Once upon a time, our ancestors kept the soil as their foundation, used plowshares to open up wasteland, and sow hope in this land where no stranger has ever stepped. At that time, we, the sons of farmers, walked out of our homes for various reasons and never wanted to look back. We worked hard to lose the earthy color on our bodies and dreamed of changing our status to "city dwellers".
I am no exception. My mud-legged legs shuttle back and forth on the construction sites in the city, pursuing a far-fetched pursuit. In my limited memory, there are always many most beautiful words used to describe the city’s vicissitudes of life. The dreamlike romance and the brilliance have become dreams that millions of migrant workers have had again and again. .
We are crowded in this modern city, holding our breath. There are avant-garde trends and high-rise buildings everywhere, but we always feel that although the world is peaceful, there is noisy everywhere, which makes us even more confused. This land.
We walked into this city, but we couldn’t integrate into it, let alone understand it. People’s hearts were so alienated. The road we trekked was covered with silk nets, torturing our childish and simple fantasies, so that our hearts had nowhere to settle. Too many tears and melancholy are condensed in old memories. Living in the city, my roots have always been exposed on the hard concrete ground, and I can't find the soil to survive. A kind of loneliness always belongs to us, the sons of farmers.
Looking back, there will always be a special atmosphere of the country: come back, your hometown is the best destination for you. Traveling in this floating world, tranquility is already a luxury, and how many city dwellers yearn for that tranquil pastoral life. Sometimes, we are also confused. Compared with city dwellers who are far away from nature, who is luckier? Compared with our material possessions, which one is more like having nothing, the city people’s lack of spiritual pursuits?
Perhaps, today’s hometown is far from the hometown in the past. The natural green mountains and green waters make us eager to interact with it when we return, and write our stories on this simple and beautiful land. youth. Once upon a time, we experienced modern civilization and were immersed in urban civilization, which made us deeply realize that cities and villages actually have many similarities. It's just that we stand at different ends and observe from different angles. .
Walking on the small road in my hometown in the warm winter sun, there is still full of vitality everywhere. The colors of my hometown float into my eyes and shine through my whole body like clouds. Perhaps here, we can really plant and nurture our emotions. , let the sprouting dreams climb up the giant trees in the sky along the withered vines. This pure land is a corner far away from the city. We, the returning children, fall into the embrace of our hometown and walk into the warm fairy tale.
Walking under this high sky and vast universe, the soul is also released from the imprisonment, and gains the freedom after enlightenment. It blends with nature, unrestrainedly expresses its love between heaven and earth, and lets the heart become free and gallop to the eight extremes. , as far as the eye can see. Those primitive landscapes are really another form of dreamland. The feelings of the folks and the country are another kind of mood besides the monotonous and dull life. Time in my hometown is always leisurely and calm, with a moist and leisurely temperament, coupled with the rough and simple life, which makes people intoxicated and can't bear to say goodbye again.
When you walk back to your hometown, no matter what kind of scenery it is, it will make people dazzled and yearn for it. There is no hustle and bustle here, just clear and bright natural beauty. No matter how far you go, it will always be waiting quietly at this end. For those of us farmers who work hard outside, our hometown is the wet fragrance of nephrite, which always allows us to appreciate what happiness is.
Nowadays, there is another group of people who were born and grew up in the city, but they have embedded their dreams in the countryside. A new vitality and a new vitality are boiling in their hearts like giant dragons. They are using their enthusiasm to wake up the vast earth, and they are using their golden hearts to change every night and day in the long years. They want to use a magical pen to outline the agility of the countryside and reflect the harmonious unity of natural life.
：Heaven and earth coexist with me, and all things are one with me." With a supreme state that conforms to the development of nature, we can purify the tired souls of people in the secular world. Here, people use a leisurely attitude towards life. , interpreting the simplest philosophy of life: everything in the world is born and exists according to the Tao.
Sometimes I think about what people are pursuing in this life and what kind of life they are. What is happiness? Looking at the houses in my hometown, with courtyards connected to each other, the whole village is as peaceful as the peach garden in Tao Yuanming's paintings. My hometown seems to be a real scene taken from a painting. Walking on the ridge, life is full of joy. We are so loved, the earth under our feet is still solid, and the sky above us is still blue. It turns out that happiness is as bright as the sun.
Our hometown is still silent today, but deep in our hearts. In a soft corner, this name was deeply remembered. Standing in the silence outside the bustling city, I saw the smiles of the villagers like the spring breeze. From this, I silently made a good wish. : God bless my hometown, God bless the folks.
My hometown, the land that raised my ancestors for generations, has such a "quiet" atmosphere that has soaked us all over. How many times we look back, how many reincarnations, and countless throbs in our hearts, how can we be willing to escape?
My hometown has a kind of simple beauty. There is no artificial carving here, and there is no worldly interference. For many years, it has been natural and peaceful, enjoying its own comfortable beauty in a peaceful world. It uses the color of life that does not change in the four seasons to summon the world that is long overdue for a holiday for the soul.
Yes, people should enjoy a simple and pure life most, just like my folks, placed in the mountains and wilderness, without worldly interruptions or luxury temptations, they just live simply for their beliefs, and they are strong without desires. This is a state, a purification of life, and a sublimation of the soul. The dreams of us returning children are all turned into a faint smoke here.
"What is nostalgia? Isn't it the creek and the flowers beside the creek? Isn't it the gorgeous fruit trees and the birds in the fruit trees? Isn't it the wide fields and fields? Isn’t it just the blue smoke and the comfort that comes with it? Isn’t it the ever-fresh and sweet old well and the reverie of the village girl by the well?” Suddenly I remembered what a writer said? Let’s just conclude this paragraph.