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Hello everyone, I am Young Master Xie Han. A warm sound every night to accompany you to sleep!
Today I inadvertently saw the news of "China's New Song", and then knew the name of Jiang Dunhao, clicked on the program video, Jiang Dunhao was slowly singing Wang Feng's "River", how many injuries can be suffered to ignore the pain, how many roads will go back to the beginning... Listening to his clean and warm voice, I suddenly felt that this was a person with a story. So I clicked on another video to learn more about him. Knowing that he was a big boy from Mongolian ethnicity, he received an acceptance letter from Beijing after the college entrance examination, but he gave up. Because he likes the blue sky and white clouds in his hometown, and the people there... He said: Many people still have to go home after leaving home, but they have delayed a lot of time with their relatives, so singing in their hometown and making everyone who leaves work can feel a little warmth, he is enough...
Hearing this, my heart was deeply touched, and I began to like or admire this big boy who loves music. Because we did what we wanted to do but did not do, that is, to accompany our parents and witness the growth of the years with the green mountains and rivers of our hometown. Since coming to Beijing in 10 years, I have basically gone back once a year, and every time I have come and gone in a hurry. Slowly, I felt that I was getting farther and farther away from my hometown. Many times, I return to my hometown in my dreams, but after waking up, I am endlessly sad. I often wonder what day I will leave Beijing with my family, return to my hometown, return to my parents, and live a simple little life with my family. Whenever I have this idea, there is always a voice around me: Forget it, I can't go back to my hometown. Because the hometown now is no longer the hometown of that time... In an instant, I began to struggle again, whether I should return to my hometown or continue to wander. If I hadn't left my hometown and drifted north, what would it be like now?
With such entanglements, after dinner, I listened to Jiang Dunhao's music, casually browsing the network. Inadvertently, seeing Liu Yong write an article about my hometown instantly made me feel a lot relieved. The title of the article is called "The Hometown of the Drifter", and it is written that the hometown is like a mother, and some people will guard the mother for a lifetime. Although some people loved their mothers when they were young, when they reached the rebellious period, they saw that their mother was not pleasing to the eye and were anxious to leave home. There are also people who grew up in orphanages and never knew who their mother was or where their home was. I often wonder whether it is the person who "relocated the land and relocated" and guarded the homeland for a lifetime, or the person who "aspires to be in the four directions" and left the hometown early to go out to fight the world, or even the person who will never return to the hometown for a lifetime. "Hometown", well said in English, is Hometown and Birthplace, where home is, where it can be hometown; where it is born, where it is hometown. Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown is not necessarily the hometown of their parents. It is precisely because of this that we do not live in "Zhoukoudian"; it is precisely because of this that generations of human beings will drift in the southeast, southwest, and northwest, creating diverse cultures. Hometown should not have been attached to one place in the first place. Some people always look forward to returning to their hometown, and some people often look forward to leaving their hometown. Returning home is to find your own hometown, and leaving your hometown is to create another hometown for your children. How many people in this world know where his ancestors came from? How many people in this world know where his descendants will drift? All I know is: between this drift and drift, we have a home. For the drifter, the last home is the hometown.