Text/Li Nanjiacuo
The book says: The more places a person has been, the more he knows what he wants.
I have not been to many places, but every time I go there I will feel it with my heart, walk on the paths that have left many footprints, blow the refreshing breeze, or... Go and see the ancient footprints left by the polishing of time in every place. It exudes the atmosphere of the times and tells many stories, waiting for people to discover the past that should not be forgotten...
Village Not big, it has raised me for 21 years. During these 21 years, my pace seems to be too hasty, and I have not been able to fully appreciate my village. Under the silent changes over time, Even the young sapling in the village has grown taller than me. Now, when I want to stop and take a good look at her face, I begin to realize that the village I care about is getting older, and at the same time, she is also fading away...
The year I was born From the beginning, I became a child in the village. I saw the little boy discussing how to climb the tree under the shade of the tree. I saw the cute girl washing clothes with her mother by the river. She was wearing a plain white gauze skirt and was clean. The clean color and innocent eyes, the grandfather of the Dong family greeted the old people to play cards, and the grandma of the Xi family prepared the meal again and responded enthusiastically to the passing aunts to try it. In these years, life has always passed so fast, as if The little girl who was scared to tears by the little cat in the alley yesterday became a steady and tall girl after sleeping. The beards of the grandfathers turned white as soon as they touched the cards, and the grandmothers praised each other for their daughters-in-law. In the blink of an eye, their grandchildren went to college. Of course, the village and the people grew up together and grew old together. The once " "Small grassland" is now overgrown with weeds and has become an abandoned wasteland. It tells the story of the changes over the years, silently lowering its proud head.
As the years pass by, more and more people want to find a quiet and indifferent place to live. Even if they don’t chop wood to feed the horses, they can just sit and watch the flowers bloom in the four seasons and watch the clouds quietly. The breeze is gentle, and the days are flowing slowly in this clear time. The city starts a new day every day in the hustle and bustle, and does not give the majority of young people any leisure time. The city has made progress while you are taking a nap. You dare not slow down because you have no car, no house, and no deposit. , some are just tired and unwilling to forget the ambition. The city is forcing us to grow up so that we can have the ability and qualifications to look to a higher level. Silently working hard at a powerless age seems to be the right way. Standing on the busy street, The huge pressure also wants you to stop, but you still lift up your heavy steps, collect your emotions, and try to squeeze out a big smile and start again. After all, everything around you is moving forward. Be careful of being eliminated by the city at that age. We don’t want to be eliminated prematurely. However, there is a place that doesn't care if you are late or leave early. As long as you come, you belong to yourself, and you don't have to worry about the noise or rush. This is my village, it is always so peaceful, and the slow-paced life is so comfortable and comfortable. Go and get close to nature, smell the smell of the soil after the rain, run wildly in the mountains, and use the pen in your hand. Record your mood and insights. The alley is quiet and peaceful everywhere, giving people who have come from afar a feeling of being at home. When you step on a dirt road, you don't care whether the dust stains your shoes. You just want to indulge without restraint. Your things, you will be surprised to find that you have not been so comfortable for a long time, life is so lovely, and you are more worthy of being pampered by life. Staying or stopping is especially valuable. Say goodbye to everything in the city, and you suddenly want to experience it. The ancient people's feelings of seclusion are as free as Tao Yuanming's return to the countryside, "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountains", and as happy as "a square house with more than ten acres and eight or nine thatched houses". It's as comfortable as Wang Wei's experience of "the wind blowing the pine trees, and the moon shining on the mountain playing the harp". It's as free as Zhou Mi's "envying his two butterflies for nothing, being drunk on the wild grass and flowers in the east wind". "Rolling up the curtain and facing the mountain" is so sentimental. This state attracts us all the time. What a temptation.
He left the village to study and go to school. Over the years, he has also been missing each of our children who left home. He is waiting, waiting for the children he misses to return home in fine clothes so that he can hold him in his arms again. The wheat inside poked its green head out, and in a flash there were golden ears of rice. It lowered its head humbly, and the crops had a good harvest again, but the children who left home have not come back yet, and the trees on the mountain are also green one after another. Stubble, fallen leaves, new sprouts sprouted, the person who left home finally came back, his face was thin, his mother held her hands and caressed her heartily, the father beside him silently cooked the pork that he had slaughtered the year before, this is Parents want to leave the best to their children. This is a village that will be ignored by wanderers from afar as they grow older.
I have forgotten how long it has been. I have forgotten the "paradise" I often visited in my childhood. I am no longer curious about lying next to the cows and watching them eat grass. I don't want to listen to the old man who has no children anymore. Interesting story, time has taken away our innocence, leaving the village alone to guard the past. The snowman piled up can no longer find its approximate location. The scattered snowmen are the most beautiful memories engraved by time. When a person's years are like a wilderness When it's too open, he can't take care of himself.
Today, standing by the river that I was afraid of approaching, my eyes are red. The village in the distance maintains its reality, but as we have grown up, we have not had time to seriously approach it. Listening to it, you will understand that days are like running water in front of you and cannot be traced back. There are no children playing in the fields, and the birds in the trees no longer have to worry about troublemakers bullying them. The village is surrounded by mountains, like a warrior carrying a sword to protect his beloved girl. Yes, my existence has grown old and gone far away. The feelings between us are sometimes strong and sometimes weak. It is so strong that it witnessed my youth and youth, but it is so weak that I forget that it was also young. I don’t know at that moment when it is old. Gone, it stopped and waited for the child behind it. In the end, we couldn't keep it.
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