Guo Hua
Every time during the holidays, I always have a lingering feeling in my heart, that is, to go home as soon as possible. I have gray-haired parents at home. On the way home, I have thousands of concerns in my heart, and the familiar mountains and rivers are calling me, so the plan to go home is always in my heart.
I was born in a remote small village on the bank of the Yellow River, located in the northern part of the Ningxia Plain, overlooking the towering Helan Mountains to the west and the roaring Yellow River to the east. Here there are crisscrossing ditches, endless traffic, colorful fallen trees, and thousands of miles of fertile fields. The Yellow River flows slowly from south to north, winding like a silk ribbon, becoming a beautiful scenery in my hometown. The mountains and rivers here are the starting point of my life, the cradle where my dreams take off, the place where I look back with sadness every step of the way, and the concerns that linger in my dreams.
Follow the sun when you go out, and follow the sunset when you go home. Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Life is this handful of loess, and death is also this handful of loess. This is the place where my ancestors have lived for generations. How many stories of joys and sorrows are fermented here, and how many temperaments of joy, anger, sorrow and joy are staged here. From birth to death, generations of ancestors and grandchildren have lived and thrived here, sending away so many sunrises and ushering in so many sunsets. Spring, summer, autumn and winter were busy and busy; cold and summer came and went, passing by in a hurry. Year after year, day after day, men bend over because of you, and women frown for you. Hometown is full of hope, full of sadness and full of longing. Your weight weighs a thousand pounds in my heart.
No matter where I go, the thick local accent cannot change my flesh-and-blood connection with you. A yellow face flows with your genes, your blood, and your style. Although there are countless beautiful scenes that a person encounters in his life, you are the scenery that will never change in my heart. It has accompanied me through spring, summer, autumn and winter, controlling my sight and touching my heartbeat every moment.
I often think of you at dusk, I often think of you at moonlight, and I often think of you when I am lonely and helpless. You are my eternal attachment and concern. It is a clear water, a pot of clear spring, and a glass of old wine that float in my heart.
The mountains and rivers of my hometown have nurtured me. So what kind of complex is infiltrated deep in the soul? Every time I stand alone in the distance, I will look at you affectionately.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. The evening breeze carries the faint sound of willow flutes, and the sun sets outside the mountains. Especially when the sun sets, the birds miss the old forest and the fish in the pond miss their old abyss. The cry of the swallow makes my heart break, and the ape calls three times and my breasts are filled with tears. My hometown is calling from afar, the lingering willows, the curling breeze, the light clouds, the rising smoke, and the blood-like rays of the setting sun are all piled up in my heart, refusing to go away for a long time. So Cui Hao said, "Where is the country gate at sunset? The misty waves on the river make people sad." Li Qingzhao said that you can forget where your hometown is unless you get drunk. Song Zhiwen said that he was even more timid when he was close to his hometown and did not dare to ask the visitor. Meng Haoran said, "The tears in the countryside are all gone, and the lonely sail can be seen in the sky." Ma Zhiyuan said that the ancient road is westerly and the horses are thin, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. A strong feeling of homesickness accompanied by the fragrance of poetry lingered on the way home. A wisp of red sunset dyed the sky red. Several peaks silently reflected the evening light, and I was speechless as I asked about the setting sun. When does the sun set?
At this moment, many literati looked back at their distant hometowns and their hearts were broken. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words. I can't bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the distance of my hometown. I can't bear to think about it. Sighing for traces of the coming year, why should we be left behind? Thinking of a beautiful woman, I look up at the building. I miss it a few times, and I know that I have returned to the boat in the sky. These few words of Liu Yong express the feelings of many wanderers in the world. Therefore, the core intention of dusk is to urge people to return.
On the other hand, dusk is where my soul belongs. The reason why I have a special liking for the sunset at dusk is because I like the brilliant and supreme touch of gold, the burning red of the mountains and blue flowers, and the stunning beauty that bursts out before falling. No matter how gorgeous the performance is, it will come to an end, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will pass away, and no matter how gorgeous the life is, it will eventually become dull. But the beauty of the sunset makes me believe that as long as there is a ray of light, the light will dispel the darkness, the haze will be short-lived, and the sun will always come as promised on the next day. There is a promise with dusk, which means a promise of warmth, touch, perseverance and understanding.
On the other hand, the sunset at dusk also represents the loss of time. Human life is both long and short. As Li Yu said: "Everything in the world is like a dream." The value of life does not lie in the length of life, but in the width and quality of life. Do the work of joining the world with the spirit of transcending the world. In such a radiant and radiant moment, I understood the shortness of life, the nobility of dignity, and the nobility of the soul. Just like Confucius standing on the edge of the Yellow River, facing the surging eastward water, he lamented that the dead are like this, and he does not want to give up day and night. How many evenings are gone, how many hours are gone, how many youths Shaohua is gone. Those bright colors of the old days, those dazzling dreams, those splendid writings of life have all turned into a wisp of smoke, disappearing in the wind and dust, disappearing in the west wind of the ancient road, disappearing in the small bridge and flowing water, disappearing In the heart that flies away with the wild goose. The world of mortals is rolling, but the dusk is still there, the annual rings are changing, the dusk is still there, the years are long, and the dusk is still there. The homesickness of the dusk and setting sun has not changed. On the contrary, with the white hair, my hair is now full of lust, as thick as wine, as strong as wind, and so intense.
Where is Yaoyao Township? In every moonlit night. Du Fu said: "The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown." Zhang Jiuling said: "The bright moon shines on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
"Wang Ji said: "Tonight the moon is bright, everyone can look around, and I don't know who is missing in autumn." Wang Changling said: "The moon is bright in Qin and it is closed in Han, and the people who have marched thousands of miles have not returned. Bai Juyi said: "When I look at the bright moon, I should shed tears. My heart will be in the same place all night long." Su Shi said: "This night will not last long in this life. Where can I see the bright moon next year?" Wang Anshi said: "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?" "The bright moon not only carries history, but also witnesses homesickness. It can be said that the moon first represents homesickness and is a symbol and symbol of homesickness. For thousands of years, the curved moon has not only become an effective carrier for the ancients to express homesickness, but more importantly The bright moon carries the sustenance and spirit of the ancients and embodies the dreams and wishes of every Chinese child. When the bright moon rises, no matter where you are at the end of the world or at the end of the world, you will feel tears in your eyes when you look at your beautiful hometown. The plants and trees in my hometown are so kind, so colorful, and so beautiful.
I once looked at you from a distance and cared about you in my heart. Whenever we encounter adversity in life, along the way, we carry the trust of our fellow villagers and carry our empty luggage, through wind and rain, and once again set foot on the homeland of our dependence and love. "I rise from the lonely smoke village and return to the horizon." "The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside." "The familiar and unfamiliar faces, the rows of willows holding clothes, the words of concern, the earnest calls, the fragrance of the soil, the cups of intoxicating wine, all... Like the drizzle in spring, like the winter plum blossoms, like the fragrance of earth, it warmed my desolate chest. It was you who lit a lamp for me, gently held my face, and wiped the corners of my eyes. Tears, with flying wings, soar in the boundless sky, giving me endless strength and courage, giving me infinite warmth and confidence, and giving me the care and bright color of life.
Hometown. , this place where the trees are thousands of feet high and the leaves return to their roots, can this place be gradually forgotten by the rolling red dust of the city? How can I forget you, this place that always haunts me? The setting sun will never forget, the bright moon will not forget, the wanderer from the end of the world? I will never forget it. No matter when, no matter where, I have the same feelings and the same love in my heart. The distant hometown is in my dream, the distant hometown is on the road, and the long hometown is in my heart.