Hometown, what worries me most is the clear river in front of the door. From north to south, the river winds along many streams along the way, east or west. The sound of running water sends me to school every day and sleeps with me every night. The riverbed is cobblestone with rich colors, different shapes and sizes. Occasionally, there are big stones standing in the river or on the river bank. The shore is a small willow forest or beach. Some slightly fertile beaches are also covered with grass more than a foot high, which is extremely vital. Rivers, beaches, grass and willows are all inexhaustible memory paradise in my childhood. Throughout the year, the river changes its posture at the right time. From the torrent in spring to the ice and snow in winter, we can play endless tricks.
In my memory, the river in my hometown is the most beautiful river in the world. It has a clear river with no sundries in it; It has smooth and clean pebbles with no green moss on them. There are no weeds, annoying shrubs and human excrement on its shore. The river is clear, so you can drink it directly with your hands, take it home to cook, take a bath in summer and skate in winter.
The river has flowed into my veins, and my blood is still flowing. By the river, there are my laughter and my troubles; I have my childhood, my first love; There are my relatives and my hometown. How can I forget the river in my hometown?
In a sense, it can also be said that a hometown with a small river is a complete hometown. I can't imagine what my hometown would be like without a small river. Rivers are the eyes of hometown, and hometown is smart and lively because of rivers; Rivers are the blood of hometown, and hometown is full of vitality because of rivers; Rivers are the soul of hometown, and hometown is rich and enriched by rivers. Without the river, the hometown will lose its luster, blood color and aura, and it will be dim, pale, stiff and dull, so it is also incomplete and incomplete.
From the moment I left my hometown, I was doomed to miss this river endlessly in my early years. Every holiday, I can't wait to go back to my hometown and stay and play in this river. There are fewer and fewer opportunities to go back to my hometown, sometimes for a year or two, sometimes for three or five years, and sometimes for almost seven years. In fact, there was a chance to go back during this period, but I didn't take the bus back to my hometown in the end, and all this was because even if I went back to my hometown, I couldn't find the river. Instead of stepping on the land of my hometown and not seeing the river, I would rather not go back and continue to miss my distant hometown and the river.
One summer vacation about ten years ago, I returned to my hometown. Before the bus stops, I can't wait to see the river outside the window. The water in the river seems to have risen a little, so that cars are struggling to walk in the river. But the water in the river is still green in the middle, but it is dark black like ink on the side. People in my hometown say it originated from a newly opened coal mine nearby, and the water discharged from the mine channel flowed into the river. I seem to see the tears of injustice in the river, and suddenly I have an unspeakable anger. But I can't vent. This river is not my own. Even if it is my own, there is nothing I can do. It is said that the coal mine is owned by the government.
A few years later, I took my children back to my hometown. Along the way, I endlessly told the children who knew something about the river and told them about their extremely happy childhood by the river until the children expected it. Unexpectedly, when we saw this river, it looked like an old man with a terminal illness. The river is almost dry and the riverbed is dark. The crystal clear river and the loach swimming freely in the river have long since disappeared. The river beach, which used to have only stones, is now like a huge garbage dump. All kinds of discarded daily necessities, clothes, shoes and tools are thrown everywhere, and the packaging bags of all kinds of food are flying up and down with the wind. I really heard the moaning of the river, but there was nothing I could do. The child asked eagerly, has the river arrived? Where is the river? My heart is dropping rapidly and I can't say a word.
The last time I went back to my hometown was in the summer vacation seven years ago. I specially arranged for three days to see all the mountains and rivers in my hometown and visit all my relatives and friends in my hometown. I didn't see the shadow of the river until the bus pulled into the station. The old friend said, River? Isn't it? It's next to the expressway. It turns out that in recent years, the economy of my hometown has developed rapidly, and there are large and small coal mines everywhere in the gullies and depressions on both sides of the river, and all kinds of gold diggers flock. In order to transport these products and personnel, the government built a new road by the river, the hillside along the river was leveled, and the extra earth and stone buried the river. In addition, after the river completely dried up two years ago, many coking coal plants have sprung up on the beach, with thick smoke and dust flying all the way. No wonder I can't find the river? I can't find the river any more than I can find my hometown. I'm depressed and driven crazy.
Now, seven years later, I miss my hometown and the river day and night, but should I go back? This river is doomed to never see you again. Like an elderly relative of mine, he died a few years ago and disappeared from my life without a trace. And my hometown, under the waving of big wing when the economy took off, has long been unrecognizable. I can't find the river, so I can't find my hometown. I became a homeless person. I have no roots, no home. My soul can only wander around without direction. I went back, disappointed and lost; If I don't come back, I'll be crazy. I'm crazy.
The most painful thing in life is that you can't find your hometown when you stand on the land of your hometown. If a person's hometown is both his birthplace and his destination, what a perfect life it will be.
Without the river, my hometown has become my hometown that I can't go back.