In early spring and February, the magnolia flowers outside the window bloom. From a small flower bone slowly grows up proudly blooming branches, every day there are small surprises, every day there are small changes. The outside world is wonderful, and the world inside the window is not idle. Just after watching a set of central special programs "Ping" Yu "Neighbor - Xi Jinping's favorite allusions", the program takes "I will live up to the people without myself" as the main line, focusing on the concept of "not forgetting the original intention, always getting the end", and suddenly I realized that my cousin who is far away in my hometown in Shandong Province wants to be a barefoot doctor since he was a child, to remove the disease for his fathers and fellow villagers, and to keep his body and mind happy. Look through last year's wall calendar, summarize the successes and failures of the year, and recall the sweet moments of dating with your cousin. Ji Niu Nafu, Ming Yue Si Qin. I would like to dedicate this article to my fathers and fellow villagers who miss me in my hometown.
"Jiang Kongyue is cold and dewy white, who plays the flute at night. Jagged and turned the flute to Wu Yin, it must be a long-distance traveler in Jiangnan. Looking up at the wall calendar, I found that October 8 is the cold dew season, which indicates that Xi'an people will wear autumn pants, marking the beginning of winter in Xi'an. Push open the window, look up at the firmament, a round of bright moon hanging high in the sky, sleepless sleep, tossing and turning, simply cloaked and went out, went around the yard, chanted the above verses slowly in his mind, homesickness surged like a tide, that water, that month, those indelible memories, and that strong brotherhood, could not be dispersed in the heart for a long time.
In urban life, no matter where everyone is, their dreams are still their hometown. Everyone's hometown has a different moon, everyone loves a bright moon, relatives and friends gather together, talk about the end of the world and this time.
My hometown is a small village on the Great Plain in the northwest of Shandong Province. Tonight, the moon is the hometown Ming, the people are the hometowns, the cousin's family thousands of miles away, are you okay now? Looking up at the moon, in less than five months since the centenary of the founding of the CPC, focusing on the concept of "never forgetting the original intention, always getting the way", lamenting the changes in the new socialist countryside, when commemorating the great changes in my hometown and me, it is still silent to listen to thunder.
In the eighties, my father took me by train and traveled thousands of miles to my hometown during the summer vacation to see my grandmother and uncle. I remember my father, I don't know why I always have tears in my eyes when I see my relatives; Remember the hospitable uncle, the family gathered together and drank wine in a large bowl at the dinner table; Remember the mischievous cousin, playing with me in the reeds of the small lake at the mouth of the village. "The young man does not know the taste of sorrow, and he is worried about the new words", the hometown is simple, and I am close to the hometown and timid. Although my hometown is not like the sand lake I visited when I grew up, the lake, sand mountains, reeds, birds, and swimming fish landscape are organically combined, but there is another interest.
Unable to sleep with excitement when I returned to my hometown, my cousin and I walked to the small lake and looked up to see a clear sky and a bright moon, full of light, reflecting the appearance of the moon in the water. In the heart of a teenager, I still don't know what Shixing is, but there is something stirring in my heart. Now that I think about it, I remember asking my cousin, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" My cousin asked me, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" "The water is beautiful, the love is beautiful, and the people are more beautiful, of course I want to visit more beautiful scenery, and then I can't wait to faithfully record what I think to the readers, and then enjoy the local food." "So you still want to be a writer and a gourmet!" The cousin looked displeased and quickly walked away. In a dream I saw two moons stacked on top of each other, who said that dreams are hallucinations in real life? When I got up early the next morning, I went to the reeds by the lake to pick up the eggs laid by the ducks, and with a flash of white light, my hand reached into the water, and when I touched it, it was an egg, and I picked up seven or eight at a time, and I was very happy.
When I was elated, I saw my cousin's sad face. Just ask him; "What do you want to do when you grow up?" "You're a kid in the city, you just arrived, and the freshness was clear as soon as it passed. The conditions here are simple, the diet and nutrition conditions of the fathers and villagers are very poor, and many people have serious illnesses and toss and turn several times to go to the county's big hospital to see, delaying a lot of time. I want to be a barefoot doctor to remove the disease from my fathers and fellow villagers. ”
The trip of my childhood, the water, the moon, and the person in my hometown have haunted my heart for a long time, and I have been looking forward to the day when I will revisit my hometown. My cousin and I never lost contact. First it was SMS, then QQ, and then WeChat. Happily, he grew up to be a barefoot doctor, opened a rural clinic, and came to see patients every day. And my writer's dream-like illusion was shattered. Since graduating from school, I have been working in electric power operation, and I have regretted it again and again. Because every holiday is the time when the power operation workers need to be on duty, the production site has accompanied me through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Every morning after the night shift, I would unintentionally look down at the firmament to see if there was a new moon in the sky, where there were not only my endless thoughts, but also the undying desire to never forget my original intention.
Last summer, I finally realized my dream, and during the annual vacation, I made an appointment with my cousin, took my son, and went to feel the bright moon in my hometown together, lamenting that time flies and the years fly by.
Back in my hometown of Shandong, I saw the wide and straight country roads, the date trees that my grandmother planted by her own hands had flourished, and when I heard the chattering fathers and villagers, I couldn't help but feel the ancient poetry. I think of "when the young man leaves home and returns home, the rural voice has not changed and his sideburns have declined." Children asked each other if they didn't know each other, laughing and asking where the guests came from. Such a poem finally understood why my father was in tears in his hometown.
The current cousin is already a well-known doctor in and outside the village. If the villagers have any headaches and brain fever, they will go to his small clinic to see a doctor. It is his unshirkable duty to formulate treatment plans for minor illnesses and formulate treatment plans in a timely manner. With the construction and widening of cement roads in the countryside, the fathers and villagers who have gradually become rich have bought cars, and it has become common to drive to a major hospital for timely treatment if they are seriously ill.
"Go, I'll take you to the small lake at the entrance of the village."
Taking my hand, my cousin, me, and son walked towards the lake. Walking to the promised land where I have been "secretly in love" for decades, I saw that the lake was like a mirror, the tender yellow moon was soft, and when she fell into the water, she looked like a girl who had just dressed up, and she saw that people were no longer shy, and the light and silhouette were fresh and pleasant, and gradually it could set off the night scene. The wrinkles on the surface of the water are like a shimmering corrugated fabric. The frogs in the middle of nowhere made a loud and short sound in unison, and on the hills in the distance behind the lake, the crisp song of the nightingale was heard...
"Are you so busy at work now, do you still have time to work hard?"
"Time is like water in a sponge, as long as it is squeezed. I cherish every tofu block work I publish, because the original intention is the motivation. ”
"Jiangnan does not return home, and the flute clearly says Hua Hua. The willow on the embankment has been broken, and Mo Jiao blows down the Longtou flower. "I remember that a few days ago my son and I went to Chanba Wetland Park to play, and saw a bright moon hanging high in the sky, a blessed land of Pingxiu Water Corridor, and Chang'an Pagoda dotted in between, the scenery is undoubtedly wonderful, and the reality is thought-provoking. I met a friend I hadn't seen for a long time, and when I heard my experience of returning to my hometown not long ago, I sighed: "You live close to here, you can enjoy the moon at any time, why do you have to travel thousands of miles back to your hometown?" "Yes, this is the best place to watch the moonlight in the lotus pond, there is water, trees, flowers, birds, every fifteen, the weather is clear, a round of bright moon will come as scheduled, the moonlight shines on the blue waves, and the lotus fragrance is far away, the birds are singing, it must be said that this is the best place to enjoy the moon."
However, no matter where I go, whether it is on the beach in Beidaihe, the majestic Taibai Mountain, the beautiful scenery of Shuanglong Bay, the dreamy Ningxia Sand Lake, I have seen the beautiful moon, and I like these very much. However, as soon as I saw it, I couldn't help but think of the little moon on the shore of the lake in my hometown.
I said to my friend, "You don't understand, Yue is the hometown of Ming." Have you seen the movie "Me and My Hometown"? The friend nodded, "Of course I have seen it, the film is divided into five units, and the five stories are organically connected." "Have you noticed what the audience says about their hometown at the end of each unit?" "Yes, the moonlight in the city illuminates dreams, but it can never replace the moonlight in my hometown." Yes, mountains have feelings, people have feelings, and the people of the homeland are even stronger. Who can forget those days of childhood frolicking and playing in their hometown? Who can ignore the rapid changes in the new socialist countryside? Who can deeply comprehend the spiritual power of "never forget the original intention, only to be consistent"?
Time flies. Dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming. Midnight dreams come back, memories live forever. I love my hometown, time changes, things are right and wrong, the only constant is in the cold and summer, a string of memories, a wisp of longing...
Photo by Javon Swaby
About the Writer:Hu Yuejun, pen name Huang Shansong. He is now a member of Shaanxi Electric Power Writers Association and a member of Xi'an Baqiao District Writers Association. His literary works have been published in newspapers and WeChat platforms such as "Overseas Digest", "Huashang Daily" and "Jiang Shuilian", and he served as the composition editor of Xi'an Famous Teachers Hall primary and secondary schools from 2019 to 2021, and his work "Red Flag" was selected into the book "Bright Notes" in 2022.
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