Xiyan Media News Huining No. 1 No. 100, 2022
The author of this article: He Changlin, born in 2000, Huining people. He is now working in Shaanxi Coal Industry Chemical Group Tian Yuan Chemical Company.
Hometown in dreams
In the dream, the parents gradually turned cold, a few leaves drifted to read the white frost, the wanderer said that the night was in the three more, looking forward to going home to see the father and mother...
I remember that when I was a child, my uncle who led the family often sang a song by Chen Xing's "Looking at Hometown". The song about the hometown is a qingyuan flute, which always rings out at night on the moon.
Nostalgia is always a topic that the wanderer cannot erase, just like the constant waves of the sea, constantly surging in the heart. Every night when the moon climbs up the hill in front of the dormitory, at that moment, the heart is surrounded by a thick nostalgia...
My hometown is in a small county town in the northwest, Qin Long Lock Key's Huining. Not only as a child, but even now, my hometown is still very barren. But I know that none of the children who have gone out from there have ever abandoned the thick yellow land because of the barrenness of their hometown, and wherever they go, they will remember the hometown that is hazy and beautiful, graceful and dignified by the moonlight. I am no exception, thinking all the time about the place where I was born and raised. Even if you travel far, you still have pity for the water of your hometown, and send off the boat for thousands of miles."
The sky in my hometown is vast and vast, especially in summer. Although it does not have the fertility of "autumn winds up and leaves fly, Wujiang water and perch are fat", I still like its light clouds and light winds. Villages are laid out at the foot of the mountain, and cooking smoke can float unhindered into the fields, flowing willfully, high and far. Eventually, in the twilight, a light veil filled the whole village, bringing the whole village to sleep. The night in the hometown can be so beautiful that it is as blue as a wash, and the sky is full of stars. In an instant, a meteor shower swept across the night sky, flashing a silver arc and falling on the earth. At that moment, you can't help but think of the little girl who sold matches, and the motherland tirelessly singing a lullaby for us, and your heartache was mixed with a little sweetness.
On the summer night in huining, the hometown of Huining, under the clear glow of silver, everything on the earth is shrouded in a mysterious color, so soft, so quiet. Even the chirping birds were so shocked by the moonlight that they stopped chanting. Only the breeze sweeps through the fields of crops, wheat and vegetables, and from time to time emits the unique smell of wheat in the countryside, which makes people intoxicated and linger.
There have been many times when I have almost always reminisced about my childhood hometown and the times when I could no longer turn back. In the evening, we invariably entered our own fairytale world. On the social field, glass balls are played under the willow trees, dirt fights are fought in the land, dragonflies are caught in the grass stacks, and hide-and-seek behind the field of the family, and there is no scruples to chase and play. In that scene, the vast countryside echoed with laughter and laughter, and occasionally one or two rough and sweet nipple sounds were intertwined. It seems to be a little more warm, a little more vivid and energetic than the painter's oil paintings. I thought, if I am lucky enough to find such a subject with my classmates and friends who like oil painting, coupled with zhiyuan's favorite sentence "distant place - hometown", it must be a beautiful work of art, and the painting is the ordinary world deduced by each ordinary life.
For my nostalgia, everything originates from Lu Yao's "Ordinary World". But I can remember so many things that have been in purpose, because of the moon, no matter where the wanderers at the end of the world go, what is missing in their hearts is still the round moon of their hometown, and what they cannot give up in their hearts is still the full moon of their hometown. Just as the so-called "dew from tonight white" even the moon is "the moon is the hometown of Ming".
This is a passage I owe to my hometown, which I wrote a long time ago and only typed it out today. On the WeChat public account, I inadvertently turned over the video of my hometown and some things related to my hometown, which aroused my willingness to type down this text. Yesterday I played a video to my grandfather, and I heard that the epidemic situation in my hometown is still very severe... Today, taking advantage of the fact that I am not busy at work, pull myself next to the computer, put a Song of Zhang Wei's "Machine Bell Chopper", and chant my hometown word by word, I hope that my hometown will be peaceful and homesickness!
