The country road winds and turns into the distance, to the unknown world. When we are young, we are always eager to get out of the house, eager to be on the road all the time, to let go of the mood, to chase dreams. But are you okay in a foreign country? Exotic wind and dust, the loneliness of eunuchs, and the impetuousness of wandering always make the wanderers feel homesick.
The young poet Immortal Li Bai, with passion and dreams, drank from the majianghu rivers and lakes, fought the sword tianya, "look up to the sky and laugh and go out, my generation is a basil person." Once he tasted the bitterness and emptiness that "floated", he missed the beauty of his hometown.
The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown.
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This piece of "bright moonlight" is from the hometown, this little bit of "frost on the ground" is from a different place, the bright moon in the hometown is sweet, and the frost in a foreign land is bitter!
The door has a car Mabin, a golden saddle.
It is said that it falls from Danxiao, but it is a hometown relative.
Hu'er swept the middle hall and sat down to discuss sorrow.
- "The Door Has a Carriage and Horse Travel"
Occasionally, distinguished guests came from Kyoto, talking about returning to their hometown, seeing their relatives extra close, Li Bai was overjoyed, and quickly called on his children to clean the room, entertain guests, and sit together to talk about the sorrows of life.
Hometown is only in the dreams of wanderers, a branch of red plums, two pieces of cocoons, always make people dream back to thousands of miles, tears wet green shirts. Shifo Wang Wei lived in Mengjin for more than ten years, and for a long time in a foreign land, suddenly he met his hometown and knew it, which aroused the poet's strong nostalgia:
When a king comes from his hometown, he should know about his hometown.
In front of the window of the coming day, the cold plum is not flowering?
Hometown people, hometown things, hometown affairs, one picture after another came to mind, condensed into a simple question: Han Mei is not a flower? A sentence is worth a thousand words, let us taste it to this day. During the Chongyang Festival, Wang Wei once again thought of his hometown and missed his relatives:
Alone in a foreign land for strangers, every festive season to think of relatives.
The Haruka brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person planted everywhere.
Young Wang Wei was alone, wandering between Luoyang and Chang'an, thinking of relatives during the festive season, the transformation of time and space, and this little cocoon condensed into the thoughts of the two places and the nostalgia of the two places!
"The road is long and the road is long, and I will seek it up and down." No matter how long the road is, no matter how long it is, no matter how long it is, all the roads are used to go home, and you must not forget the way home.
"Singing in the daytime must be indulged in wine, and youth is a good companion to return home." "Spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me?" Even if you travel in the heavenly palace and take a vacation on the moon, you will eventually go home.
Even if thousands of mountains and rivers are blocked, they can't stop the steps of going home. The Northern Song Dynasty scholar Li Qian said:
People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and the end of the world will not see home.
Hating bishan is blocked by each other, and bishan is still covered by twilight clouds.
- "Nostalgia"
People tell me that the place where the sunset sets is the end of the cape, and the end of the end of the world is the hometown. I hate that this continuous green mountain has blocked my steps to return home, and the road back to my hometown has always been in my dreams. Early Ming Poet Yuan Kaiyun:
The river is three thousand miles, and the family letter is fifteen lines.
There is no other word, only to return home early.
- "The Book of Kyoshi Dejia"
Home is three thousand miles away, the fifteen elements of the family book stirred up the feelings of homecoming, early travel early good, early return good morning!
Even if the wind and snow are thick and the road is long, it is difficult to forget the wish to return home. The Qing Dynasty poet Naranjande said:
The wind is more, the snow is more,
The dream of shattering the hometown is not successful, and there is no such sound in the old garden.
- "Sauvignon Blanc Mountain Ride"
In the night of the wind and snow, there was a crisp beating sound, which shattered the dream of returning home, and once the dream of returning to the hometown was also solid. Middle And Tang Dynasty poet Liu Qingyun:
The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold.
Chai Men smell the barking of dogs, and the wind and snow return to people on the night.
- "The Master of Furong Mountain"
Against the wind and snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, walking on the way home, the warm dog bark is enough to touch people's hearts, we are all a dog who returns home at night.
Even if you are depressed and poor, you must fly back to your hometown to heal your wounds. Song Zhiqing, who was exiled to Lingnan in the early Tang Dynasty, asked:
Lingwai pronunciation books are extinct, through winter and spring.
The nostalgia is more timid, and I dare not ask the people who come.
I broke off my correspondence with my hometown, survived the winter and another spring, and I want to go home. But why is it that the closer you get to your hometown, the more timid your heart becomes, and you don't even dare to inquire about people from your hometown? Qing Dynasty Naxi poet Niu Taoyun:
Looking back at the ten thousand miles of road, the road is long and twilight.
The wings are short and cannot fly, where to perch.
- "Feeling Home From Zhenyuan"
Looking back at the road, home in the sunset, I would like to give birth to wings and fly back to my hometown, better than living in a lonely place!
It feels good to be home! There are village children inquiring, there are old mothers greeting, there are dogs wearing clothes, there are rural sounds of comfort, there are hot meals to warm the heart... My hometown is near, and my heart is at peace!
Still on the familiar and unfamiliar village road, a few children playing laughed and gathered around, interrogating them. He Zhizhang, who returned to his hometown in his old age, wrote "The Book of Returning Dolls":
The young man left home and returned to the old man, and the township voice did not change the sideburns.
Children don't know each other, laughing and asking where the guests come from.
How can these little children with hanging buns recognize me, a bad old man who has been away from home for decades and speaks his hometown dialect? Du Mu of the late Tang Dynasty faced the children in his family and wrote the poem "Homecoming":
The boy asked how late he was to return.
Whoever fights for years wins the sideburns.
Even children know that chasing fame and profit is empty, sideburns are as white as snow to come back late, and it is good to go home after half a lifetime!
Still that narrow and dilapidated bluestone bridge, the little yellow dog in the family, the little black dog, the little flower dog, seems to have a spirituality, predicts the return of the deceased, and stands on the bridge early to meet the bridge. After the Anshi Rebellion was settled, the poet Du Fu returned to Chengdu Caotang with his family from Langzhou and wrote "Caotang", which contains a sentence:
The old dog was happy to return to me, and wandered low into his clothes.
Neighbors rejoice in my return, and drink wine with carrots.
The high official liked me and sent the horse to ask what he needed.
Chengguo hi I came, guest pass village market.
The first thing that welcomed me back was the dog I used to raise, holding his pants and whimpering affectionately. Neighbors also came to visit and brought a gourd of old wine. My friend knew I was back and sent someone on horseback to ask me what else I needed. The people in the village liked me for a long time, and they all came to visit and greet me, and laughter overflowed the narrow courtyard... Modern poet Huang Fei my "Homecoming Miscellaneous Poems · One", written more emotionally:
When I first arrived in my hometown, I changed my makeup with new makeup.
Alone, the puppy is still the same, accompanying me into the grass hall.
My hometown has changed, the old look has changed, but what has not changed is the family dog, wagging its tail and welcoming me into the house.
The most tear-inducing thing is the white-haired old mother, on crutches, looking forward to her return. The late Qing Dynasty poet Xu Chuanpei wrote in "The Return of the Mother's Home: The Second Part":
One peak coils around Cui Wei, and the old house has three water valleys.
There were a few bald people in the hall, and the cane quinoa smiled and went out.
In front of the three old houses, the white-haired old mother came out with a cane, with a smile in her tearful eyes, and whisked away the wind and dust for her son.
The Qing Dynasty dramatist and poet Jiang Shiquan's song "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" is even more touching:
The heart of the beloved son is endless, and the return home is happy and tasty.
The needle and thread of the cold clothes are dense, and the ink marks of the home letter are new.
Meet pity thin, Hu'er asked bitterly.
Humble and ashamed of the son of man, do not dare to sigh the wind and dust.
The one who worries you the most under the heavens is the old mother at home; the person who the wanderer misses the most is the kind old mother!
"If you have money or no money, go home for the New Year." "Thousands of rivers and mountains, knees under the joy." No matter how hard you work outside, whether you make money or not, no matter whether your relatives and friends visit you, or your family urges you to get married, you must think of going home for the New Year and returning to your parents. Even if the epidemic is blocked, the homecoming reunion on the cloud is just as warm and chic...
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Liu Qirui, male, a native of Tancheng, Shandong, a veteran literature lover, published the essay collection "The Song of that year", "Nostalgia is a Curved Blue Moon" and the short story collection "Hedong Hexi".