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The Moon is hometown Ming (Postscript)
Text/Chen Haolong
When I was 21 years old, packing my bags, taking heavy steps, the moment I walked out of the village, as soon as I turned around, I looked back, and my hometown was behind me. Since then, I have been wearing my mother's tightly sewn wanderer's clothes, carrying my father's bitter advice, carrying the ardent blessings and expectations of my father and fellow countrymen, with hopes and expectations for the future and destiny, and with deep attachment and reluctance to my hometown, I have embarked on a long road of life.
I knew to myself that there was no turning back when I opened my bow. Since then, alone, lonely at the end of the world, running and working hard in the vast sea of people, I have been like a snail, struggling to crawl on the rough road of life. I have walked through spring, I have walked through winter, I have walked through the wind, I have walked through the rain, and I have flowed through the rivers of time. Looking back, forty-six years have passed, the flowers have happened, the sideburns have fallen; youth is no more, the head is white, and the ancient years are frequently beckoning to me. However, the people of my hometown, the things of my hometown, the heavens of my hometown, the land of my hometown, the grass and trees of my hometown, the tiles and stones, everything I was familiar with, just like yesterday, were engraved in my mind like a knife and an axe, making me unforgettable.
Hometown is the source of my life, my roots are there, my soul is there. No matter how long I walk, no matter how far I go, I am like a kite flying in the air, a thread will always be in the hands of my hometown. Yes, the homeland is inseparable," why do I often have tears in my eyes, because of the depth of my love for this land. "The hometown of my heart and mind, the constant wisps of thread, the constant cutting of Yin Yin's blood veins, the broken bones and the tendons. There are my parents who gave birth to me and raised me; there is the spacious hall of the Guandi Temple where I once sat and read aloud; there are the relics of the ancient battlefield where General Han Xin once camped and attacked Wei Leopard, Han Xin Gou and Han Xin Temple seem to be in front of me; there is the ten thousand valley tombs that mr. Chen Zhilao, who was rich and virtuous 1500 years ago, selflessly dedicated, and exchanged for ten thousand tons of grain rice; there is the persimmon tree garden in the east of the village that was once as red as a lantern, the pear tree garden that once hung like a wind chime and swayed with the wind; there are rows of dense and young poplar trees. Standing tall and mighty like warriors, they are telling the past and present lives of the advanced greening villages that were once famous in their hometown and won the advanced greening villages on all sides of the country; there are the fathers and villagers who once lived with me day and night, shared happiness and hardship, and fought endlessly; there was the hot soil kang that my mother once burned, warm and melted, and made me entangled and could not be lost... ...
There, I have had ideals and longings; I have been confused and wandering; I have been manic and uninhibited; I have also had laughter and joy. I struggle, I grow. I have sprinkled amorous tears on the fiery land of my hometown countless times, and I have treasured endless thoughts in my heart countless times. I have also had the deep attachment of "dew is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming"; I have had the embarrassing situation of "children do not know each other when they see each other, and smile and ask where the guests come from"; I have had the gratification and touch of "Mo Fang's spring and autumn holidays, the most is the wind and rain of the deceased". Naked and human, his heart is like Dan. The past is like smoke, like water flowing for years. The clouds cirrus and the flowers blossom and fall. It was my hometown that gave me wings to take off, and it was my hometown that gave me poetry and distance.
Hold up a long penny, shake a flat leaf boat, and search for the habitat of my soul; invite a bright moon, carry a breeze, follow the ethereal call of the distant mountains, and approach the hometown where my soul is haunted. Therefore, my conscience prompted me to pick up this clumsy pen in my hand, open the floodgates of memory, and exhaust all my gorgeous words to express my feelings and attachment to my hometown. However, I knew that I was shallow, and without a few drops of ink in my stomach, I was a high school graduate at best. But I always have a literary dream in my heart. In fact, I am just a literary lover, a yearning and pursuit of literature. Therefore, I poured all my attachment to my hometown into my pen and polished the years into a poem as much as possible.
My collection, named "I Send Homesickness and the Bright Moon", is a use of Li Bai's famous sentence "I send sorrow and bright moon", according to the words are not up to the word, but I still use it, for my use. Because most of the articles in the book are closely related to the people and things in the hometown. Therefore, I want to pour out my love for my hometown to the bright moon in my hometown, let Mingyue convey affection, and tell my relatives in my hometown that I have a strong affection for my hometown. This collection includes all of my work since I was given a career and covers three parts. "Prose heart language" is to use prose form to say my heartfelt words about my hometown; "novel contains feelings" is to reflect some interesting things in people's lives in terms of family, friendship and love through storytelling; "poetry lyrics" is to use poetry to express their praise for some beautiful people and things, so as to express their strong feelings. In short, I want to treasure my piece of pure heart in the fragrance of ink books, and whenever I pick it up, I can look back on the years. However, most of these works are shallow and tasteless, the water is wet, the lack of depth and height, but also the lack of literature, to say the book, I am afraid it is a little far-fetched, I really feel ashamed. Therefore, this collection is like being pregnant in October and giving birth. There are both the trembling of the initial stage and the fear of stunting in the later stage. However, like everyone else, I was counting the babies, and I was still looking forward to her smooth birth anyway. Moreover, in response to the slang phrase "looking at the crops is always the good of others, and looking at the children is always their own good", in addition to self-appreciation, I am still full of confidence and hope in this collection, after all, she is condensed with her own hard work. Yes, I am old, let go of busyness, throw away the red dust, stay away from the city, only guard one side of the courtyard, plant half an acre of flowers and grass and half an acre of land, taste a cup of fragrant tea, drink two or two old wines, write a paragraph of text, write half a thought and half a little idle. I deeply feel that as long as my heart goes, it is a station. Refuge in tranquility, tranquility in refuge.
This collection is my agreement with my hometown, she records the mental journey about me and my hometown, records the bits and pieces of my life with my hometown, and is also a kind of perception and thinking about life. Although it took a lot of effort, trying to be meticulous and perfect, it is still inevitable that there are many flaws, and there are many unsatisfactory places, please forgive Haihan, do not hesitate to teach, thank you.
On the occasion of the completion of this collection, I would like to sincerely and sincerely thank Mr. Jia Qijia, Mr. Cui Yulong, Mr. Yang Kezhen, Mr. Xue Huibing, Mr. Han Guanyou, Mr. Li Xiaohu, Mr. Liu Baoliang, Mr. Wei Yongshan, Mr. Gao Yunshe, Mr. Yang Qi, Mr. Yang Qi. They are all literary and calligraphy masters, very deeply accomplished, very high-level, and they are all people I respect very much. It was their talent and dedication that lifted me up and made me so that my ugly daughter-in-law finally wanted to see my in-laws. I am overjoyed, this is also an account of my hometown, a kind of spiritual comfort for the achievements of my struggle over the years.
The moon is the hometown of Ming, and the person is the hometown of the relatives.
About the Author
Chen Haolong, male, born in 1954, from Xia County. He was the Party Secretary of Shuitou Town, Xia County. Chief Procurator of Xindi and Wenxi County Procuratorates. Later, he was transferred to the Municipal Procuratorate as an assistant to the chief prosecutor. He retired in 2014 and enjoyed the treatment of the department. Loves literature and loves writing.