here like a rootless duckweed.

"Why wander, wander far away", parents will not answer "birds flying in the sky", "streams flowing in the mountains are light" and "vast grasslands". They try to repeat where their hometown is, in which province, county and village, and engrave it in their children's bones. They are always talking about their hometown and their own affairs, and at the same time sighing past lives's helplessness. Why did they leave their hometown? It seems that they don't understand Sanmao's Dream Olive Tree. Why did their parents leave the fertile plain, the land of plenty extending in all directions, and come here to raise a bunch of children.

Time is the best teacher. Until today, I have found my hometown while understanding and admiring my parents.

My parents' hometown is our hometown It is a place with a long history and culture on the south bank of the Yellow River. Rice, peanuts and lotus flowers all grow here, and there are frequent disasters here, either waterlogging or locusts. Shortly after the founding of New China, my father drove a carriage across the Yellow River to live in Shanxi. The birth of eldest brother brought joy to parents, but also brought pressure to the father who was born as an orphan and was fostered in his uncle's house. They should have their own home, and they should take on family responsibilities.

My father worked hard, from Shanxi to Shaanxi, and finally left his hometown with his wife and children and settled down in Tongguan County.

In Ganquangou, I spent seventeen years of poverty and happiness. It is this valley of Weibei, Coal Capital and Chuan Dao that has become my veritable hometown.

Decades have passed, and every time I hear olive trees, I feel homesick for no reason. It seems that I have been wandering for a long time. The real hometown is a ravine in the city. But earth-shaking changes have taken place in this ravine, which has made us far away from home.

We immigrants have lived for three generations, taking Gou as their hometown, and finally left Ganquangou and their hometown for various reasons and began to "wander" in the same city.

This kind of vagrancy is short and beautiful, and it will leave because of the urging of the relocation office, and will move back because of the arrangement of the relocation office. At this time, if you ask where your hometown is, your heart is full of mixed feelings. Familiar with the intimate Ganquangou, there are no caves to remember.

Listening to songs and thinking about my hometown, my mood is still like duckweed.

Thankfully, my hometown is being rebuilt according to the urban development plan. In the near future, a brand-new Ganquangou that matches the development of the times will appear in front of us. Some descendants of immigrants moved back to their new homes. It's a high-rise elevator, a commercial community, and the narrow alleys in the past are brand-new and can't be found anymore.

Thoughts flow in the spring breeze, and hometown appears in the melody.

Sanmao went away for the olive tree in her heart.

I have lost the romance of wandering far away, and can only imagine the loneliness and loneliness of wandering far away.

I think it's a little sad to be small; Be ambitious and enlighten wisdom. Where is my hometown? It is located in a ravine in Weibei, this beautiful city.