Today I inadvertently clicked on a video and saw Jiang Dunhao slowly singing Wang Feng's river, how many injuries were suffered to ignore the pain, and how many roads were walked to return 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, wanted to know more about him, learned that he is a big boy from the Mongolian ethnic group, after the college entrance examination he received an acceptance letter from Beijing, but gave up, because he likes the blue sky and white clouds in his hometown and the people there, he said that many people leave home, or go home, but delayed a lot of time with their families, so singing in their hometown, and can make everyone who leaves work, feel a little warm, he is enough.
Hearing this, my heart was deeply touched, and I began to like or admire this big boy who loved music, because he did what I wanted to do but didn't do, that is, to accompany my parents and witness the growth of the years with the green mountains and rivers of my hometown.
Since coming to Guangzhou more than ten years ago, I basically go back once or twice a year, each time is also coming and going in a hurry, slowly feeling that I am 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 Guangzhou with my family, return to my hometown, return to my parents, and live a plain little life together as a family.
Whenever I have this idea, there is always a voice around me, forget it, the hometown can not go back, because the current hometown is no longer the hometown at that time.
In an instant, I began to struggle again, whether I should return to my hometown or continue to wander, if I had not left my hometown and gone south, what would happen now?
With such entanglements, after dinner, I listened to Jiang Dunhao's music, casually browsed the webpage, and inadvertently saw an article written by Liu Yong about my hometown, which instantly made me feel relieved, and the article wrote:
The hometown is like a mother, and some people will guard the mother for a lifetime. Some people love their mothers when they are young, but when they reach the rebellious period, they are 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 think that it is the right person who "relocated to the land" and guarded the hometown 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 not return to the hometown for a lifetime.
Hometown in English is hometown, but also birthplace, where home is, where can be hometown; where born, where is the hometown. Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown is not necessarily the hometown of their parents.
It is precisely for this reason that we do not live in Zhoukoudian; it is precisely because of this that the human beings of the times will drift in the southeast, southwest, and northwest, creating a variety of cultures. Hometown should not have been clinging to one place. Some people always look forward to returning to their hometown, some people are looking forward to leaving their hometown, returning to their hometown is to find their hometown, leaving their hometown is to create another hometown for their 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 that between this drift and drift, we have a home.
Yes, I have been going south to Guangzhou for more than ten years, and I have a stable job here, and I have a husband who cares for me and a pair of smart and lovely children, and a group of friends who can share joys and sorrows, and my parents often come to live together. In this wandering south, I already had a home, and I created another hometown for myself and for my children. #情感 #