I leaned down, gently holding a handful of black soil in my hometown and staring for a long time. I couldn't help holding my hand tightly, as if I had found another me twenty-seven years ago.
At this time, the frequency of the heartbeat and the smell of this black land are inseparable, and long-lost tears flow from my eyes.
This magical black soil, this black soil that is darker than night, this black soil that exudes maternal breath, I hold you tight again, like a baby trying to suck its mother's breast.
Black land, you have nurtured thousands of children in Qian Qian with sweet milk.
On the one hand, it is black land, on the other hand, it is the prosperity of culture. The two of them are in full bloom in the fields or farmyard. If you implant the birthmark of dialect slang with black soil flavor into the wanderer's body, no matter where you go or farther away, you can't get rid of your concern after all.
Yellow land
With that homesickness complex, I bid farewell to the black land, and I walked into this yellow land connected with the black land and into the hometown of my ancestors.
It turns out that people on the yellow land and people on the black land are blood-related relatives after all. If a black soil falls on this yellow land, suddenly, I on the black land will become the' I' on the yellow land, just like Nirvana.
Facing the loess and facing the sky has become history. Instead, modern agricultural machinery shuttles on the yellow and green yellow land.
I unconsciously turned into a drop of Yellow River water and ran all the way to the sea. Coastal cities change with each passing day. The hardships of fishermen have become stories of people's leisure time. Fishing port pier, fishery motor boats bathed in the morning sun, motors roared, red flags hunted, waiting for a long voyage.
The Yellow River, Loess and Yellow Peel, these simple national symbols, the birthplace of Chinese civilization, have changed for 5,000 years. The only thing that remains unchanged is your tenacity, courage and perseverance. Liuqin Opera sublimated the sweetness of sweet potatoes in the old man's smoking pot wrapped in a white headscarf, and the aunts dancing in the square dance smiled in the beautiful music.
Suddenly, I forgot myself and my previous life. Do I belong to black land or yellow land? I asked the yellow land under my feet, and the yellow land stared at me, but was silent. I believe my love is not as bright as fireflies, but it is enough to warm a dusty heart.
In my limited life, I deeply love the black land and yellow land that raised me.