Author: Zhao Yanming
My mother told me that there are dragons and rains, phoenixes and sunrises, and there must be treasures where dragons and phoenixes dance. Good-hearted people can watch dragon and phoenix dances. My mother said that because she wanted me to be good since I was a child, cultivate my self-cultivation, be good at writing books, and hope that I would have a sky in the treasure land where dragons and phoenixes are flying.
Sometimes I have dreams like that. At the foot of Lushan Mountain, there are endless temples, magnificent wall tiles and bustling crowds. I am excited to follow everyone, and I am wandering with friends and classmates in a foreign land for many happy days. I often have such homesick dreams that I dare not open my eyes after waking up for a long time. I am still immersed in the picture of my hometown and continue to unfold along my thoughts.
The taste of homesickness is too painful. Wash your face with cold water and warm your stomach with gruel. Then, after all kinds of beautiful mornings, you can drag the thoughts derived from your dreams back to the same day and continue to stand on the podium and talk about the continuity and discontinuity of Kan Kan's infinite variables. My hometown is engraved in my bones. Puwei is everywhere, and there is running water everywhere. At the moment when the breeze blows, there will always be dense plants on both sides of shenshan railway, which are light green for a while and gray-green for a while, but I don't know what those companions and classmates are doing.
It suddenly occurred to me that I had a pool of water in which Puwei had just been planted. There are too many Puwei in my hometown, and its most beautiful light green has been engraved in my heart. From Daling River to Daliao River, the endless delta and the endless wetland not only put my hometown in it, but also put the four seasons of my hometown together, which reminds me of the word in the Book of Songs.
In addition to calluses, it is Puwei, which flows out of Lingshui, crosses the Shahe River, and then enters the sea with Dongsha Xisha, creating the largest reed pond in the world, quietly embedded in the northernmost coastline of China. The huge green lungs made me feel the beauty of my hometown and the green throb in my heart. That's what I cherish deeply, and it's also affectionate. It injects love and aestheticism into me and conveys the power of dedication, with no regrets.
In the west of Qiancun, the head of the household is Zhao Hongmian. There is a small river ditch in the west of his home, with dense reeds and "water rushing" among the reeds. Small fish with infinite vitality swim freely in it, attracting storks and herons, attracting countless reed warblers, sticking to his fireworks, and doing all kinds of agility with him and us in harmony. Fishing there, shrimp fishing there, following the trail of mussels and crabs there, I found the world of mortals.
Later, his stepson, Sun Guangjie, moved seven or eight households to the west of his house, and a wangqu canal water was connected with it from the back of the house, a small pond and an east-west ditch, and a small pasture in the village was connected with reeds. The small river ditch in front of and behind the house, with green reeds, has been connected with the carefree river, has been connected with the Xishahe River, and has been extended to the seaside.
At that time, in my hometown, hundreds of families were involved. At that time, people didn't need to reciprocate or say thank you. They felt a lot of love, helped me and gave me a hand. As long as they are villagers, they are relatives everywhere. I remember that year's Shahebao, that year's Qingyuan or Caoshi, that year's Yangtun, and that night's Lijiapu, river diggers, sand diggers, mowers, boat catchers, market people, Xiadian people, mountain diggers and Tang Wei. When did you stop helping each other? Kiss green and love the people in your hometown.
Homesickness, homesickness, homesickness are all engraved in the bones. Whether you leave or return, it is difficult to give up the omnipresent profoundness. I remember when reading, the Chinese teacher recited Peacock Flying Southeast to us. "You are a rock, my concubine is Pu Wei, and Pu Wei is as tough as silk, and the rock cannot be moved." Lushan Mountain and Panjin Great Weitang are full of bends, towering mountains and winding water.
There are fishing boats singing late in my hometown, there are thousands of rice waves in my hometown, and there is a lush scene. The white dew is like frost and it is practical and fragrant. I hope there is an old teahouse swaying in Liaohe River like Jiangnan. In fact, what I want most, the wanderer in my hometown, is also full of gentle evening breeze, holding a ray of moonlight swaying, leaving a local accent to touch my heart. No matter when I travel north and south, no matter how dusty I am, no matter when and where, I will never fade away the lush green, the harmony between heaven and earth by the river, and the heavy homesickness.
I remember the old man in the village said that there were young people in the village who were caught by the devil. His father said with a bowl of wine that the old and young in my hometown are your lives. I would rather die on iron than live on firewood. Iron is a bullet, wood is a punishment, and giving up one's life for justice is the truth. The villagers can get there in a word. The elders in the village can use the tenacity of reeds to turn into rocks, and the tragic picture is also engraved in the smoke at that time.
When I leave my hometown, I miss my parents most, and then everything in my hometown. People only understand when they are far away from home. It turns out that chickens, dogs, frogs and cicadas in my hometown are all songs. Every mountain, stone, grass, tree, person and thing in my hometown are feelings. Mother's nagging is full of warm feelings, and father's silence is full of silent love. No matter whether my hometown is full of tall buildings or Ma Pingchuan, my hometown will always be the most beautiful scenery source in my heart, including sailboats coming from the river at that time, including fishing and drying nets at that time. People dragged nets in the river one by one, laboriously carried fish baskets one by one, stepped on the muddy river, carried baskets of fish, shrimps and crabs to the dam, and then carried them home to eat fish. Come and get it.
Although I haven't been to Nanguo Village and Shahezi for many years, some vague Zhubaitun, some vague Lujia and Liutun, some vague Donghuangdian, some vague Santaizi, some vague fishing boats and nets have been replaced by "rubber boats", and there are all kinds of new grazing and breeding. Rice fields have become crab fields, fish ponds have become shrimp ponds, water is everywhere, and there is a land of fish and rice everywhere. I want to eat fish and crabs again, more than before. People in those villages, all those with affection and hometown feelings, will immediately think of their mother, as well as mellow dishes and familiar playmates, all in the twilight, calling for the wanderer to return as soon as possible.
Mother's words and villagers' greetings have merged into the blue sky and green land of Puwei and the clouds on the Xisha River embankment. The border paddy fields are connected by buildings, all the way to the big reed pond and all the way to the seaside, with vast wetlands, blue sky, Bibipu Wai, Bibi River, crows and dogs.
He Miaomiao's hometown is just a point in the vast wetland, but it also highlights the customs in that area. Where is that gentleman? Puwei is densely covered, crab fields are continuous, shrimp ponds are numerous, and Longxing is a five-color city. A good life has long been wedged into the feelings of "evil", evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth become one can we break with you. There is only one life and only one hometown. You should be like a rock, and your concubine should be like a tough silk, so as to strengthen your hometown. The other side of the water, the warmth in silence, the pervasion in green, and the harmonious people and feelings between heaven and earth can be spread out at any time. That's our hometown.