Lu Qingyi of Mawei Township, Dushan County, Guizhou Province, returned to his hometown on the eve of the Spring Festival in 2013, after a 20-year absence.
He left his hometown at the age of 16 and went to Beijing alone.
Returning home at the age of 40, he found that his parents were old and realized that he had less and less time to spend with them.
In order to make up for this regret, every Spring Festival after this, he would return to his hometown, not only to accompany them for the New Year, but also to record everything about his parents and hometown with the camera lens in his hand.
This kind of shooting has been going on for several years.
Under his lens, you can see the busy figure of his parents and the changes in his hometown. Home, under his lens, suddenly became a memory.
Photographers record their hometown with their lenses, while writers record their hometowns with words, and Chen Yingsong is one of them.
He left his hometown at the age of 18 to wander, worked as a sailor, wrote poetry, and worked at a cultural center. At the age of 29, he was admitted to Wuhan University in the provincial city with the third place and became a college student in the Chinese Department of Wuhan University, and his two years of university life completely changed his fate.
He wrote essays, wrote novels, won the Lu Xun Literature Award, the Chinese Novel Society Award, and so on, and many of his works have memories of his hometown.
And "Toward the Bloom of a Flower" is that he expresses his longing for his hometown to the fullest. This collection of essays is full of his good memories of his hometown, and reading it carefully will make people miss their hometown. In particular, the wanderers who have traveled far away from home want to return to their hometown again, walk the road they have walked again, see the scenery, and experience the simple customs and customs.
Those who can't go back to their hometowns hide the deepest thoughts of the departed people.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="113" >01 Unforgettable scenery of that hometown</h1>
I remember coming home from a holiday, just in time for the canola blossoms. The golden canola flowers in the fields on both sides of the road home are in full bloom, and there are a few bees flying around from time to time on the flowers, and what I will forget most is the little floral fragrance that drifts into the nostrils with the breeze.
Let me deliberately slow down and feel the rare scenery.
Now that I have graduated from work for many years, I go home a handful of times a year, and when I return home, I see a desolate piece, and I want to experience the feast of flowers again.
Those scenery that usually seem ordinary have become luxury scenery.
As the author puts it: "All the villages are falling, nestlé is fleeing towards the tall branches, this season, the same fate." As the wind swayed them, all the dust smoke rushed into the sky, and people, toba, villages, roads, choked in the whole yellow haze. ”
Because of this, on a warm day in the early spring, he had a deep attachment to the sea of rape flowers by mistake.
In the warm and cold early spring, the bees are busy collecting honey, and the sea of flowers full of rape flowers surrounds the author. Watching the bees busy sowing seeds and collecting honey, and the one who is blooming for the sake of life, adds a touch.
Even a fluff of grass on the side of the road can attract the author's attention.
Although in the countryside it may not attract people's attention, but its vigorous vitality, in the depths of the vast fields, in the fields, in the cracks of the mountains, in the desert, in the places we cannot see, in the countryside where you cannot go, in the places where we are born indiscriminately, these scattered weeds are growing wantonly.
In the city of high-rise buildings, the grass in the grass is neatly trimmed every day, the height is consistent, but it seems to have lost the most important thing - wanton growth.
Not only that, but the winter in his hometown and the snow in his hometown are also the objects of his nostalgia, and on the cold winter nights, snowflakes fall one by one. And in the quiet snowy night, you can spend a leisurely night through the window, sitting on a quilt, a bedside, and a book.
The scenery of the hometown has the most natural background color, and without too much modification, it can show the most charming scenery.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="112" >02 Unforgettable food from that hometown</h1>
Cai Lan once said that no matter how far he went and how much food he ate, what he missed most when he returned to Hong Kong was the most familiar taste and the most familiar food.
Just like the workers who have been away from home for a long time, the most missed is a table of meals in their hometown, and when they come home for the New Year, they can only be satisfied if they eat a familiar taste.
The Tujia there smashed the bowl of wine, and it is difficult to forget after eating it once, which is derived from the legend of a hero.
In the Zhou Dynasty, the general Ba Manzi went to the Chu state to move troops due to domestic difficulties, and the Chu state asked the ba state to give three cities. After the Chu soldiers rescued the baguo, the Chu envoy demanded that the city be ceded, and Ba Manzi could not bear to cut off his own country's city, so he cut off his own head in exchange for the city. Before cutting off the head, after drinking wine, he dropped the bowl and then drew his sword and killed himself. In his honor, drinking wine and smashing bowls became a custom. The louder and more you fall, the happier the owner is.
The hospitality of simple people is often simple and pure.
Under the Shennong shelf, there are many delicious wild foods, which are also foods that make the author unforgettable.
For example, a pig's trotter. In front of the house of a farmhouse in DajiuHu, the owner plucked a wax hoof from the fire pond and cut off the hanging hemp rope. Then, with a spray gun in hand, the piece of wax hoof is burned, the skin and flesh are blistered, and then the color of the bacon itself is washed, cut into small pieces, added with various spices, and put some perilla, which is a pot of delicious aromatic wax hoof hot pot.
The bacon hanging on Liangshan is the most sincere food that the owner of Shennongjia entertains his guests. Seeing this, I suddenly remembered that every year when I came home, my mother would stuff sausages and bacon into my suitcase, which was my mother's full of love.
And the peasant's lump meat was also written into the book by the author.
Fat and lean bacon, or fatter bacon, removed, the meat boiled in boiling water, the housewife put the meat on the cutting board, jumped hot and knifed, cut the oil on the hand, cut into a lump, did not use any ingredients, served on the table, piled on the plate. A few pieces of lump meat were eaten, and the corners of the mouth were slicked with oil.
In Sichuan, every Spring Festival, the indispensable thing on the table is a plate of thinly sliced bacon, full of aroma, fat and thin, biting in the mouth can really be oily, people can't help but eat a piece and want to eat a piece.
There are also malan heads in the mouth, fresh houttuynia cordata, a variety of wild mushrooms, fungus, etc., which can satisfy the discerning mouth.
No matter how far you go, you want to go back to your hometown to eat a meal with a strong hometown flavor, that is the most delicious experience.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="111" >03 Relatives have always been the object of thoughts</h1>
I believe that everyone is very familiar with Zhu Ziqing's "Back Shadow", I saw him wearing a small black hat and a black cloth coat, waddling to the side of the railway, slowly leaning down, it is not too difficult. But it was not easy for him to cross the railway and climb the platform on the other side of the mountain. He climbed up with both hands and shrank his feet upwards; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing the appearance of effort.
When he returned, he walked back with the vermilion orange, and when he crossed the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, slowly climbed down, and then picked up the oranges and left.
When I read this paragraph before, I always thought it was funny, a fat body, but also must pass through heavy obstacles, just to go to the other side to buy a few oranges. Now, re-reading has a different feeling, not only people's age, but also belong to the people who are wandering in a foreign land, and the time spent with their parents every year is limited.
It is said that the love of parents is silent, and it is true, they may not express too much, but the actions they make can be felt, and they give the most difficult to give care.
The author's father was largely illiterate, but had a craft, was a tailor, stuttered, and had a reclusive personality. It is this that a person has supported a family of seven or eight people with his own craftsmanship.
At that time, each family could keep a town hukou, and his father gave him to let him study, even if his life was difficult, he always tried to carry the burden of supporting the family.
When the author was 25 years old and preparing to start a family, he did not save a penny, and the money for furniture and wood was sent by his father. At that time, he was making clothes in a farmhouse between the town and the county seat, and he could get 5 yuan a day. I learned that my son was planning a wedding, walked more than ten miles, and sent 200 yuan. After the money arrived, he did not sit down or take a sip of water, and immediately returned to work.
To say that the most indebted, must be the father, in the author settled in Wuhan, originally thought that he could still pick up his parents to play in the mountains and enjoy life, but because of high blood pressure and stroke, he eventually died in a foreign land.
The love of parents is usually obscure, they do not ask for too much in return, but throughout their lives with the greatest ability to help their children through difficulties, hoping that their lives can be better.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="99" >04 Hometown is a distant place to go back</h1>
I know that there is a question like this above: "When people reach middle age, why do they miss their hometown more and more?" ”
A close friend replied: "Fallen leaves return to the roots."
Just like Chen Yingsong's memories in "Toward the Bloom of a Flower", it is not only a record of the scenery, the food, the road traveled, and the people he has seen, but also a kind of attachment to his hometown that cannot go back. He wrote down this memory in words, which shows his longing for his hometown.
Wu Zongguo, a professor at Peking University, said: "Homesickness, this nostalgia is a very great force. ”
Indeed, it is better to love the soil of the hometown than to love the ten thousand and two gold of the other place.
The picture comes from the movie "Four Springs"!