I was deeply impressed by the soil in my hometown. My uncle lives in a mountainous area, and he is just a native. After the reform and opening up, the mountainous areas have also been connected with simple highways, and my uncle's eyes have gradually extended outward, but from beginning to end there is a spirit of attachment to the soil he raised. There are many wild fruit trees outside my uncle's house. When the fruit is ripe in autumn, my uncle always picks some for his children and the children in the neighborhood. The mountainous area is dry, and water is more precious than life. Adults and children just pick a fruit, wipe it with a handkerchief and enjoy it. It's not that they don't pay attention to hygiene, but the harsh natural environment makes them have to do so. Take my uncle's seemingly casual sentence: What's wrong with being a little rustic? Can't you eat it after wiping? ! Didn't people grow up on dirt?
Yes! As human beings, we didn't grow up on the soil, so why should we hate the soil, the soil that we live and raise ourselves? ! Isn't the yearning of hundreds of millions of compatriots on both sides of the strait just a handful of hometown?
I like dirt, especially in my hometown.
Every time I go to my uncle's house, when I leave, my aunt always gives me their local products. In others' eyes, it's just a bunch of humble fields and ugly potatoes with some dirt. Every time, I am happy to accept these gifts that are common in the eyes of others. But it is these ordinary things that let me see a noble spirit about the earth: selfless and thorough dedication to myself!
The dedication of 900 million farmers who work day and night in the soil like my uncle. Let me know that God didn't give them much, just a piece of soil, but they created a vast world for us and what others wanted. This is the charm of soil:
A resolute and tenacious spirit, persistent and tenacious belief.
Growing up, in my heart, my uncle is not a rustic mountaineer, but a clanking man shaped by the soil of my hometown. He worked hard in the scorching sun and sweated in the dusk, which created the foundation of our life, but put himself into hardship.
Whenever I miss my hometown, I always think of him and people who work hard day and night in the soil of my hometown like him.
Because he is a handful of hometown soil, spread on the road in front of us, let us go further and higher!
[Author: Dong Shuyu]