Nostalgia | Jin Fenfei: Return to the land

Return to the soil

Jin Fenfei

When Qingming returned home, his eyes were full of wheat green, the grave in the green, and the lonely old house.

I also saw the harvest, the festivities written on the Spring Festival, and the peaceful relatives in the graves. O relatives of my hometown, when my life comes to an end, I have no other place to go, I have come here to find you, I have no heaven, only homeland.

Sooner or later, I will also cut off a road, live in an empty room, and cause a few relatives to cry.

The clear wind is blowing, blowing away the old house, blowing away all the people who have lived here, blowing people to the ends of the earth, blowing the grass that gives birth to thoughts in their hearts, and returning here to land and take root.

In the soil under the grass, there is an endless amount of grass, accompanied by endless crops. For example, the smart people in the world always have to live a lifetime with the stupid, the smart people live a lifetime of laughing at the stupid, the stupid people in the self-proclaimed wisdom is also a lifetime, and not necessarily the happiness is worse than the smart people, the life expectancy is not shorter than the smart people. My God, when you let the wise man maximize his ingenuity, you also set the stage for the idiot to perform his stupidity and stupidity, and finally the two went into the ground together, which is called fairness.

Like this old house, everyone finally has to face the remaining loneliness and fear alone, at that time, there is not even a chance to support themselves, and even the qualifications to miss, remember, and pray for help are also deprived, such as cut grass, slaughtered chickens. He is stored forever in the wilderness, where it is not his, his leg bone and skull will be separated, the left hand bone will leave the right hand bone, the metacarpal bone will become mud, these, the little bugs will know, the grass will know.

In the old courtyard, a peach tree bloomed, full of flowers, and also went to the grand event of the wind and snow in the spring, and may not have formed several huge peaches. The old people often say that the more flowers bloom, the less fruit there is, and like hope, people may not be self-intoxicated when they live, slow and leisurely, and living at any time is the same as grass, like small insects, and the same as the wind.

The old house is a symbol. The sunlight on the roof and the snow in winter, the ice slip under the eaves, the birds and finches singing and pecking, the spring league on the door is plastered with firecrackers, and the relatives are drunk to prostrate themselves to the New Year, these are all taken away by the New Year, taken to the ends of the earth, and what cannot be taken away is this old house, the home of a person's heart.

This is what we know: the home in a person's heart is not only the old house, but also the life in this house over the years, and the family and stories filled with the house. Although this house is low and old, poor as a wash, but every corner of the house is full of precious stories like gold, the words and deeds of relatives, sounds and smiles, just in your own heart, others can not know and understand, your heart is full of heaviness, only when you enter this house, you know best: home! Even if you have been wandering outside for many years, you will not forget your journey home.

With this home, I want to live and take death as my last lover, in fact, when I was just born, she opened her arms to me, and the last thing she embraced was my life.

May she embrace this piece of my homeland.