Me and my hometown

Our ancestors were here in response to the call of the state in that fiery era. When I was a child, my family said how the locals were doing, and I didn't understand it at that time. I knew that what we said was different from the locals, we couldn't understand what they said, and our living habits were different, from kindergarten to high school, most of the people we came into contact with were children like me.

When I was 6 years old, my grandfather died, and I followed my parents to my hometown for the first time, only to learn that my relatives were so many, and it turned out that I came to this place where I took the train and the car, and tossed for several days to get to the place, called "hometown", which is the place where my grandfather and father lived. There are old mansions, families, and even strangers with white hair calling me "uncle"... For the first time, I had the concept of "hometown".

Growing up and going to college, because I spoke in an accent that was completely different from the accent of my birthplace, I often had to explain to others how we got here. Because I went to college in other places, after returning home, I was often treated as a foreigner by others.

This is me, born here, raised here, but not the habits of the locals; thousands of miles away, only the strange hometown remains, but it has my roots, because as the old saying goes, where the ancestral grave is, your roots are there.

Two years ago, to give my son a household registration, according to the regulations, the ancestral home to fill in the birthplace of my grandfather, I suddenly realized that even though my hometown is still far away, even if my hometown is still strange, but my hometown has always been there, never left me, she is a thread connecting our life bloodline, has been dragging me, dragging my next generation, branding where we came from...

When the father is close to the ancient world, when accompanying the grandson, he always likes to play with the dialect of his hometown, at this time, I think he should be happy, using the "mother tongue" he is most familiar with to speak to his descendants, when the little grandson uses the childish child's voice to say the rural tone, it seems to be back to the hometown of the heart. Heavenly joy, but that's it.

These are just a few clips I want to tell you about me and my hometown. I have two hometowns, one is my birthplace, the place where I was born and raised; the other is my hometown, where my roots are.