Text: Stones
Once upon a time, our ancestors kept the soil for generations, pioneered with ploughshares, and sowed hope in this land that no stranger had ever trodden. When did we, the sons of farmers, go out of the house for various reasons, and never look back, trying to fade the color of the earth on their bodies, and dreaming of changing their identity to "city people".
I'm no exception, with mud legs shuttling back and forth on the city's construction site, pursuing an unbounded pursuit. In my limited memory, there are always many of the most beautiful words used to describe the vicissitudes of the city, the dreamlike romance, and the brilliance, all of which have become the dreams of tens of millions of migrant workers.
We are crowded in this modern city, holding our breath, everywhere is avant-garde trends, everywhere is high-rise buildings, but we always feel that although the world is peaceful, there is noise everywhere, which also makes us even more confused in this land.
We walked into this city, but we couldn't integrate into this city, let alone understand this city, and people's hearts were so separated. The road we trek is covered with silk nets, tormenting our childish and innocent fantasies, so that our hearts have nowhere to settle. Too many tears and sorrows are condensed on the old memories, living in the city, but the roots have been bare on this hard concrete floor, and they can't find the soil to live on. A loneliness that always belongs to the sons of our group of peasants.
Looking back, there is always a special smell of the countryside coming to you: come back, your hometown is your best home. Walking in the floating world, tranquility is already a luxury, and how many people in the city yearn for that kind of idyllic rural life. Sometimes, we are also confused about which of us is more fortunate than the city people who are far away from nature, and which is more like the lack of spiritual pursuits of the city people than our material nothingness.
Perhaps, today's hometown is far from the hometown in the concept of the past, the kind of natural green mountains and green waters, so that we are eager to interact with it and write our youth in this simple and beautiful land. In the past, we have experienced the modern civilization and received the immersion of the urban civilization, which makes us deeply realize that the city and the countryside actually have many similarities, but we stand at different ends and observe from different angles.
The warm winter sun, walking on the path of the hometown, everywhere is still full of vitality, the color of the hometown, drifting into the eyes, and like the glow shining through the whole body, here, maybe we can really plant and nurture our feelings, let the budding dreams, along the withered vines to climb the pillar sky giant tree. This pure land is a corner of the city that is far away, and we, the children who have returned, are thrown into the arms of our hometown and walked into a warm fairy tale.
Walking under this high heaven and wide universe, the soul is also released from imprisonment, and gains the freedom after epiphany, blends with nature, and places affection between heaven and earth without restraint, so that the heart is free, galloping to the eight poles, and seeing endlessly. Those primitive landscapes are really another form of existence in the dream world, the villagers have affection, the countryside has affection, it is another mood outside the monotonous and dull life. The time in my hometown is always leisurely and calm, with a moist and leisurely temperament, coupled with the rough and simple life, which makes people intoxicated, how can I bear to say goodbye.
Walking back to your hometown, no matter what kind of scenery you have, it will make people dizzy and yearn for it. There is no hustle and bustle, just clear and bright natural beauty. No matter how far you go, it will always wait quietly at this end. For those of us who work hard outside, our hometown is the wet fragrance of nephrite, which always allows us to appreciate what happiness is.
Nowadays, there is another group of people, they were born in the city, grew up in the city, but the dream is embedded in the countryside, a new vitality, a new vitality, boiling in their hearts like a dragon, they are using a passion, knocking on the vast earth, they are using a heart containing gold, changing every night and day in the long years. They want to use the pen of genius to outline the agility of the countryside and reflect the harmonious unity of natural life.
Heaven and earth are born with me, and all things are one with me", with a supreme state that conforms to the development of nature, to purify the tired hearts of people in the world, here, people use a leisurely attitude to life, interpreting the most simple philosophy of life: the world, everything and everything, born by the way, and existing by the way.
Sometimes think about it, what is the pursuit of people in this life, what kind of life is happiness? Looking at the hometown of each family, the courtyard is connected to the courtyard, the whole village is as quiet as Tao Yuanming's peach garden, hometown, as if the real scene picked out from the picture scroll, strolling on the wall, life is so pampered to us, the earth under our feet is still steady, the sky above our heads is still blue, it turns out, happiness has been as bright as the sun.
Today's hometown is still silent, but in a soft corner of our hearts, we have deeply retained this name, standing in the quiet outside of this prosperity, we see the smiles of the villagers like a spring breeze. As a result, I silently made a good wish: God bless my hometown, God bless my fellow villagers.
Hometown, the countryside that has nurtured my ancestors for generations, such a "quiet" atmosphere, has soaked us all over our bodies, a few years of looking back, a few reincarnations, countless throbbing in our hearts, how can people be willing to escape?
Hometown, there is a simple beauty, there is no artificial carving here, there is no secular intrusion, for many years, it is natural, peaceful, in a peaceful world, enjoy their own comfortable beauty, it uses the same color of life in the four seasons to summon the world that should have been a holiday for the soul.
Yes, people should enjoy a simple and pure life, just like my fellow villagers, placed in the mountains, there is no worldly disturbance, there is no temptation of luxury, they just simply live for their faith, no desire is rigid, this is a realm, is the purification of life, but also the sublimation of the soul, those dreams of our returning children, are here into a faint smoke.
"What is nostalgia? Isn't it the brook and the flowers by the stream? Isn't it the splendid fruit grove and the birds in the fruit grove? Isn't it the wide field and the fragrant fragrance on the field? Isn't it the blue smoke and the comfort that rises with it? Isn't it the reverie of the ever-clear and sweet old well and the village girl by the well?"
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