With the arrival of the annual leave, the time to go home is approaching, the mood of returning home has exploded, and the heart is like a butterfly flying over the sea. Who says there is no waiting on the other side of the sea? It's just that the original intention is not decisive enough! At this time, people are also sitting in peace, the moon is hanging in the sky, the long road is under their feet, the hometown remains in the atrium, and begins to think uncontrollably, full of pictures of the countryside, pictures of dead vines and old trees, pictures of bacon sausages, pictures of killing pigs and herding cattle, pictures of big red lanterns hanging high, pictures of family reunions, and pictures of relatives and friends talking about wine.
About Mo, before long, all that appeared in front of me were homecoming dogs carrying bags and buckets, and around the ears were the sound of the wheels of the pusher box rolling on the ground. Together with this thought of going home, nothing can be taken care of, just like a small boat going down the river, dangling and leisurely setting off towards the birthplace of life, whether it is the fervent expectation of "a journey from the mountains, a journey by the water, a trip to the banks of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night", or the hot enthusiasm of "the wind is more, the snow is more, the dreams of the hometown are not successful, and the hometown does not have this sound", our deep concern for our hometown, the thick longing, is indelible.
Already, I am not in my hometown for many years, and I don't know what has changed. Time inadvertently, let the children slowly grow bigger, let the adults slowly become older. However, chatting with a pole of people about the miscellaneous pieces of their hometowns is the same as "what can change?" Not yet poor and shabby? "The road is still a dirt road, the house is still an old broken house, it is all empty nesters and left-behind children, there are fewer farmers, many fields have been contracted, what kind of changes have there been?" It is also said that especially those ponds, which have long been covered with thick duckweed and green moss, as well as crazy reeds, cow dung and pig dung, and domestic garbage, all poured into them, have long been dirty and dirty... Many years later, the scene of "raining at home during the yellow plum season, frogs everywhere in the grass pond" no longer exists, and the reality makes people helpless. When I was a child, I relied on the water of this pond to wash and cook, but now every household has installed self-management, and it is expected that it is now a dispensable garbage dump. It's heart-wrenching!
Already, the current situation, it is difficult to go back to the past, we can not go back to childhood. People who have a slight expectation of life are living in big cities. Only the fly camp dog, the person who has no vision for the future, inherits the cold house grass of the ancestors, and there is no improvement in life, so he has to guard an acre and a third of the land, and live his life with peace of mind. Of course, it is not absolute, slightly younger and stronger, all running in the city! In the countryside, who can carry it? In fact, it is no different from many words, and the impression given by the hometown can be so good? There are only slight changes. Of course, how can there be no change? But there has always been change, just not carefully noticed. At least in these years, the country roads were built. The canals of the countryside are built securely. Sitting on the hillside, looking up at the farmland where the seedlings were planted when I was a child, the reservoirs that swim through the swimming, and the fields where the cattle are let go, it is inevitable that there will be inexplicable feelings! Of course, I also remember that every time my parents came back from farm work, they would bring me a straw hat bud, mulberry and thorn fruit, some of the natural wild game unique to mountain villages, let people feast on it, but they did not taste it for many years!
Only in this way, even if the waves are floating, their lives are not as good as those of people. I also thought, when he has full wings and jumps up, through the leap of class, to achieve the counterattack of life, why not? But it also stops at empty talk, what kind of insight can we have? At a certain stage of life, we will find that we cannot stay in a foreign land, we cannot go back to our hometown, we are just floating between heaven and earth, and there is no lasting dependence. Everyone has a knot, others can't open it, they can't solve it, not because the time is not long enough, but because the pattern is not big enough. But what kind of grand pattern can a person who wanders between the city and the countryside have? There is no enough confidence to improve a rich life, there is no ability to settle down in a big city, there is no comfort in the countryside, there is no wisdom to strategize, there is no condescending to meet the heart, the so-called pattern, is just a "broken mouth" that comes to the face, and has no practical significance! I also secretly think that maintaining the love of life, living ordinary days, living a little softer, light and seemingly flowing water, quietly keeping tea and fresh water, is a legitimate and just life, but also a safe and self-satisfied life.
Only this, when you grow up, you will not have the concept of home. In the years after I grow up, there is no young thought! Young and crazy, we have been fleeing, fleeing from the land we once hated. More than half a hundred years old, we have been looking back and looking back on the footprints we have grown. However, it has long become a smoke cloud, and we can't find the shadow of childhood, but we are too soft-hearted and too nostalgic. I don't know how I came, all the way through the thorns of life, all the way through the wind and frost of the world, how much sorrow and bitterness, how much worry and helplessness, can only bear alone. Some people say: "Happy people use childhood to heal a lifetime, and unfortunate people use a lifetime to heal childhood", but the reincarnation of this life, fortunate and unfortunate, are fate; suffering and non-suffering, only self-realization. There is no way back in life, and there is no way back. Wherever he goes, it is his home; where he works, where he is his home; where he lives, where he is his home. Already, as a wandering jianghu guest, there is no home that can belong to the heart. Because that place of twilight is just a station in the journey of life!
Countless days and nights often look at each other, and the mountains and seas dream of other places.
The flowers and grass on the other side of the sea are fragrant, and the chai door dog barks and can be forgotten?