"Prose" Nostalgia Text/Wen Xiaohong

One day at the end of October, I returned to the countryside, just in the middle of the night.

The courtyard in late autumn is a ruined leaf, facing a decadent situation in late autumn, but I can't fall into the sadness of parting in an autumn, I think of my father who passed away, I think of my big sister who left...

Yes, in this extremely ordinary courtyard, I have left a beautiful memory, and also witnessed my sad parting!

For this reason, this small courtyard in the countryside has become a special complex in my life, no matter where I am, this place is always in my line of sight!

The years are hurried, a flash, people are about middle-aged, wandering in the countryside for decades, and when stepping into this ancient land, a long-lost nostalgia arises spontaneously.

Next to the old well in the yard, there grows a big poplar village, the ring of the year is a few years younger, I remember when my father carried it, at that time, the father carried back a few bare poplars from the team, planted in the yard, only one tree survived, it can be said, like another son of the father, guarding the courtyard in the countryside, the canopy is very large, almost covering more than half of the courtyard, and there are two magpie nests on the trees, which are the happy cradles of the birds.

Seeing me suddenly appear, my mother was a little surprised, and said casually: I said that this early morning magpies were chirping in the trees early in the morning, and it turned out to be the good news...

It is said that the magpie is a bird of annunciation, which is really a bit spiritual, I listened to my mother continue to say, into the house, the mother said while making tea, and when I saw the mother's busy back, I was very uncomfortable, my mother did not blame me, but after listening to my mother's words, I was really ashamed, because I did not go back to the countryside to visit my mother for many days.

It is nearly late autumn, and the slightest cool breeze has passed, making this late autumn courtyard a little more silent!

When my mother returned to the house to cook, I used to sit in the sun in the courtyard, letting the breeze and memories fly together.

The sunlight shines down from the falling canopy, making this small courtyard appear much larger, and the bright sun shines under the green grass of the courtyard, which still makes me feel a little moved. I was thinking that the original sunshine is not only in the spring, but actually in the heart of a person's open heart!

Late autumn returns home, and sorrow and joy depend on each other.

The playmate is middle-aged, and the homeland is still cordial.

The years took turns, and I was not yesterday.

The blue birds are singing, and the past is a remembrance.

The wind of falling leaves drifts to zero, and the heart hides autumn loneliness.

There are not many people in the world, and the years are sad and happy.

This poem is when I was in the countryside, looking back at the past, the years of my hometown, and the days when I left my hometown and drifted, became fragments. As for the words in the countryside, I mostly got them from my mother and sister, and now in the countryside, my mother has told them one by one as before, although it is an insignificant matter, I still listen carefully, because I know that my mother, who is nearly seventy years old, most of her life depends on memories.

People are on the way, half yesterday, half today. Regarding the words in the countryside, I have also written a lot, every time I return to my hometown, I have to write a little text, although it is a record of life, but my hometown mood is sorted out!

Now, it is late autumn again, and the words of this hometown have walked through my fingertips, once again warming my mood and warming my loneliness!

2021.10.28

About the author: Wen Xiaohong, Shanxi Changzhiren, working in Changzhi Shangdang Secondary Vocational School, lecturer, screen name mostly used for pedestrians, Wen Xiaohongzhu, Changzhi pedestrians, etc., I love literature, mainly write prose and poetry, literary works are mainly scattered in China Writers Network, Red Sleeve Tianxiang, Jiangshan Literature, Prose Online, Yang Liu'an, China Poetry Network and other major websites and Qilu literature, education and teaching research and other publications, of which a novel "Woman in the Rental House" is on the shelves of Red Sleeve Tianya, and is currently the deputy editor of the essay of Jiangshan Literature Tianya Column. Editorial and so on. Recording life with words is the principle of my creation, and the text is as you like, so stay tuned.