The transmutation of the homeland
Author: Li Jianmin
I don't know when the village gradually became empty,
More silence, less complexity.
Many people went out to become migrant workers,
Only the old man and the child remained to guard the house.
The older generation of peasants, who regarded the land as their life as their fathers did, has gradually passed away,
They wandered in a foreign land,
Talking about hometown, the eyes are full of infinite thoughts and attachments.
Out of the house not long ago, bumpy displacement,
Relying on youth and robustness to do the lowest level of work.
I miss home all the time in my spare time.
Go out for a long time,
Many people have become bosses, white-collar workers, and cultural people.
The family settled in the city, and they eventually became strangers.
Hometown becomes a memory, a crushing attachment in the heart,
You can only express your indelible hometown feelings with imagination.
It's the school-age kids who suffer,
The lack of love causes the loss of the heart,
Lack of discipline, the road to becoming a talent is slipping farther and farther.
At the moment of the middle school entrance examination, in the face of the pale report card,
It's too late to regret it.
Go to vocational education and become a new option for them.
These young elves,
Pack your bags, pull up your suitcase, and carry new dreams,
Walk through the doors of vocational schools and start a new adventure.
They were greeted by a garden-like school with a smile on their faces.
It's not what you think,
It's not the same.
Here, unlike the sons who used to be denounced as unteachable,
And to become the heart of the teacher, the lost soul is comforted,
Rebuild confidence, raise the sails and set sail again.
Unforgettable classroom practice,
Unforgettable training room hands-on skills,
Unforgettable store, construction site, workshop internship busy,
More unforgettable is the late-night conversation,
A return visit to solve students' practical problems again and again.
The young eagle first spreads its wings, the sky is high and flying, and a new generation is growing.
Eventually, they will be like their parents,
Leave his homeland, leave the small village where he was born and raised.
This is the call of the times, not to be transformed by the will of man,
The line between urban and rural areas will eventually be blurred and no longer clear.
For the Chinese nation, which has created the most splendid agricultural civilization in history,
Some people say that the hometown is still there, and it is a sadness that the soul of the village is dead.
And in my opinion,
The development and changes of China in the new era,
Can be expected and difficult to predict,
As people's understanding of nature becomes more and more profound,
Science and technology are advancing day by day, and what has changed cannot be just a little bit.
Accept her,
As long as there is a hometown in the heart, that is the direction of home,
Nostalgia haunts, the soul of the village still exists, a family from all over the world,
The most memorable is still those two words - hometown.
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Contributed by: Li Jianmin
Recitation: Li Jianmin
Audio Producer: Xu Jie
Editor: Fan Pu
Review: Chen Jiayou
Editor-in-charge: Zhang Ziqi