My impression of hometown is vague and somewhat hazy, but it is also what I miss most.
My hometown is my birthplace.
From school to work, whenever I fill in any form, I always fill in the column of my native place neatly according to the model drafted by my father: Penglai, Shandong Province. Do not forget the fundamental strengthening for decades, stone carvings are generally carved in my heart, let me remember my hometown. My birthplace is Jiamusi, the small town where I settled down for the first time since I was born.
Generally speaking, this is actually a fallacy.
I was born in a small village called Chen Jiagang in Bayan Township, an ancient city. Because when I was born, my parents worked in Jiamusi, and my mother went back to my grandmother specifically to give birth to me, hoping to get some care. It is said that I was delivered by an old woman in my grandfather's family who I called the second grandmother. At that time, a big white and fat boy was born and was very lovable. As soon as his grandfather saw him, he solemnly predicted that he would cover his ears and either ride a horse or ride a sedan chair. The simple sustenance carries the hope of a large family surnamed Chen.
Not long after my mother gave birth to me because of work, she returned to the city with me who was still nursing. It was the first time I left my hometown.
My father was smart and knowledgeable. After graduating from the business school, he started as a clerk, and at the age of 23, he was promoted to be the section chief of a department of Hejiang special agency. My father is famous for his pen and ink and is loved by the leaders. But my father was honest by nature and could not see the grievances of the world. In the end, he was branded as a Rightist because of his conviction, and was sent to the countryside after two years of forced reform through labour, completely ruining his bright future.
The halo of the city is gone, and the simple and heavy family friendship in the countryside makes the parents resolutely give up the transfer of labor relations and return to the north bank of the Songhua River.
Since then, like any doll in the countryside, I have been babbling in a large group of grandfathers, uncles, uncles and aunts until they are old enough to go to school. Wild children and their friends usually go to the trees to dig birds, fish in the river, pick flowers on the hillside, hack and kill in the ruins, and still hang around in my grandfather's melon field from time to time.
The most exciting part is in late summer and early autumn. Barefoot, smelling the fragrance of wheat straw, holding the cage woven with wheat straw, listening to the chirp of the green belly in the cage, running, chasing, carefree, unrestrained, happily looking forward to a better future
Thirsty, hold a handful of cool entrance by the stream, sweet, soak in the bottom of my heart; hungry, eat a few ears of grandpa roasted tender corn, chewing more and more delicious; when naughty, sneak into the old grandfather's watermelon field and eat a mess; sleepy, snuggled up in the melon shack, the breeze gently caresses my sleep.
For me, it was a childhood paradise!
It was a misty late autumn morning when I left my hometown again when I was fifteen or sixteen years old. In the swishing cold wind, my father led my sister and me, carrying simple parcels, took a carriage to the city, rushed to the port by the river, and took the boat to the east. In Xiajiang, my father found us a new habitat.
When everything was in order, the mother brought her son and daughter to come for the reunion. With this departure, they have been away from their hometown for more than 30 years and met each other twice.
When I returned to my hometown three years ago, after getting drunk, I walked in the night of my hometown village, which had changed from the old to the new.
My hometown has changed, and it is no longer a thatched cottage or dirt road. After being rich, the countryside becomes more beautiful. In my eyes, the beauty of hometown lies in the harmony between man and nature, and in the simple culture and original ecology. Walking through the countryside full of primitive artistic conception, it is as if you are in a thick and light landscape painting. In the distance, the outline of Castle Peak, such as Dai, near, the charm of the old trees and the light shadow in the neighboring cottage, let you feel the quiet and tranquil beauty of the village everywhere. Breathing fresh air, you will smell the rich layers of green grass and wheat, as well as the smell of soybean stalks and corn stalks, feeling energetic and energetic.
The night was light and the moonlight was elegant and bright.
Back indoors, looking at the lonely distance is still dim lights, Xu Feng is still the same. Tonight's hometown, as I used to live here, is still breezy and full of frogs.
I often miss the moon under the moon, and the landscape of my hometown is drunk.
The innocence of childhood, the ignorance of the youth, the ambition of the youth, the simple and tranquil life scenes of the villagers, and the thoughts and concerns far from their hometown will always be the treasures of the memories stored in my mind.
The night is getting late, the cool wind is blowing gently, and my hometown has fallen asleep.
I wait under the bright moon. Waiting for the folk songs of her hometown to come, because she has green gauze wings; waiting for the river melody of her hometown, because she has clear wings; waiting for the sweet dreams of the villagers, because they have a happy vision and a free and tranquil sky.
I believe that after the sun rises tomorrow, there will be more beautiful expectations come true.
Author: look at the sky and clouds
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