I have told my husband countless times that when the children are old and we are old, we will go home. Build a quadrangle by the mountain, plant peach trees, pear trees, apricot trees and pomegranate begonia in the yard, plant flowers and plants in the yard, raise a few chickens and ducks, listen to the flowing water of Yanhe River in the morning, read and write under the grape trellis in the yard at dusk, and go up the mountain to shoot rabbits and pheasants when you are free in winter. At home, I will roll warm millet porridge on the heatable kang in the cave, and smoke from the kitchen will curl around the village waiting for you to go home. My husband always smiles and says that everyone is looking forward to living in a tall building. You are very well, looking forward to going home and living in a cave.
In fact, this homesickness has been haunting me for so many years.
I remember when I first came to this strange city thousands of miles away, I was still in good health. I love watching news broadcast and weather forecast every night. I go to bed after watching the weather forecast. Every time I watch the weather forecast, I always tell everyone that Yan 'an is going to cool down, or it will rain. After a long time, we all remained silent. He seems to be talking to himself and talking to himself again. I don't find it funny. Now think about it, at that time, the traffic network was underdeveloped, and only the weather forecast after the central news broadcast, you can see the kind word "Yan 'an" every day, from which you can see some information about your hometown.
I/kloc-joined the army and left my hometown when I was 0/3 years old. I said with a smile, my second hobby is watching the weather forecast. My second mother said that his biggest hobby is going home. I didn't say anything at work this morning. After work, I simply cleaned up and said that he had gone home, so I left by myself, and his salary was thrown on the way home. We all laughed and disagreed. Now, my husband has said several times that I lost his car when I went home, and all the money was contributed to road traffic. Every holiday is the most homesick time, so I am most afraid of holidays, and my heart is empty and there is nowhere to put it. That distant home is always so kind, so kind, so charming, so full of temptation. There is a big pagoda tree in front of the mountain, and a stream in front of the water wraps around the village like a belt, and there are fragrant beans, Qian Qian rice soup, golden oil cakes and steamed bread, which make people want to rush to her side and jump into her arms for no reason. The local accent is so beautiful that it is better than any music. The warmth and comfort of returning home is the comfort from head to toe, and it is a happy package from the heart to the outside.
So after coming out for so many years, I have never settled down at home and am always ready to go home. So, I have been renting a house. The bed is an old-fashioned iron bed when the eldest brother got married for him, and the cabinet is an old cabinet that the eldest brother and sisters don't use. Just buy a few simple cookers to meet the living expenses, and it will be more than ten years. I also bought a cheap black and white TV. When my daughter was three or four years old, she always ran to her neighbor's house. She said her neighbor's color TV is very good. Once, her skinny daughter stood in front of the TV with a brick, pouting, frowning and panting, which made her look angry. I quickly asked who annoyed you. She said that my neighbor's aunt and uncle said that I was reluctant to buy a color TV. If she smashed the TV with bricks, I would buy a big color TV. I held my daughter in my arms, and I couldn't tell the taste in my heart. My daughter is studying in a technical secondary school in Shandong province, and she can go home when she is close to home on holidays, while foreign students in Xinjiang, Gansu and Heilongjiang can only go home on holidays when they are young. On one occasion, my daughter said in a low voice on the phone that my mother and classmates wanted to come to our house to play with me, but our house was very messy and old. I suddenly realized that I only thought about my childhood home, but forgot to give my daughter a home that would make me proud and infinitely warm. So I quickly bought a house and set up furniture, but it was as simple and applicable as possible. I told my daughter that when I returned to Yan 'an, I would use the best and most fashionable decoration and buy the best and most fashionable furniture to make that home warm, warm, luxurious and fashionable. That's where I finally settled down in my life, and that's when my heart fell to the ground.
My daughter once retorted that there is nothing good about that poor ravine, and you care so much. The first time I was angry with my daughter, it was in your own house. Don't you say that! The daughter said innocently, she said she was born and raised in Shandong. Why did she say she was from Yan 'an? I said that because your roots are in Yan 'an, you are from Yan 'an everywhere you go!
I am a sophomore 17 paralyzed in bed. He doesn't like to talk, but when he talks about his hometown, he never stops talking. In the last two years when he was seriously ill, he was seriously ill, shouting to turn on the light during the day and turning on the TV again and again at night. When we went back to see him, we didn't even know him, sometimes even our only grandson, but when we asked him, "Where are you from?" "Maji River", he replied almost without thinking. Ask her, "Do you want to go home?" "Yes!" . Reminded by us, we quarreled like children for many days to go home. We went to see him the day before he died. He was speechless and asked him with almost no expression. Sometimes when he is awake, he just nods and shakes his head. I asked him, "Do you want to go home?" He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at my husband and me and nodded. Husband said, do you want to go back or not? He has been brewing for a long time, and a low hoarse voice "come back!" " Tears welled up in my eyes and my husband wiped them away. I know that only we vagrants miss that distant homeland day and night, which hurts.
Great changes have taken place in my hometown in recent years. Every family in the countryside has a telephone. If I miss my parents, I can call. If I miss my parents, I can make a video, so I won't go home often. Mom came back and said that in the countryside now, every village is paved with asphalt. Every household uses tap water, so dad doesn't have to carry water anymore. In the regional control plan of the Yellow River, trees have been planted on the mountain, and there is not much land to plant. Now that all the fruit trees have borne fruit, I have left you apples to eat at home. I remember the first news that there was a train in Yan 'an, so I hurried home. The street has completely changed, and I can't find the way home in my memory. The shops on both sides of the street are bustling, as if rows of skyscrapers had sprung up overnight. The children shouted: Mom! There are two floors of buses in Yan 'an! The streets are full of traffic and pedestrians, so they are very busy. Looking up, Baota shan is green and magnificent, and many pavilions have been built. The road home is wide and straight. I remember that I had to make seven or eight big turns when I went to Yan 'an, and I got carsick as soon as I got on the bus. Looking all the way, the mountains are green, just after a rain, white clouds are floating in the sky, and my daughter keeps taking pictures with her camera and says, mom, my hometown is as blue and clear as the sky in Yunnan and Guizhou. Remember to take the dirt road every time you go home. The daughter said, mom, shall we take a taxi? I said, where is it? Go well. Later, when I got home, I called my brother, brother-in-law and nephew to pick them up on four or five motorcycles. The husband said, oh, what a spectacular motorcycle team! Now we take a taxi to the door, the children in the village also go to kindergarten, and the school bus drives to the door to meet them. New caves have been built in the village, with double glass windows, and the rooms are newly decorated as the existing buildings. On the way back from Yan 'an Revolutionary Memorial Hall and Zaoyuan, the child suddenly said, Mom, let's buy a suite in Yan 'an. The students were envious when they saw the photos she sent, saying that Yan 'an is really beautiful!
One morning, I heard some old ladies chatting in the park. Someone is asking an old lady with a northern Shaanxi accent, "Where have you been recently?" The old lady in northern Shaanxi said, "Go back to my hometown." "Back to yanan? Yan' an is so poor! " The old aunt in northern Shaanxi raised her voice and said, "Who said that? Yan 'an is like a little Hong Kong now! You should all go to Yan 'an! ".I couldn't help laughing.
Yes, Yan 'an is like little Hong Kong. There are many appropriate metaphors. I suddenly have an impulse to rush up and hug her. We Yan 'an people keep pace with the times and take vigorous steps. How can we prove immortal legends step by step with determination and perseverance?
Some people say that everyone's life is on the way home, no matter where you are, your heart and soul are on the way home!
Yan 'an, my hometown, you have always been in my heart, and I have been on my way home.