Mr. Lu Xun's article has a magic, when he was young, he did not understand it, and often joked with each other with "two jujube trees", and when he became an adult, he read Lu Xun, but he was full of sadness and unspeakable bitterness, which was soaked with the taste of life.
Reading Lu Xun's "Hometown" again, what I remember most is no longer the Yang Erjie who stood there with her feet crossed at the waist and open, like a compass with thin feet, nor was it the famous sentence at the end of the article" "In fact, there is no road on the ground, and the more people who walk, it will become a road", but the reality of life that was once ignored.
Everyone has their own hometown, but Lu Xun's hometown seems to be the common hometown of all people.
After many years of absence, returning to my hometown, I can't help but feel a kind of "more timid in my hometown, and I don't dare to ask people", I hope that my hometown is still what I remember, but I also hope that it will no longer be as desolate and decadent as in the past.
Brother Xun in the text, back to his long-lost hometown, there is no warm homesickness, but it is full of homesickness and sorrow, there is no ups and downs of emotions, seeing old people and old things, but also evoking unforgettable local memories from time to time.
Although he has left for twenty years, he has long been a person, but in the memory of Xun Ge'er, it seems that his Brother Xun has never grown up, and he will always be the appearance in the memory, and will always be the picture in the memory.
It seems that when we become adults, everything related to our hometown will be automatically filtered to beautify, or the pause button will be pressed, leaving behind interesting and beautiful memories, and remembering the happiest moments.
However, life is full of sour, sweet and bitter, everyone's life is different, when Xun Ge'er "returned home with honor", he thought that he would still see the teenager with a "purple round face, a small felt hat on his head, and a bright and dangling silver collar around his neck", but he did not expect that after twenty years, standing in front of him, it was "doubled in stature; the previous purple round face had turned gray and yellow, and with deep wrinkles, and his eyes were swollen red like his father'. "The middle-aged leap soil.
The teenager who once carried a large bamboo plaque to catch birds with a large bamboo plaque under the deep blue sky, the juvenile leaping earth that once entrusted his father to bring a bag of shells and beautiful bird feathers to Xun Ge'er, has long been buried by the erosion of time, and in its place is a respectful, cersei shrinking, who already has six children, and has a difficult livelihood, and calls Xun Ge'er "Old Master" the middle-aged leap soil.
The young Leap Earth was Xun Ge'er's playmate when he was young, and it is also the childhood memory of all of us. The child's world, there is no difference in rank, the most is happy and carefree, those strange stories that the young Xun Ge'er has never experienced, are all told to him by the leap earth, which carries almost all of his memories of his hometown.
Middle-aged Yan Tu is no longer anyone's playmate, and he has long lost contact with Xun Ge'er, he began to marry and have children, running for his livelihood, he is like our childhood friends living in our hometown, they have children here, and they have never left their hometown. Leap earth was born in leap months, the five elements lack of soil, hence the name, but where does he know that his whole life, will be in the dirt, will never lack soil.
Xun Ge'er is like us who are making a living outside, although we come from our hometown, we are no longer willing to return to our hometown. We work, live, make friends, and grow old in other places, and our hometown has gone from the boundless seawater to the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, to a cinnabar in the heart, and finally it has become a residual shadow that we need to salvage with our hearts.
Like his father, life, old age, illness and death are destined to happen here, and we are finally like Xun Ge'er, some reluctance but completely cut off the back road, leaving the hometown full of childhood memories.
I sometimes wonder, why should we leave our homeland? In the time of my fathers and grandparents, few people in the village went out, and every time the farm season came, every family was busy in the field, and the neighbors also helped each other, and there was almost no suspicion. Even in the cold winter, no one goes out, but every family visits the door and gossips, watches snow and ice in the morning, drinks and chats at night, and lives a poor but contented happy life.
Later, with the study of further education, we were farther and farther away from home, and the time to go home was less and less, until we really left our hometown, and it was rare to come back once a year, so our hometown became our hometown. Even childhood friends, later on, had to put down their hoes and go to the city to work.
They used to be teenagers, but they no longer want to become middle-aged leaping soil, and they also want to leave their hometown to earn a living, or even stay in a foreign country, just like Xun Ge'er.
Of course, there are still people like leaping earth, who have stayed in their hometown all their lives, blossoming and leafing, and never leaving, they may be our parents and family, maybe our childhood classmates and friends, or those who have been wandering around begging for a living. Our hometown has never left them, but we have left our hometown.
The hometown is to us, just like the leaping soil in Xun Ge'er many years later, "Although I knew it was leaping earth at first sight, it was not the leaping soil of my memory." "Under the pale yellow sky, there are several desolate villages near and far, and there is no vitality." Isn't this the home of our dreams? But this is obviously not the hometown I remember.
I can't bear to climb high and go far, look at my hometown, and it is difficult to return to my hometown. Sighing over the years, what is the bitter drowning. When we grow up, we are away all year round, every New Year's Festival, and want to return to our hometown, but we often can't help ourselves because of various trivialities, and in the end we think that other places are hometowns. This life road is a good road, the road home is good, but the hometown in memory, after all, can not go back.
With this article, I would like to commemorate the 85th anniversary of the death of Mr. Lu Xun.
Author: Xi Si Shao, this article is to read less of the original works of the Red Chamber. Welcome to my headline number: Read less about the Red Chamber and tell you a different story of famous books.