Hedong people tell Hedong anecdotes 丨 Yuncheng people listen to Yuncheng stories
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Returning is still a teenager
Author: Feng Jianguo
The peach blossoms thanked and the cuckoos came, year after year. The older people are, the heavier the nostalgia, the more timid the nostalgia... Our village is beautiful, not far from Yuncheng, and when the weather is clear, you can see Zhongtiao Mountain and Gufeng Mountain. The Shuishui River flows through the north of the village, and when I was a child, I used to go to the river to play. Our village has a very good village name Yang Fei, and there are many stories about Yang Guifei, what flower village Tsui, jujube tree ditch, rice soup lane. There are also the names of the surrounding villages, all related to Yang Guifei, and the Guifei Pond in the middle of the village is still there, but it has dried up.
The village also has an old house left by parents, located at the head of the village, covering an area of half an acre, building a few houses, planting a bamboo patch, and surrounded by flowers and trees. Even so, in recent years, except for the death days of parents and festivals such as the Spring Festival, Qingming, and winter clothes, I have rarely returned home on weekdays. But whenever you close your eyes, or when you enter a dream, what comes to mind is always the style of the village, the scene of your youth, and the people and things that have passed and are still alive.
Although memories can bring temporary happiness, they are more of a long-term pain, and they are endless. The years go by, the water is difficult to collect, and the time when there is little suspicion and innocence will not return once you leave. As a result, people often remember He Zhizhang's poem "Book of Returning To The Doll": "The little boy leaves home and returns to the old man, and the township voice does not change the sideburns." Children don't know each other, laughing and asking where the guests come from. "The embarrassment of nostalgia, the loneliness of nostalgia, makes people feel sad in vain." Therefore, people always look at their hometown from afar, but they are in a hurry to escape the old situation and not touch the string in their hearts, which seems to be the best way.
In fact, He Zhizhang's poem "Book of Returning to The Hometown Doll" has two more: "Leaving my hometown for many years, recently personnel have been half-consumed." Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring wind does not change the old time wave. "It's just that people don't remember much. There are paintings in reading poems, ruthless in paintings, and the state of mind of an old man who has returned to the world is shocked: what he sees is the old scene, what he sees is the new person; the new person does not know the old person, but the old person misses the old scene, the contrast between this reality and expectation, only those who have personally experienced it can taste the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy taste. For an old man who has returned to his hometown in his twilight years, is there anything more cruel and ruthless than the dream of dashing hope?
The time of youth is beautiful, but the beautiful boyhood has now only become the story of dreams. Looking back on the wind and rain, in order to pursue fame and fortune when we were young, we cherished our dreams and left our hometown in the face of the rising sun, only looking forward to one day being able to return home. However, when I really waited for this day, as He Zhizhang said, my hometown had already changed its old appearance. Sunset and evening light, twilight smoke, only the mirror-like pool in front of the house, but also in the spring breeze gently rippled ... "things are people and not things rest", reality brings us only sorrow, only a faint sadness and loneliness.
Nostalgia is a cloud, a bowl of water, a pot of aged old wine. It is the village of childhood in the dream, the childhood companion, the childhood catching grasshoppers, the irrigation of grass rats, the stealing of dates and peaches and melons and other things. These things are always in the minds of wanderers, and they often want to tell their families and friends around them about the old things in these dreams... It's just that the hometown is still the hometown, the mountains and rivers are still there, but the village has long been a thing, and everything that was once there has become a fragment in the memory...
It is reasonable to say that the hometown is becoming more and more beautiful, often comparable to the city, and the strategy of beautiful rural revitalization is gradually advancing. Therefore, escaping can only be a cover-up and self-deception, because trying to forget is a deeper memory, and it is impossible to escape. Just as we are faced with a jar of old wine, the taste will become stronger and stronger, the thoughts will become farther and farther away, and the desire to use wine to dispel sorrow will only make the sorrow more sorrowful. As a result, people far from home often look at the sky from afar, which leads to more memories. Such a cycle of memory reincarnation, precipitated into endless nostalgia in the heart, transformed into an endless dream, issued a call from the bottom of the heart: return is still a teenager...
Editor-in-charge of this issue: Feng Shaohua
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About the Author
Feng Jianguo, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, is fascinated by culture and loves his homeland. A fool who knows nothing but wants to do it, once did copywriting, and now a casual guest. He is a little lonely in his life, can scribble two sketches, and has more than twenty broken books, about 5 million colloquialisms. The most beloved one is "Millennium Hedong", and the most diligent one is "Walking All Over Hedong" (13 volumes). The most popular among readers is "The World of Ten Thousand People Is Extremely Guan Yunchang", and the most obstructed by the townspeople is "The Disaster Rises in the Great River East"... The road must still be moved forward, and may the reader have a good time.