Xiang Yu, the king of Western Chu, has a famous saying, called: "Rich and noble do not return to their hometown, such as clothes embroidered at night."
For the ancient Chinese, the return of clothes to the hometown is a kind of complex, which represents glory and also means returning to the roots.
And many times, this mood is common to the international, my heart is at home, everyone can not do without this complex, otherwise, the so-called inner emptiness will make a person tasteless, sleep can not sleep.
Former U.S. President Barack Obama was born and raised in the United States, but he has never forgotten where his roots lie.
Obama grew up with his mother, separated from his father at the age of more than a year, and only met once until his death, but he always thought about his hometown that he had never seen.
So, when he grew up and had a certain degree of independence, Obama did something that was shocking to the world: he returned to the land of Africa to find his roots.
Obama's father, a college student from Kenya, met his mother in the United States and gave birth to him.
In "My Father's Dream," Obama put it this way: He never really knew his father, only met him once when he was 10 years old, but he felt a connection with him.
This is probably the so-called blood relationship, whether you see or not meet, whether you have contact or not, family affection is unavoidable.
Because of this, Obama always feels that he has a "huge gap" in his heart, so he has to pursue his origin.
In fact, Obama has returned to his hometown in Kenya many times, two of which are after his own achievements, especially the third time, when he returned from the presidency.
However, in the perspective of many homecoming experiences, Obama enjoyed the first time the most, because of his simple identity, he felt the most sincere and original family affection.
In 1987, at the age of 26, Obama set foot on Kenyan soil, and although his father had died, his family was still there: grandma, aunt, half-siblings...
However, Obama was still a student at that time, and it is not clear what the future will look like. But he longed to return home, and the reality of being born in the United States for many years and growing up in the United States did not make him forget the reality that he was black.
As he says in My Father's Dream: ... No one realizes I need a living father, too because I'm too young to know I need a race...
You see, this is the complex.
Not everyone has to talk about what psychology, but for Obama, his hometown is the root he needs to find, the place where he fills the gap in his heart.
Under the support of such a complex, Obama's mood of returning to his hometown can be understood. Although his father is no longer there, and only his half-brothers and sisters who are closest to him are left, it does not affect his yearning for that place at all.
At the time, Obama was returning to Kenya with his father's third wife, his stepmother, which was obviously appropriate, and if he was alone, it would be difficult to find his hometown.
In fact, this relative, who has been "wandering" away, is also very popular with Obama's father's family.
At the time, Obama's half-sister was driving a very dilapidated car and picked him up with her aunt.
As soon as Obama and the others got off the plane, they were warmly welcomed by their aunt and sister: welcome home. Obama was particularly impressed by a short sentence, something he had longed for too long in his bones.
Obama, wearing white pants, squeezed into the battered car with his family, drove all the way bumpy, and even halfway down, the silencer of the car was turned upside down, and the sound accompanied by the voice of the people in the car was particularly noisy.
Back in his village, Obama was also welcomed by his grandmother.
In fact, Obama's grandmother, Sarah, was not related to him at all, because his grandmother was long gone, and it was his grandfather who later remarried, that is, his step-grandmother.
But so what? The enthusiasm of the Kenyans made Obama feel the comfort and safety of returning home from the heart. He even felt that it was a kind of "freedom and certainty in identity." ”
However, for Obama, who returned to the village for the first time, the village was still a bit chaotic, with no street signs and no signs, and he would get lost when he was alone in the village.
Every time my aunt went out to work, she would tell Obama, "Don't get lost again." ”
It is conceivable that this feeling of not being able to find the north in his hometown will definitely stimulate Obama again.
Therefore, in the next few days in his hometown, Obama was like those who worked in the city and returned home to become "jade flowers" for the New Year, and steadily put aside the sense of superiority of americans and mingled with his family.
As a step-grandmother, Sarah is the elder of the family, but she still has to support herself and must work hard at an active age.
Obama followed his grandmother and helped her do what she could, such as carrying a large bag of corn, with a green look and a restrained smile.
What was Obama thinking at the time? Such white pants, such a rough farm work, really feel a little abrupt. But his expression was not painful, indicating that his heart was very satisfied with the status quo.
Not only that, but look at the other side of Obama's grounding: sitting in front of the door of the sheepfold hut with his half-brother, smoking cigarettes together, talking homely, looking at ease, and enjoying it.
Even, Obama is not at all estranged in the interaction of his brothers. It was only natural to follow the brothers in the village to find a drink and play local games barefoot.
"He (Obama) always likes to sit in front of the hut, not dirty, and talk to relatives."
Obama's brother Markley said that what he didn't know was how much of a daily triviality was hard for his american-grown brother.
Obama stayed in his hometown for several days, and there was nothing wrong with the rest, but there were too many relatives in his hometown, and he couldn't remember them at all, but fortunately he enjoyed it: some nephews, uncles, aunts, etc. who had never heard of it before... Everything was wonderful.
In fact, Obama is very good with his sister, Omar, who went to the airport to pick him up: "My sister Omar and I are very close, and we have always been in close contact. ”
Later, Obama got married, and Omar attended the wedding.
It can be seen that his trip to his hometown was very fruitful, not only found his roots, but also found the desired family affection. This is a comfort in the heart for Obama, who has always felt lonely.
Later, Obama returned to his hometown several times, but the change in identity had already made it impossible for him to enjoy the ease of returning to his hometown for the first time.
It was a journey home that he could feel satisfied at the beginning of his life: through it to find the path his father had traveled, to understand his father's life.
This is probably where the complex lies: just as we have not been able to understand why Obama wrote about his father's dream, he has always had an obsession with his father in his bones, and if he can't hope for it, he will always remember it. And the same is true of his hometown.