"But I look to my hometown, and the twilight is getting dark, and there is a sad fog on the river waves." Whenever I think of this poem, the image of the poet standing on the Yellow Crane Tower at dusk and looking at the misty waves and full of homesickness will suddenly come to my mind. Yes, the love of hometown and homesickness have been engraved in the life of wanderers for thousands of years, becoming a rose that will always exude fragrance in their life journey; Homesickness poetry vocabulary has become a spectacular homesickness culture in China culture, which has made many poets and celebrities. "When you hear the willow breaking in this serenade, no one can but miss his hometown." The poet was homesick when he heard the tune of Broken Willow from the flute in a foreign land. It is also this Li Bai, whose poem "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home" can be said that almost everyone who has read this book in China will recite it. There is also Wang Anshi's "Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?" I also wrote about the ardent yearning of those luxurious and prosperous people for their hometown. I think people who travel abroad will definitely miss their hometown after reading this poem. Nostalgia, written by Mr. Yu Guangzhong, a famous poet in Taiwan Province, is deeply favored by the public and accepted by modern people because of its vividness, image and easy understanding. Finally, the poet wrote: "Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there." The poet sublimated the ordinary homesickness into a national heart of Chinese sons and daughters, and wrote the voices of overseas Chinese in their loved ones' hometown, which made many overseas Chinese read and burst into tears.
Hometown, hometown, how many people dream about you, you are the holy land in their hearts! You are often the birthplace of human life (in farming society), and you are often the destination of people's fallen leaves. And whenever I am moved by these thrilling poems, I can't help asking myself: "Where is my hometown? Where should I come from? "
I've heard that this world has been around for more than 20 years. Grandma in her 80 s said that our hometown is Kunshan, Jiangsu. 1948, my grandfather moved here to rent a house for work reasons. After liberation, he could not and could not change places. He also said that I was born in Hangzhou. I have lived in my grandmother's house as long as I can remember. When I was five or six years old, I went to study in a city in Jiangxi where my father worked. When I was in the third grade, my mother was ill and hospitalized, and several brothers and sisters were left unattended, so I moved my hukou to my grandmother's house. After three years of natural disasters and national disasters, I moved my hukou to the local countryside and have lived there ever since. So when I filled out the form later, I always filled in "Kunshan, Jiangsu" in the column of my native place. Because I am my eldest grandson, my grandmother once said that she would go to Kunshan with me in the future, but I don't want this to be her lifelong regret. I once asked my grandma what kind of drama she liked, and the answer was Pingtan, which shows how much grandma yearns for her hometown and how eager she is to see it again. I think grandma's hometown should be the blue sky that her parents looked up to when she was a child, the river where she often went to fetch water and wash clothes when she was a teenager, and the elegant pingtan that girls often listened to fascinated her ... I can't say it, of course I can't say what it is. I'm really sorry. I feel guilty that I can't go home with my grandmother after work. Round her is not a luxury life dream. Of course, I only have this kind of pain now, which is condensed by the wind and frost of the years. There is a lot of helplessness in life, and some helplessness is destined to become the pain in your life forever. When I saw my brother filling out the form, my birthplace was our current residence. I was shocked at that time. How come... After thinking about it, I felt relieved. My brother has been living and growing up here. Maybe the adults haven't told him about the past, or maybe he doesn't think so, thinking that "hometown" is his current residence. I remember Mr. Wang said: The so-called hometown is the last place where our ancestors stayed on the wandering journey. From this perspective, this is the last resting place for grandparents, and they also sleep here. Our generation has also settled here, multiplied, built houses, worked here, retired here, and will surely die here. It seems that our native place should be here. It is strange that my home is clearly here, but there is an inexplicable distance from where my grandparents lived when they were children. Sometimes I feel like a wanderer in a lonely boat, because there are few people with my surname here. I don't know what grandpa's hometown is like, but I vaguely remember grandma saying that grandpa's family used to be a vegetable farmer, and his brothers had already parted ways, which means there are no real relatives there. Now my hair is gray, but I don't know why I always want to have a look and go to the ancestral temple to worship my ancestors. Perhaps this is because the hometown culture in our national culture has penetrated into my heart. She has a mysterious and powerful calling power, calling her descendants who have taken root in other places to go back and see their roots and pay tribute to their ancestors. I think this is also a microcosm of our national centripetal force and cohesion, and it is a reason why our nation is indestructible. I think I may also understand why my 80-year-old uncle, wrapped in silver, always comes here from Taiwan Province Province to pay homage to his grandparents, kneeling at their graves and crying, as long as his body allows. It is the scenery in a foreign land that reminds him of the starting point of life, the complementary of wandering desire and returning consciousness, the guilt and deep-rooted yearning that made him unable to fulfill his filial piety after decades of isolation across the Taiwan Strait, and the inspiration of national filial piety culture in the depths of his soul.
There is another city in Jiangxi, where I once spent a childhood. There are my childhood footsteps, childhood dreams and childhood joys. I often think of it in my spare time. My childhood friends are unforgettable in people's memory and have irreplaceable weight. Maybe it can be regarded as a second hometown. I must go back to find my childhood dream.
"I don't know if I am a guest in my dream" and "Hometown makes my hometown". I didn't feel sad or drunk in Li Houzhu. I clearly know that the tide of the times sent me here. We have integrated into this land and are closely related to everything here. I know I've been nailed here all my life. Didn't I say let nature take its course? In fact, it doesn't matter where people live, as long as they have a good job, a peaceful life and a good mood, where is the end of the world? ! But people need spirit to enrich their lives, and the life they yearn for is really beautiful. The beauty of life lies not only in her bright colors, but also in her yearning fragrance. Looking back on the road of life, I have cried and laughed; I have suffered and enjoyed. Since the moon is full and sunny, birds fly to the southeast and northwest, so let everything follow the fate. One flower and one world, one person and one world, walking in the long river of life, sowing and harvesting every truth around you, making life rich, beautiful and poetic. Isn't this the happiness of being a man? Why bother pestering where your hometown is! However, I must go to Kunshan once. Before I leave, I will go to the graves of my grandparents and parents, and make sacrifices to take away their souls and see our hometown.
The west wind rises again outside the window, yellow leaves fall, autumn is thick, and it's time for wanderers to miss home again. (Editor in charge: Deputy Editor-in-Chief)