Early in the morning, my colleague Zhou posted a video of her hometown "playing with lions" in her circle of friends, and a lot of people asked if she was going back to her hometown under the comments. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a way that you don't have to.
I know she is homesick. Because, so am I. I have been constantly reading the WeChat messages sent by my siblings in my hometown since last night, fearing that I would miss every video and picture, watching them set off fireworks, watching them eat New Year's Eve dinner, and watching my fathers and mothers sing opera.
Some people say that a place without parents is not called home; I say that a place without parents has no "year".
I remember when I was a child, our family was very poor, and a lot of new year's goods were prepared by my mother. No money to buy fresh vegetables, mother very early in the sun a variety of dried vegetables, radish, chili, fresh wave; a few days in advance to do a variety of fancy buns: steamed buns, rolls, oil cake, buckwheat oil circle.
By now, the most memorable and flavorful years are probably those of the most "poor" years. At that time, we always look forward to the 30th night of the year to come early, after dinner, the mother and the big chief like a packet of sweets began to share, we are called "scattered years", usually not enough to eat sweets I can always satisfy a back.
At that time is really greedy, New Year's home to relatives, take some cookies, canned goods and other gifts, and not waiting for the relatives completely out of the door, my brother and I began to run back to the home, who ran fast who will be able to snatch, and so on, when the parents send relatives back, we have opened half of them to eat.
At that time, the happy is really happy. New Year's Eve play to the darkness of the sky, not worried about going home to be scolded; for many days without writing homework will not be urged; put on new clothes, take a few dollars of money, go to the village theater to see the play, buy a few packets of melon seeds or a few spicy stick, accompanied by dust in the mouth to chew, the beauty of the simply don't want to do.
02
Nowadays, the living conditions are better, parents are not so busy on New Year's Eve, a lot of annual goods to go to the market is almost ready, we are lamenting the "New Year's Eve" more and more diluted.
But even if it's not, I still want to go back to my hometown.
In the past few years, I've been struggling with the idea of returning to my hometown. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to go back to my home town, but I'd like to go back to my family's home town, and I'd like to go back to my family's home town, and I'd like to go back to my family's home town, and I'd like to go back to my family's home town, and I'd like to go back to my family's home town.
The ticket, leave, catch the car, car, reverse car is indeed very tired, but the thought of three thousand kilometers away from the parents, they are looking at the village entrance and waiting for the figure, I seem to return to the heart of the arrow, no reflexion on the road home.
Going back to eat a mother to eat a "lazy lump, loose rice, slurry water", feel even eat a few times are not tired, mother watched me eat a big bowl, always advised me to eat less, eat more, you go back to lose weight again.
I smiled and said: I lose weight for the purpose of going home to eat a few more mouths.
Because such a flavor only at home, only the mother to do the meal, only the memory of the flavor, only the taste of home.
And siblings can meet on New Year's Day, chatting, and once the year is over, we began to pack up and prepare to leave home, the fathers and mothers always send us one by one to the car, and then look at the car in the dust gradually away, still can not take back their eyes.
03
For some reasons, this year's New Year's Eve did not go home, the heart of the empty, walking in the streets of a foreign country, always feel less celebratory and lively, perhaps lively is their, may have nothing to do with me.
The other side of the country is still the hometown, just I'm not too accustomed to it. I'm used to the customs of my hometown, used to the people of my hometown, used to spending New Year's Eve with my parents, and I really feel that spending New Year's Eve in my hometown is not interesting at all.
My mother called and said, "What year are you preparing for yourself? I said I went to the supermarket, everything has, there is a sentence in my heart did not say, "just feel no New Year's Eve".
Not in the hometown, New Year's Eve is the same, eat the same as usual, but there is no memory of the "year" feeling.
The city's lights are no match for the warmth of the countryside.
My four-year-old daughter asked me what New Year's Eve was for her.
I froze and didn't know how to explain it to her.
When you think about it, we have to go home every year to celebrate the New Year, what is the New Year?
The year may be the way home, the joy of reunion, the thoughts of the wanderer, the feelings of the hometown, the harbor of affection, the new beginning and hope!
04
They
When the wind rises, who is worried about your thin coat
When the clouds fall, who lights up the lamp in your cold window
When you travel far away, who's eyes follow your back
When you come back, who's happy face warms up your tired body
They are our parents
.Ordinary farmers living in Hejiashan
They don't have much education
Some of them haven't even read a day's worth of books
Maybe they can't be the lighthouse and signpost on our path
But they stand behind us and cheer us on
They
have to work in the cold and the heat and the dust
They have to work in the cold and the dust
They have to work in the cold and the heat and the dust
They have to work in the cold and the dust and the dust and the dust and the dust and the dust and the dust and the dust and the dust and the dust and the dust.
They
work in the morning and sleep at night, and are exposed to the dew and frost
They
walk and bend their legs, and it is not only the mountain paths that cause them pain at night
It is also the difficult paths that they have to take for their children
They
and the land and the ******.
Decades and decades
How much time has been lost
We've grown up
We've gone with our dreams and left our stories in the village
They've grown old
Sizzling skin and cracked feet are the bitterness of the years
Time has whitened their hair
The winds and sands have aged their faces
And the winds and sands have aged their faces
And the winds and sands have aged their faces
And the winds and sands have aged their faces
And the winds and sands have aged their faces.