Hedong people tell Hedong anecdotes 丨 Yuncheng people listen to Yuncheng stories
Live and live in an arbitrary way
Author: Liu Xuefen
When we were young, we were always instilled by our families and teachers with the idea that we should study hard, go to college, and live a life of being a superior person in a big city. So we tried our best to escape, away from our fathers who were facing the loess with their backs to the sky, away from the dirt cloth clothes that fell off the soil, and away from the earthen houses that leaked wind and lacked warmth in winter. Strive to make yourself an officer in the eyes of your parents. Children are the hope of their parents, and perhaps the envy of their neighbors for a lifetime.
Be thankful for life
In fact, I used to not like the pain of the wheat straw in The Five Yellows and June, the back pain in the cotton field, and the poisonous heat of the sun in the corn field. I will not prefer the wheat aroma of my mother's handmade steamed buns, the harvest in the vegetable field and the comfort of the softer and softer soil cloth sheets.
We envy those high-rise buildings made of cement, envy the various shopping malls in the city, envy the idyllic and leisurely of the old people who dance square dance and play tai chi in the square, and then we work hard and struggle desperately, and finally settle down in this city to buy a house, and live into the eyes of the country's uncles and aunts who are old and have pensions in the eyes of the city, and seem to enjoy their envious eyes very much.
I don't know when, when I was a child, the noise-like gongs and drums that existed like noise in the local drama suddenly felt so melodious, and from time to time I would listen to the singing sections of famous artists, and I felt an indescribable ironing and comfort in my heart.
Am I old? I ask my colleagues around me, I ask my peers. I don't know what made me look like my former mother. Hearing the familiar melody, I couldn't help but want to follow the humming for two sentences.
Walking on the campus where I have worked for nearly twenty years, listening to the various rare birdsong in the city, looking at the various photos I took in each season, and writing down the words, I realized that I actually love this place.
Because the unit is located in a township, so too many people want to escape, try everything to go to the city, go to the county, go to the city school, even I did not think that I actually spent most of my life in this place. We had to run around the road every day by forty minutes, but fortunately we had our own car, at least we didn't have to worry about the wind and rain.
Don't I want to flee? I can answer frankly: I think, I just can't go. I remember that was more than a decade ago. That winter was close, just after the final exams, and the papers were evaluated at the county education bureau. While grading the papers, I received a call from my brother saying that my mother was hospitalized and was about to undergo surgery. I didn't have any pity for my mother when I was young, but because I was given to someone else's family, I was emotionally numb and cold-blooded, until the moment I rode an electric car to my mother's bed in the wind and snow, my mother took my hand and said, "You should stay in Niudu, get closer to me." At that moment, my eyes were filled with tears. I knew I could live the rest of my life from this town, this school. Even though I bought a house in the city and made a home.
I don't know when, the mood of going to work is much better, enjoy the preference of the east wind for the hometown in the spring, enjoy the peach and willow green along the way, and enjoy every sweetness and freshness in the air. Listen to colleagues complaining that there is no time to go to the scenic spot. Why neglect the beauty around you? Isn't that spring-filled poplar forest nice? Isn't that full of purple paulownia beautiful? Aren't the boulevards comfortable enough in summer?
Looking back, the school that he desperately ran away from became his own Walden. Began to worry about the parking lot of the few paulownia trees that suffered from severe cold frost did not bloom for a long time, when I read early in the morning, I unconsciously had a little more expectation and concern in my heart, hoping that there would be a miracle, until one day I saw that there were many dead branches, more stars, sparse and bright light green, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, after all, it was the existence that had grown for more than thirty years! I didn't expect that these old trees on campus would become my concern. Just like the velvet tree that blooms every year.
That day I went to the canteen to eat, when I came out, I suddenly felt that there was no longer the soft powder and lightness of the past, and the branches were a little more mottled and vicissitudes, was it because I was old? Touching the dry trunk of the tree breeds a thousand kinds of wordless emotions.
People on campus came and went, and to this day I have a lot of colleagues who can't be named. I am no longer young, and when I look back at this familiar campus, I find that I actually have so many worries, those tall poplar trees, those old locust trees that emit fragrance, the hall that has been used as a regular meeting for more than two hundred years, I don't know how many memories and footprints of my youth have been left.
Suddenly, I understood that in fact, my love for this land may have always existed, but it has always been buried in the memory. The nostalgia in my bones finally woke up, and I asked myself, is it because I am old and start to fall in love with the old?
About the Author
Liu Xuefen, pen name Leng Ruo Bingxue, Xiang Nuan, a native of Yuncheng, Shanxi, after 70, middle school English teacher. Editor of Guyun New Town Platform, member of Yuncheng Writers Association, director of Yuncheng Poetry Society, vice president of Linyi Poetry Association. "It's not carmine, I let the wind blow," an ordinary word lover.