Yes, all along, for the hometown there are always some familiar things: those who often hang around, unforgettable anecdotes; those who are hidden or present, pure and simple countryside, familiar countryside sound; those who are familiar with the image of yesterday, as yesterday, in the mind stupid. How much I want to write something for her, this idea has been brewing in my heart for a long time, but I have not been able to take the time to do as I wish. Struggling in a foreign land, often complaining about the metropolis work, the rhythm of life is fast, busy hands, a strong negative pressure, taut nerves do not get a moment's relief. Had also comforted themselves from time to time, seems to be an impeccable reason, but in the countless late at night, in the face of the real themselves, but how can not do anything in the heart of the end of the loneliness and restlessness, and the loneliness and restlessness, I think it is living in the hometown of that comfortable, down-to-earth and pure heart, and can not be compared to. How many foreign nights, how many inexplicable loneliness, impatience, when it comes, but the thought of the old cut, think of home cut.
It is difficult to sleep at night, and the night winds and stars are cold! The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the sky and the sky, and then you can see the sky and the sky, and then you can see the sky and the sky, and then you can see the sky and the sky, and then you can see the sky and the sky, and then you can see the sky and the sky. Remote to the hometown and home side of the relatives, classmates, friends, ask yourself what in the end they have done for them? How many years, like a guest, always in a hurry to run to the hometown and do a short stay! In how many times, the line is in a hurry, wantonly hometown when the time to leave, in how many times, should be at the wine table mingling, lift the joy, or drink to dispel the sorrows of the time, in how many times, leisure time, linger in the landscape, perhaps we are forgetting, I do not know how long ago, there is still a worthy of far away from the warmth of the hometown, as well as those who are worthy of sharing the joys and sorrows of your life, the once-familiar face and face. Too often, we even a simple to the old to the small intimate advice, a sentence in the friends and relatives between the sincere care of the blessing, a powerless parting of the precious are forgotten to say to each other. Too often, we miss these most common details, but precisely because we ignore these common details, and then make each other again close feelings will be increasingly distant, hometowns, homes, relatives, friends, and how familiar but also strange and distant words.
Every year the Spring Festival to go home, although it is a short dozens of days, but every time the eyes see, the ears hear is an informative update. Sometimes think, miss the hometown, the hometown is quiet, the heart is also quiet, quiet in the hometown of a flower, a grass, all the way to an alley, a wooden house. Those clusters of villages, leafy, luxuriant evergreens in all seasons, like a natural green screen snuggled up next to the national highway, eye-catching and bright; those of different forms, but orderly, very artistic structure of the buildings, rate when the civilization of the village of the example of a distinctive eye and heart; those long, flowery grasses and grasses, a small view of the tree surrounded by a small green cobblestone road, but because of the village planning, renovation, and some of the regrets in the search for not to come back! Previously through the clear and clear, classical color of the old traces of the streets and lanes. Village civilization construction at the same time, but also let a person doubly happy is that the green brick gray tile, green eaves, red wall, green wooden interior decoration of the family shrine, although a few renovations, but can be intact along with a simple, antique, ancient color, ancient fragrance, elegant rhyme, as if to explain to the passer-by a "Deng's family," a cultural changes and a heavy and deep Deng's historical records.
Only outside, every evening to call my mother, too often on the other end of the phone, there is always a burst of loud music, the sound is simply over the mother's speech. So, the mind often comes back to the hometown that a vivid picture: it seems that every nightfall, especially to the end of the fall season, the home across the wide sunbathing on the field, not a lively and extraordinary scene. The village people do not recognize men and women, young and old, groups of people with the song, jumped up the square dance, and enjoy the family, enjoy the joy of another year's harvest, some two or three-year-old children are excited in the adults back and forth between the shuttle, play, enjoy the carefree childhood, innocent, and elderly mother once again leaned in the doorway to look into the distance, counting in his heart the son's return to the approaching ... ...
The days of home are comfortable and cozy, not to put themselves like in the struggle of the foreign country, for work, for the livelihood and busy, night and day. You can do whatever you want, sleep until noon, or play cards all night, or do what you want to do. However, the most nostalgic and happy thing is the family around the fire, while dining, while roasting the fire, while chatting with the reunion of the joyful: the alcoholic father drinking hot wine, hiccups, just like a small rich role, the mother is always pulling the father's wine, for fear that he drink high and foul, for fear that he stepped out of the door and then can not find the way back home. And whenever the mother of each persuasion, the father always reported a face of scarlet, simple smile to show soft.
However, two years ago, a winter afternoon, my father went up the mountain to collect firewood after drinking, and suddenly stumbled and fell, followed by a serious illness, only two or three days, my father left us forever. Coupled with the fact that my wife and I were preparing to divorce, the face of a double blow, I was very heartbroken, but also helpless, and had to face the reality of his father's death, and his wife and I have no chance to grow old together. Just bitter all day long with tears in the face of the mother. In the days that followed, the mother's face is no longer the old smile, the body is also deteriorating. Even the mother's mild temper occasionally became a bit grumpy, some complaining about the sky, and speak also the words before and after the words. In this situation, my heart has an unspeakable pain like a knife lingering pain: for the mother did not think about food, wasting body, but also for her spirit of decay also for the rest of their lives worry. Seriously, the pain of the loss of his father and his wife's separation did not break me, but the heavy and great 'motherly love' in front of me, but it hurt me so much that I couldn't breathe. Good in that period of time, my companionship and timely to the mother of love, reasoning, and gradually influence, sensitize the mother, but also make her slowly return to the state of normal life and my future marriage do not have to worry about. Just these two years, occasionally home, and the mother of the days of dependence, so that I have a new understanding of the definition of happiness, and those about the father, about the father's understanding of happiness in the world, has become a heart full of happy memories!
When the rumbling firecrackers send away the festive aftertaste, when the home of the mind has not been properly combed, the ruthlessness of time and let us fidgety stupid. The young dream is destined to take root in a foreign land, and the fiery youth makes us carry the identity of the traveler to the voyage to fight again and again.
Arrow-like years, all the way to sing the vector of youth, fighting in a foreign land has become our fixed abode, and the real meaning of home, we have become a hasty guest work. When the mind is tired of the time is the time to think of home, think of home, home is the starting point of the dream, is the spirit of support, is the harbor of the wind, is the last conversion of the soul. When I was young, I didn't care too much about the experience, maybe only when we can't do what we want, when we return to our roots, only to think of that far away from a long time, really belong to their own home, think of the home of the mellow fragrance and warmth it!
In the outside world, no matter how far the road under our feet, how twisted, please turn back to the direction of the hometown, no matter how long our life, how busy, please take time to leave some time for the beloved family it, outside of the traveler, often go home to see it!