"With the dream of returning to the hometown, enter the old garden with diligence." Hometown is a beautiful story in everyone's heart, and it cannot be told and the Tao is inexhaustible. Walking through the fields, wandering in the sea of bamboo, jumping in the stream, all of this will condense into the hometown feeling of constant abandonment.
On the occasion of the decisive victory in building a moderately prosperous society in an all-round way, China Youth Daily and China Youth Online jointly launched the "My Hometown and Me" song singing activity, and the seventh youth host Du Haitao and Wu Xin will take everyone into Shenyang to feel this attachment to the black land.
Listening to a hometown dialect and tasting a taste of hometown, the city and the group of people in my heart seem to be more clearly visible.
"The moon is bright, the wind is quiet, the leaves cover the window..." A "lullaby" sang how many mothers' hearts were drunk and how many children's dreams were fulfilled; a "lullaby" sang more than 50 spring and autumn seasons, singing all over the motherland.
On June 30, the "Lullaby" performed by young hosts Du Haitao and Wu Xin was officially launched. This song, for most northeast children, the melody has been deeply rooted in memory.
When I was young, I was gently shaken in my mother's arms, and listened to the "Lullaby" singed by my mother in my ears, and entered one idyllic dream after another, and had one sweet dream after another.
"Lullaby", formerly known as "Yue'er Ming Feng Er Jing", is a northeast folk song widely circulated in the northeast region, originating from the folk minor tunes of the Haicheng and Gaizhou generation in southern Liaoning.
The regional culture of the northeast is very special, there is a popular population of the northeast "four monsters", which is still popular everywhere: the window paper is pasted outside, the girl is holding a large cigarette bag, feeding the child to hang up, and wearing the fur coat and hair facing outward.
This "raising a child to hang up" is about sleeping, putting the child in a boat-like "yo-yo car". And this "yo-yo car" is to be hung on the purlin or shed pole.
At that time, there were many rural women and children, so in addition to housework, there were also many needlework for children. They put the child in the "yo-yo car", while leisurely, while doing needlework, and humming a lullaby in their mouths, the child can quickly fall asleep in a uniform rhythm.
A lullaby, humming the yanfei grasshopper, humming the white clouds in the sky outside the house, but also humming the baby in the house to sleep, this scene outlines a happy and harmonious sketch.
Today, for many people, "Lullaby" is not only a lullaby of childhood, but also a kind of hometown complex and epitome of hometown.
Yes, when we grow up and hear this calm, gentle, beautiful lyrical lullaby, it is as if we can feel the temperature in the arms of our mother when we were young, and we will also think of the land called hometown that our little feet have stepped on.
And these, often can also touch the softness of adults' hearts, so that people can temporarily liberate themselves from the hustle and bustle of the real world and get comfort in the quiet and intimate melody.
"I grew up listening to this very northeastern lullaby, and to this day, I often ask my mother to sing it to me again in the video." For Ren Jun, who went to study in a foreign country, this song that accompanied him to sleep in the past always made him think about it and became a melody that could moisten his eyes.
This is not only a feeling of homesickness in it, but more importantly, it is the children who grew up in this black land who have placed their ambitions in this lullaby.
"The moon is bright, the wind is quiet, the cradle is swinging lightly, the mother's baby, close her eyes, sleep that, sleep in a dream..."
Close your eyes and let this familiar melody accompany you to sleep again. In your dreams, you see a small house in the desolate and snow-covered northeast land, smoking and burning a hot kang; and you seem to feel the familiar smell of your mother's hand gently patting on the futon...
How can this not be nostalgic?
Source: China Youth Daily client