I also want to say that I had to settle in another city far from my hometown when I was carrying the smoke from Mahu Village. There is no land there, but concrete land. People only pay attention to building high-rise buildings with their heads down, and are willing to build large squares on roads and streets, but ignore the transformation and governance of urban shanty towns and villages in the city. This has led to "icing on the cake" everywhere, and "sending charcoal in the snow" without charcoal. I can settle in this place for a living, but I can't take root.
15 years ago, when I first arrived in Kunshan, I was like a baby who had not been weaned, and I was full of love for my hometown of Shanxi. Looking up at the blue sky, you can see the white clouds on the horizon of your hometown; Close your eyes and listen, I can hear the wind in Taihang Canyon. I never compare Jiangsu with Shanxi, because there is no need to compare. In my mind, Shanxi is unparalleled in giving me life and raising my mother. Whenever and wherever someone asks me where I am from, I will not hesitate to answer that I am from Shanxi. Naturally, there are also temporary forgetfulness of hometown. How can we not? Life is changing every day, and the desire for material things drives people to run around. I am busy every day, and I forget where I am when I walk. After being busy, I woke up and missed returning to Mahu Village. When I miss you after being busy, I feel very comfortable and happy.
Whenever the Spring Festival approaches, I will try my best to buy a train ticket, and even if I am tired again, I will hurry home. How can you not go home for the New Year? If I don't go back on the 30th, grandma's three-inch golden lotus will definitely freeze on the snowdrift at the entrance of the village. Grandma is so stubborn at this time. She looked into the distance on crutches. Every time someone passes by on the road, she excitedly calls my birth name several times. If I don't go back, grandma will experience many disappointments in the cold wind! If I don't go back, she can't even eat the New Year's Eve dinner! More importantly, if I don't go back, what about the bag of delicious food in her apron pocket? As long as I can remember, as soon as I saw me, my grandmother's thin hands, like dead branches, rushed into her apron pocket to find out, either a few dried dates or a handful of fried melon seeds. Who will she give it to if I don't go back?
I went home during the Spring Festival last year, and I couldn't go back to work in Kunshan as planned because of the cancellation of heavy snow flights. I stayed in my hometown for three days and took the opportunity to get together with my classmates. I wanted to catch up, but the most interesting topic in the conversation was Kunshan, the city where I lived for a long time. The economic development, history and culture of Kunshan, Zhouzhuang, an ancient town, Peony Pavilion, a century-old snack, and Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs, which are famous at home and abroad, have all become the hottest topics on the wine table. Some people even unconsciously say "you Kunshan people" and "you Kunshan people" to me. In addition, it is also interesting to confirm a phenomenon: one side of the soil and water raises one side. In their eyes, I am gentle, fair-skinned and slim, all nourished by the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. However, the casual words of my classmates made me feel an unspeakable desolation instantly. I want to ask, where am I from? Growing up eating northern pasta, I have been carried away by northern culture for more than 20 years. I have the blood of Shanxi people in my body and speak authentic Shanxi dialect. In their eyes, I am from Jiangsu. ...
When I got home at night, my heart was still sour, because I was said to be from Jiangsu. Although he established a family in Kunshan, he is also known as the "New Kunshan Man". He has contributed his meager strength to the modernization of Kunshan day after day for fifteen years and is even more proud of its prosperity. But ... but what? But suddenly being talked about by friends with the same life and length, what I feel is actually an unspeakable grievance. It is reasonable to say that I initiated the party that day and should pay the bill. Unexpectedly, I was just about to take out my bag when someone stopped me: "You are a guest, how can I let you pay the bill?" It happened that my neighbor's little brother Wu grew up with me. After graduation in the same year, I went to Jiangnan, and he stayed in the county. On the first day of the new year, we visit each other with candy like children. I didn't expect Brother Xiao Wu to get closer and closer to me in recent years, but I became his "guest".
In the first month of my hometown, I woke up in the middle of the night. Firecrackers are ringing one after another in the ear, far away, near, single ring, double ring and string. However, the more lively and deserted, even the sadness of living in a foreign country is deserted.
Isn't it? I have to admit, how anxious I am in these three days when I should go but stay! According to the plan, on the first day of construction, the unit should organize a line patrol to pay New Year greetings to the frontline employees who stayed in the company during the Spring Festival. The next day, the first love action was held in spring, and volunteers were organized to visit the children in the city welfare home. In Kunshan, this is my job, they are my family, and they are the most difficult thing for me to give up. However, I called the airport again and again for advice, and all I got was waiting for the notice. The bus station was wrapped in heavy snow, and the stop sign on the screen of the electronic mobile phone at the gate was particularly desperate in the white ice and snow. Pedestrians in the street visit relatives and friends with gifts. They are talking and laughing and carefree, which has nothing to do with me and does not envy me. All my thoughts fly thousands of miles away. For the first time in more than ten years, I was surprised to find that Kunshan is so indispensable in my heart. Shanxi is like wine, the older it gets, the more fragrant it gets; Jiangsu is like tea and rice, one day is indispensable, but I have always refused to admit it.
The roots of blood are rooted in Shanxi, and the flowers of dreams are blooming in Jiangsu, which makes my heart uneasy no matter where I am. Looking back on the road, I just went from one hometown to another, with one kind of concern for the other.
People have postures when they are homesick, and the postures of men and women are different. Nature has endowed men and women with different physiological structures and ways to express their feelings. Men look up at the bright moon when they are homesick, and women look down at their toes when they are homesick. Looking at the bright moon is the smoke that makes my thoughts fly over the milky way to see my hometown; Looking at your toes is looking back to see how long it will take to go home. Naturally, I bow my head more often and occasionally miss the bright moon, because I have no homesickness. Not long ago, I attended a literary pen meeting in Beijing, which coincided with the Mid-Autumn Festival. I gave up the opportunity to enjoy the moon with my literary friends and went to the Summer Palace, Zhao Shuli's former residence in Beijing. Lao Zhao, as his hometown people call him, is a writer who came out of Yuchi Village, Qinshui County, Shanxi Province, my hometown. After he went to Beijing, he lived in a private house in Xiagong Mansion. Now that place has been submerged by the building of Beijing Hotel. I have to stubbornly look for traces of small restaurants. I am also satisfied that I can't get a floor tile, and I can't see the soil paved with floor tiles. When I visited the former residence of Zhao Shuli's hometown, I thought that the villagers had told me that at that time, Lao Zhao often ate the cheapest dish in a small restaurant in Xiamen Industrial Mansion, called "fried rice noodles with vegetables"-fried spinach covered with a thin layer of eggs. Although I didn't see "Bedding Dishes" by Xiagong House in Beijing this time, I still love my imperfect hometown and people. In the moonlight, I stood on the ruins of Xiagongfu and looked at Weichi Village. I can't help thinking of Zhao Shuli's smoking pot. At that time, Lao Zhao always thought that ordinary hookah was not enough to smoke, so he hollowed out a yam egg, inserted a bamboo tube, put on an "egg" cigarette and smoked a few mouthfuls, which was considered Japanese. Later, he went to Beijing. Without the yam eggs, he replaced them with "bedding dishes". This is the charm that our great peasant writers can't change! I have to say that it is this yam egg and "bedding dish" that injects the connotation of local culture and personality strength into Zhao Shuli's works!
Literary friends who attended the Beijing Pen Club came from all over the country and frequently asked each other where they were from. At the beginning, I answered positively, Kunshan, Jiangsu. Therefore, my friends in Lai Su, Congjiang, warmly treat me as a small fellow and take care of me everywhere. On the second day of the activity, on the way of collecting wind, I met another fellow villager in Shanxi. He also shared his life experience and creative experience without reservation, encouraging me to stick to the ordinary but uneven road under my feet.
After the event, I reluctantly bid farewell to my fellow villagers in Shanxi at Beijing Railway Station, and then returned to Kunshan by bus with my fellow villagers in Jiangsu. I thought all the way, where should I come from? Shanxi people? Jiangsu people? Shanxi people from Jiangsu? Or a Jiangsu native who is far away in Shanxi? What is hometown? I miss her very much when I am away from home, and I look forward to going home as soon as possible. And after returning home, can you still see your hometown? There are more and more abandoned land with hay. Empty nesters and left-behind children became the masters of the village. The ancestral graves on the cemetery and Cooper Gu Song were moved to the foot of the mountain in the distance ... hometown, hometown, is a vast, complex and contradictory mood. She carries too many expectations and emotions. Maybe she doesn't ask you to worship, but she makes you feel awe. She didn't ask you to go back to your hometown in clothes, but to worry about you! Even if I go to the ends of the earth, I can't get out of the bloody village in my hometown. However, if you live in your hometown for a long time, your heart will be restless. Only by trekking on the back of my hometown can I have a deep belonging in my soul.