Nostalgia essay: the flag of the National Day and the nostalgia that cannot be erased

The flag of national day and the nostalgia that cannot be erased

Text: Zhao Jinrong

　　Plain as water days, endless time, fireworks and red dust have been two sideburns white, other people's national days spent in the bustling brocade, but for me is indelible nostalgia. The endless autumn rain, ticking continuously, in this quiet small mountain village in late autumn, accompanied by the old mother to count the parents in the short, can no longer be ordinary days, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the world seems to be static, do not want anything, the old house, a small national flag, in the drizzle of the particularly bright, always remind, this is an important festival - National Day. It is October again, the long-awaited National Day holiday is coming, and it is a day to fulfill your wishes, let go of all the heavy, easily spend the long holiday, the National Day becomes a real Mother's Day, with children and lovers to accompany the old mother. Becoming a hometown home has always been a nostalgia that cannot be erased in the heart, this nostalgia becomes more and more intense with the autumn color of the two sideburns, and every time I go back and forth on this loess path, I always feel that the suitcase is too small to hold the overflowing affection, and it cannot hold the month of the hometown. Mr. Ji Xianlin, a master of traditional Chinese studies, once said: Everyone has a hometown, everyone has a moon in their hometown, and everyone loves the moon in their hometown. This moonlight shines through the ancients, and shines again, soothing the thick nostalgia.

　　 The old loess path, no ordinary, every village has, he is a child's joyful theater, sneaking homemade scooters, rolling iron rings, and sprinkling joy for no reason, picking apricots on this road, catching grasshoppers, seeing my father's bow bending down from the field to return from the field, the twilight sheep lift up the fine loess, blurring the sunset like blood in the sky, this path is also my way to the world outside the mountain, in the early autumn of 38 years ago, in the afternoon, I walked on the muddy mountain road with my luggage, ready to go to the provincial city to study, In this mountain road accidentally fell a fall, clothes and pants stained with muddy water, I did not look back, continue to walk firmly, perhaps this fall, indicating that the road out of the mountain is not smooth, later facts also proved this, the road of the crawl, until today. This path is the mother looking at the road of the distant mountain every time the child is blurred with tears, and now the mother is really old, and she can no longer walk this path to see the bend outside the mountain, and can only wait in the old yard of the family for the joy of the return of her children and grandchildren on holidays. There are countless such trails in the Chinese countryside, but this road will always be the nostalgia and home bond that lingers in my dreams. Autumn is the most suitable season for missing "Tonight the moon is bright and people look forward to it, and they don't know whose home autumn will fall." Now the loess path that once ran barefoot has been replaced by a wide cement road, and the vehicles that come and go in a hurry leave two ruts on the smooth cement road that stretch out into the distance, just like two slender arms, trying to embrace something, but the ground is empty...

　　Migration is the normal state of human adaptation to nature, human beings in the continuous migration to the plain to the city to modern civilization, home is also like this, most of the children will go out, to another time and space, there is always a ferry is the starting point for every child to grow, from here, from the teenager to the youth, from the child to the adult, from the parents' warm wings to an independent life, so there is a new home under the world, the continuation of new life, the cycle repeats, the continuation of human development. This process will inevitably have a lot of heartache and sadness, but also anxious expectations, electric flints, and gentle townspeople, full of happiness, is a complex and moving symphony. But children who grow up always report good news and do not report worries, and parents always hide their worries.

　　 The seventy-second birthday of the motherland, is the beginning is the growth is prosperous, he is taking great strides to lead the people to happiness, life is seventy but the ancient rarity, the mother of more than eighty years old, still healthy, is the blessing of the children and grandchildren, in recent years, because of the work, the National Day holiday to see the elderly is a few customs, I hope this practice can be longer, to make up for the father's untimely death did not fulfill the regret of filial piety.

　　After going through ups and downs, chewing bitterness, accompanied by wind and rain, we understand that life can not be flawed, the growth of the wanderer is a journey of continuous cultivation and experience, and the encounter and separation of life are the nature of life. The national day is jubilant, go home to enjoy the love relatives, may the flag of the motherland be redder, may the mother's body be healthier, and may the pace of the wanderer be lighter.

　　About the author: Zhao Jinrong, male, a western judge, engaged in anti-drug and anti-corruption criminal trials, punishing human sins with legal weapons, loving literature, showing iron-faced tenderness in punishing evil and promoting good, and realizing life in Qingqing texts.