<h1 toutiao-origin="h2" > hometown where you are</h1>
Wen | Wang Yuqin
With the collapse of the last house in the village, the old haunted hometown was razed to the ground.
A few days later, the tattered rubble was replaced by a neat yellow earth.
Today, the endless wheat fields are full of life, as if you can still hear the whispers of wheat growing. Only the "Dongputian River" in the east of the village and the "Bian Dan River" in the south of the village still sing happy songs! Only these two small rivers that I played in as a child can still point out the general location of my hometown for me who is looking for my hometown. Grandma and Grandpa are still buried in the homeland of their hometown. Whenever I think of this, tears blur my eyes---------- Hometown, where are you?"
Although it has been more than forty years since he left his hometown and came to the county seat, he has never lived in an old house after leaving. But on the day of the grave, I always have to go to the old courtyard to take a few turns, and by the way, to see if the big jujube tree that brought me sweet memories of childhood is still so lush and beautiful? Are the self-growing acacia trees in the south courtyard still stuck there? Greeting us?
People often only feel very grounded in their hearts until this time, and this is my root.
The old house was the same age as me, and my grandmother and I spent a happy and joyful childhood here. In winter, when night falls, the surrounding area is particularly quiet, and occasionally you can hear a few dog barks. After dinner, Grandma blew out the kerosene lamp with only a large flame of beans, and the house instantly became pitch black, and she couldn't see her five fingers. We snuggled up next to Grandma and listened to Her tell little folk tales. Grandma has no culture, and although the stories she tells do not have flowery language, they contain deep philosophies. Her words and deeds have benefited us a lot, and we have gradually learned to be thrifty, simple, kind, and grateful.
In the summer, in the bright moonlight, we put a grass tomas made of reeds in the middle of the courtyard, made a mattress on it, and lay on it to cool off, staring at the stars in the night sky and staring at the brightest star. The sudden appearance of a meteor excited us. Grandma's fan brought us a hint of coolness while repelling mosquitoes, and unconsciously we fell into a sweet sleep.
Although my childhood was spent in a rural area of extreme material poverty, there was an indescribable beauty and happiness in this rural area. The funny things that happened in my childhood life often brought me into good memories. Childhood games are a landscape that will always reside in the heart! We play glass balls, kick shuttlecocks, hide and seek, eagles catch chicks, smoke tops and more. There are a beautiful variety of games, and most of the toys are made by our own hands. I still remember these things vividly.
In the past, walking on the streets of my hometown, I once experienced the mood and taste of "a young child leaving home and returning to the old mane, the township tone has not changed the mane, the children do not know each other, and the laughter and asking where the guests come from". And where are you today's children?
The small river in my hometown has left us with the laughter of going into the water to touch the fish, the winding country roads have also left the footprints of our feet, and the poplar trees carrying hopes and dreams have become my eternal memory. The "west depression" in the west of the village and the "pipe trench" in the north of the village, which used to mow the grass as a child, still lie there, and it is still a good place for us to yearn. The reed bay in the village used to be a "paradise" for us to find delicious wild fruits such as "valley flute" and "cow horn", a good place for us to catch grasshoppers and mantises, it has long been filled in and no longer exists, and the sweet well behind the village and grandma who struggled to carry water has long been replaced by tap water...
This scene often appears in my dreams. And our descendants, who can remember their hometown, I think, can only be found in the "Village Chronicle".
Nostalgia, rich nostalgia, and the "nostalgia" in the afterglow is remembered in the ears...
(Author: Wang Yuqin, female, member of the Communist Party of China, retired cadre of a state-owned enterprise in Yucheng City, Shandong Province, likes to slap words and feel life!) ）
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