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Prose ‖ the death of the homeland

Prose ‖ the death of the homeland

There is a WeChat group called "Qia Young Classmates Are Flourishing", which is a group of primary and elementary school students in my hometown, and often posts about people and things in my hometown

Yesterday, Junfang's second aunt said that she was going back to the countryside of Bashang to see her elderly aunt and uncle. Because they were classmates, they grew up together and lived next to each other. I said that the second sister was convenient to take a photo of the three places where our family once lived and send it to the group for me to see.

Once a big earth city, the Tiangai Village written by Li Wenliang, a driver of the North Drift, is a village inhabited by thousands of people, and although life is poor, it is full of simple human feelings. Now it is not the ruins and ruins, the artemisia grass is growing wildly, but many places have been razed to the ground, and there is no trace of it. Over the years, many people have left their homes, houses have become dangerous houses that can only be bulldozed, and what remains are some elderly people with walking difficulties and young children, who have been called the so-called "3861 team" as early as 20 years ago.

The second aunt's movements were swift, and she soon returned to the countryside on the dam, and various pictures kept coming up like snowflakes. In the more than twenty years since I left my homeland, I have intermittently returned several times, and I did not expect the photos sent to be so desolate. Suddenly, I felt that the urbanization of the countryside would not only squeeze the villagers to the edge of the city, but even the rural areas would lose the soil for survival.

My family once lived in three positions in the countryside, and the place where I lived as a child was in the east of the village, when there was a hidden hole in the war preparedness after the rain was poured into the house, and when it became a dangerous house, it moved into the house where the village committee once gave Zhiqing to live. Later, after the living conditions improved slightly, he built several earthen houses in the west of the village, which is the third location I said. At that time, my brother had just entered junior high school, and then my brother and sister-in-law started a family to live with them, and my parents had been upside down for many years, and we bought a house that moved to Sun Wenzhen in Kouli.

The relocation of the once uncertain house has made the family full of hardships and hardships, but the father has always been full of optimism and upward attitude, he has always believed that if he has children, he will not worry about life for the better, not to mention that he has three sons. In fact, the family of these three sons eventually became a burden to him.

Prose ‖ the death of the homeland

When I was a child, Tiangai Village was a village called Datucheng, which left me with many good memories, the friendliness of neighbors, and the harmony of the villagers. Although the days are poor, there is no current pressure, which makes people breathless. I told my son that although we were poor at the time, we were happy. The son is very dismissive: poor can still be happy?

A generation has a generation's view of happiness, and it tends to pay more attention to superficial things, which makes my words more AQ.

Later, I served in the army and rarely came back. From time to time, I heard changes in the village, and the most common thing was that this person had this cancer, and that person had another cancer. They are all my uncles and aunts, it is in the prime of the year, after hearing it, I can't help but be sad, a large family of Zheng surname in Tiangai Village is mostly an old cousin of grandma, and it is also a party of my family. Once such a person is gone in my hometown, will there still be a place for me to stand in my homeland?

Thousands of people live in the countryside, it is said that the current population of less than 200 people, the pace of urbanization makes them a little unable to keep up, into the city has no special skills, no money, in the countryside and the lack of supporting facilities in all aspects, where is their road, suddenly a touch of worry arises, do they want to go to the brink of self-destruction?

Only in this way can the gap between them and the towns be gradually eliminated, and is there no better way than that?

If it is said that the domestic economy is to be re-driven through internal rolls, the countryside is the most economical approach, but the people in the countryside are getting thinner and thinner, and the able-bodied people have long forgotten or do not want to live in the countryside, and have long since stepped out of the ranks of the countryside and entered the ranks of urban construction.

Recently, basic education has reduced the admission rate of high school education to 50%, which has caused panic among many parents of students, fearing that their children will fall into another 50 percent, which shows the serious lack of basic staff. It is not the contempt for labor in our bones, it is our privileged thinking and the concept of class that make more people want to break out of that barrier. As long as they have the slightest chance, they will squeeze and drill out. Only in this way will we change our destiny and change our discrimination.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, life has improved, the national fortunes have changed, but the idea of despising the lower classes is deeply rooted, so many people are desperately trying to improve the conditions and create conditions to change their destiny.

The people of my hometown of Tiangai Village are inevitably vulgar. Whether urbanization is a good thing or a bad thing is difficult to say for a while, but it brings more confusion to people in their hometown.

Prose ‖ the death of the homeland

In a trance, I saw a red streamer fluttering in front of my eyes, like a red thread in the hands of the old man, and some people caught her, improving the quality of life and changing their lives. But in a short time, the red streamer never appeared again.

A man in ancient costume came over, his body hanging in the air, the golden belt hanging from his hand, it is said that the hook took away the souls of many young people, these young people grabbed the yellow belt and never returned to their homeland, some settled in the city, some worked in the rented house; some old people grabbed the yellow belt, never came back, heard that the belt became a rope to kill them.

The change of urbanization is also the martyrdom of the homeland, so that the homeland is getting farther and farther away from us, more and more profound and unreachable, but the thoughts that go deep into the depths of the soul miss the hot land even more with the passage of time.

Tiangai Village is the paradise of my generation, but also the soul of my generation, I lost myself, that worry will be in the last few steps, will also make the thoughts and dreams haunt!

Wen ‖ Li He

Prose ‖ the death of the homeland

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