Happy New Year
Send four sea brothers
Before you know it, the year is coming to an end. According to the convention, no matter what happened yesterday, it doesn't matter what will be faced tomorrow, always say goodbye to the hurried 2021, because no matter how much it is unwilling, it will eventually pass.
Just looking back, Xiao Lifeng looked at his hometown, and the hometown did not see only the cangs. The tired body and mind are still circling the mountains and rivers, and within the eyes, it is a failure, it is a stumbling. It seems that I missed the best time and friendship, and it seems that I did not cherish the people around me, and I did not use the most sincere words to write down the best things, which is my laziness this year. Especially for the friends who care about "leaving home" all the way, I often have deficiencies in my heart. Three hundred and sixty-five days of spring, summer, autumn and winter are always insufficient, and they are not squandered and wasted.
Until this moment, taking stock of a year's worth of years, I felt that I was wandering outside the moment, walking upside down, and every moment, the sky was vast and it was not easy to follow.
The starry sky is still brilliant, and the neon is still twinkling as usual. In the middle of Shijing Street, the yellow soil of Xia Jiayuan's wheat-filled buckwheat pollen puff is still cultivated with a pen. Unfortunately, it is impossible for all the dependent origins to return to the time and space of the past, it is impossible to return to the old days when we can do whatever we want, and it is impossible to walk on the same road as the separated people. We have traveled without heart or lungs, but if we want to come back, it is impossible, even if we brothers can gather, but our next generation will never follow us.
At the age of Houcun, there is no mobile phone, no computer, no network, but in the wilderness of the slope, willful running, playing like a thief. All the blows that the outside world has hit my village, my fathers, and my parents have not stopped me from being wholeheartedly sincere about this buttercup-blooming hillside and hometown.
It seems that now I have given up everything and have everything, but I am constantly looking back to the innocence and happiness of my childhood. When I was twenty years old, I was full of vigor, from Suoxiang to the provincial capital, and I also faced the gushing Yellow River, and promised the Zhuang language of the middle current hitting the water and the waves to curb the flying boat, whether in the first snow in 2002, or in the wind and sand in the northwest, my ears have been searching for a rural sound in the crowd, Gannan Road, a boat, the west entrance of the square, sentences, cups of wine, fiercely igniting the ambition of "boys are determined to go out of the countryside, and they will not return to the famous". But at that time, he was too young, even frivolous and ignorant to know the height of the sky.
Today, I am not on the road that I longed for when I was young, and I no longer have to explain and argue with reason, what is right and what is wrong. Greeting the dark night, to visit old friends, the long river of time, the slow flow of water, and thousands of waters, only a heart that has been polished and shocked.
Zheng Xie said, "Thousands of grinding blows are still strong, and Ren'er's east, west, south, and north winds are strong." "In the middle of the summer night, I revised my essay collection "Mountains and Rivers" one by one, writing and writing, changing and changing, crawling up with tears, and the past defeated me. For many times I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, I felt that it was difficult to move my steps, until in the midst of anxiety, I reluctantly handed over the manuscript to the publishing house, and all the bad things could only be good.
Walking in the middle of the road of human growth, in fact, I want words to surpass themselves, or let words run farther than themselves. If the trip to Qingdao in 2019 and the trip to Shanghai in 2020 are destined in the dark, then this year's trip to Hangzhou makes me overjoyed, whether in the West Lake or in Wuzhen, I met Su Dongpo a thousand years ago, and I met Mao Dun in my hometown, they crossed time and space, they are all sages.
In addition to literature, I wandered in the embarrassment of reality, worrying about my aging parents, worrying about underage children, one going to junior high school, one sending to kindergarten, one getting up early and greedy, one crying and laughing. Behind my hard support for the sky and not being afraid, in fact, only I was once again facing the dilemma, not knowing and clenching my teeth.
When people reach middle age, they can't escape the storms and waves and the time of going, and after the joy and sorrow and ear burning. Just like the rock bamboo on the cliff, as Xin Zhiyi said: "The teenager does not know the taste of sorrow, and loves the upper floor." Fall in love with the upper floors. I am worried about giving new words. "When I was young, I thought I understood the sorrows of life, but now I don't see them as pain, and the sufferings of life that I consciously faced as a child are now not enough to mention, because the real sorrow cannot be said. The last thing to live is to reconcile with yourself, and it is those who do not accept defeat to quietly surrender.
Luo Yin said in the "Self-Dispatch Poem": "To gain is to sing high and lose, and to be sentimental and hateful is also leisurely." There is wine in this day and drunk in this day, and tomorrow is sad and tomorrow is sad. "No one can hide from the fall of the years." In everyone's life, the road ahead is dark, and this is the word that my father may give us encouragement and encouragement when there is no hope, and he hopes that I will always be bright when I am in the dark and endless tunnel, and the rain will always stop when I am wet.
At a time when the world is full of variables, how many friends take on and assist me, and how many friends who are "leaving home" have not given up on me as a fool for a moment, from dawn to night, in the WeChat background, I can see your strange and familiar names, encouraging me to update, no matter how dark it is, waiting and longing for me to tell those most vivid compassion and most gentle and helpless stories. Looking back, I never seem to have such a strong sense of forgiveness of myself, in fact, the years have long taught me to do more subtraction for the present.
Especially at the end of the year, I find that what I don't try is about as much as I lose. For this reason, I believe very much in the two laws of energy conservation and going with the flow, the place is still a small town in the basin of the West Qinling Mountains, and the season is still winter and spring will come.
The environment in front of me is always changing inadvertently, the epidemic has caused the order to reverse from time to time, and literature is the beating note of the heart, allowing me to dance with the truth, goodness and beauty that happened in the past. People affected by the epidemic have interrupted time and space in an indecisive atmosphere, reunions are less and less, homecoming is less and less, and the care and companionship that can be given to parents is disturbed by the world. When they need us, we are often not around. The eldest brother's family had not returned home for several years. To this day, I am still uncertain and look forward to when I will be able to pick up the road back to my hometown that I do not have to hide, when I will be able to return to my parents according to my childhood wishes, and when I will be able to walk on the long night road without fear of trembling. Or after that, the road will enter the exploration and struggle of being in a dilemma.
How many people are leaving their hometown, dreaming of returning to the slopes of their hometowns, where the grass was barren, listening to the uninhabited wilderness, and the snow and mud were thriving. I wish all my friends in the "home away" a happy and happy New Year!
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(FY 2021)
On January 13, 2021, Gansu Farmers Daily published the essay "The Beauty of Chengxian County", on January 23, 2021, "Xi'an Evening News" published the essay "Returning to the Hometown and Chasing the Clouds"; in the first issue of 2021, "Liupan Renjia" published the essay "Singing and Doing Roaring Qin Cavity"; on February 23, the Democratic Consultative Daily published the essay "Where did the soil go"; on March 2, "Lanzhou Daily" published the essay "Caotang Silence"; on March 12, "Gansu Daily" published the essay "Full of Mountains and Corn With Love"; on March 16, "Longnan Daily" published the essay "Leeks" On March 29, Lanzhou Daily published the essay "Qingni River Flowing Through Chengxian County", reprinted by The Democratic Consultative Daily; on April 6, Longnan Daily forwarded the essay "Full of Mountains and Corn With Love"; Calligraphy Education issued the essay "Mo West narrow distance" in the first issue of 2021; the Xi'an Evening News published the essay "Searching for the Ancient Village" on May 15; the Lanzhou Daily published the essay "Nostalgia in the Ancient Village" on June 21; the Lanzhou Daily published the essay "The Rushing River" on August 3; and the "Democratic Consultative Daily" published the essay "Running In the Great River" on August 16. Such as flowers everywhere"; on August 18, Longnan Daily published the essay "Nostalgia in the Ancient Village"; on August 21, "Xi'an Evening News" published the essay "Above the Long River"; on September 2, "Longnan Daily" reprinted the essay "On the Long River"; in the 9th issue of 2021, "Years" published the essay "Digging Half Summer"; on the 9th issue of "Daguan Tokyo Literature" in 2021, the essay "No one on the road to the mountains" published the essay "No one on the mountain road"; on October 15, "Longnan Daily" published the essay "How to Stop the Hometown"; the 3rd issue of "Longnan Literature and Art" in 2021 issued the essay "Two Dang is a Good Place" The river wind blows through"; the essay "Seven Songs of Wind and Sorrow" in the 6th issue of "Chinese Literature" in 2021; the essay "Chengxian Basin" in the 6th issue of "Jincheng" in 2021; the essay "Great River" published by "Xi'an Evening News" on December 11; "The Poem of The Long Voyage" was selected for the "Selected Literary Works of Longnan" by Dunhuang Literature and Art Publishing House; the essay "Cherry Sweet" was published in the 8th issue of "Composition Weekly" (College Entrance Examination Edition) in 2021; and the essay "Passing Water Flowing Long" in the 1st issue of "Yan'an Literature" in 2022.
Conclusion
Collection of essays: Mountains and rivers
CIP kernel size: 2021238446
ISSBN：978-7-5468-2111-5
Publisher: Dunhuang Literature and Art Publishing House
This book is composed of four chapters and forty-nine articles of "Hometown Without Worries", "This Heart Has Not Rested", "Long Flow of Passing Water" and "Liangshan Lights", the author is immersed in the countryside, with his personal life feelings and unique writing vision, reminiscing about the western town of Xia Jiayuan, writing about the flow and permanence of the countryside with true feelings and awe, writing about the bitterness and stoicism of rural life, and writing about the detachment and watchfulness of a generation. In the form of returning to our hometown on paper, we will open up a pure land for those who have evacuated their hometown and those who follow their hometown, and no matter how far we go, we will eventually return to our hometown.