Nostalgic lyric prose

The Spring Festival is approaching, and the wanderers who have worked hard for a year are more and more eager to go home. A unique wave of returning hundreds of millions of people to their hometowns and cities will be released at the same time on the beautiful and vast land of China, on land, on water and in the sky, day and night.

China people return to their hometown and city during the Spring Festival, just like the biggest and most famous migration scene of wildebeest and zebra in Serengeti and Masai Mara National Park on earth. On TV, I have seen such a spectacular scene more than once. When they run, they make a sound like a tidal wave, and their hooves leap high, which can make the earth tremble, and even the stirred red soil ash occupies half the sky. As far as I know, the wild animals in these two mirrors add up to just over one million. No matter in quantity or region, it can't be compared with China's return to the city during the Spring Festival.

What forces can bring about such a large population migration? In the final analysis, it should be inseparable from homesickness, missing and reunion. The great migration is to shorten the distance of homesickness.

In the middle of winter, homesickness naturally forms. At this point, it is futile to use omnipotent money to lure overtime and raise wages, or to increase the fare for returning home to the city by rebellious means when encountering heavy snow or fog.

Therefore, homesickness naturally becomes a flow of people and money; Homesickness has become a narrow and thin train ticket, boat ticket and plane ticket; Homesickness, becoming the wife of my hometown, standing by the willow tree in the sunset, has been missing for a long time; Homesickness is the expectation that children stand on tiptoe and lie on the windowsill; Homesickness is the elderly parents, holding hoes, standing by the ridge, standing by the bridge, standing by the roadside, with a pair of muddy eyes, day after day, month after month, facing the direction of the car coming. Therefore, homesickness has become the longing for anxious to return for people at home or abroad. Xue Daoheng, a poet in the Sui Dynasty, wrote "People miss home every day": "I only entered the spring for seven days and left home for two years. People belong to geese, I miss the flowers. " From this ancient poem, we can also realize that the longer tourists go abroad since ancient times, the deeper their homesickness.

Back in time, I remember that at the beginning of the year, spring was chilly, Liu Shuer had not reported the news of spring to people, and people's taste of the year had not completely dissipated. Anxious daughters-in-law prepared bulging bags for their husbands early. From the warm room out of the faint sunshine, step by step back, across the bridge, to the crossroads at that moment, homesickness began to exist.

As for the wife, her half-lovesick soul was taken by her husband to a prosperous and distant city, to a busy and dusty construction site, and to her husband's lonely quilt at night. Tired during the day and calm at night, they have not forgotten their duty, that is, to work hard and create wealth for society and family.

When he came back from the crowd, covered in dust, exhausted and homesick, the old father smiled with confidence when he saw that his son found himself dark, but much healthier than before. Mother kept spinning around the pot. Where is my wife? She is drinking quietly. As night falls, the whole family, old and young, sit together, talk about the past, look forward to the future, and send wine to welcome the arrival of the new year and spring.