Soon at the end of the year, use the weekend time to go back to the hometown, the hometown is still the hometown, but the village streets appear empty, it seems that there is not much to do with the Spring Festival, occasionally there are people around, looking up most of them are not familiar with, do not know, a familiar street, a few unfamiliar faces, is this the hometown? This is home.
From leaving the village to go to school outside, to later join the work, more than 30 years have passed, although it is not far from home, although it is not far from home, although it is not a week or two apart to go home with the father and wife, but also directly to their own home, rarely go out, childhood partners also with age and their own lives, rarely have the opportunity to meet, basically there is not much contact with other people. My father and mother also casually chatted with me and said that our two old people would have to come back often when you were there, and we were gone that day, and it is estimated that your fate with this village will be over. At that time, I didn't care, I didn't think much about it, the familiar people were already gone one after another, and the living ones rarely went out, especially in this harsh winter season. Now walking on the empty street suddenly feel very strange, very lonely.
Once upon a time, the streets were full of people in the twenties of the Waxing Moon, the production team was not alive, the adults did not have to go to work, the children had taken a holiday early, every family was busy preparing for the New Year's things, busy visiting relatives and friends, of course, the happiest was still belonging to children like us, no make-up lessons, no homework, no need to learn English, no need to learn piano, no need to learn taekwondo, etc., wearing cotton jackets, cotton shoes, cotton shoes, one day, full of small partners on the street, running wildly in the street tubes, drilling corn stalks everywhere, jumping up and down In groups, even go to the wheat field outside the village, in the woods by the river, fight sparrows, set fire to the wilderness, and the whole village outside the village is full of sweaty children, unstoppable vitality!
Lonely streets, now in the countryside, there are very few people on the streets, children are even more rare to see, there is no scene of my childhood, as if centuries apart, and it is simply two different time and space, different existence! Society has progressed, economic development has developed, people's living standards have improved significantly, but somehow always feel that the human touch has faded, the taste of the New Year has changed, Xu is the price of progress, I walk on the streets of no one, light sadness, vicissitudes, vicissitudes, mulberry fields.
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