The journey home takes about five hours, and the journey to the station and the waiting time for departure take up more than an hour. After some bumps, Xiao Rui finally set foot on his hometown. Looking at this familiar road and the villages on both sides of the road, Xiao Rui's mood immediately brightened and his body relaxed a lot.
This road is the one that Xiao Rui often takes after school. Every time he goes to school, he is a little reluctant, sad and lonely, but when he comes home from school, he is full of expectations, thinking about the warmth of home and the delicious food cooked by his mother. This road bears too much Xiao Rui's feelings, and also witnessed Xiao Rui's growth from a little girl to a big girl.
Coming into the village, the whole village has a panoramic view. This is a well-preserved village with scattered houses and a certain distance between different farmers. There are trees in front of and behind the house, on both sides of the road and in the open space. At first glance, they have been growing for many years, with lush foliage, sprouting trees and rustling leaves swaying in the wind.
So if you look at the village from a distance, it is a large irregular forest dotted with houses. These houses look low and inconspicuous, like hiding in the Woods, but they are full of life. Chickens and dogs can be heard everywhere, and the smoke from the kitchen seems to call the family home for dinner.
With the development of society and the increase of migrant workers, farmers' income has also increased a lot, so villas have been built one after another. The roads in the village have hardened and looked neat, and the trees and poultry can no longer be tolerated. The whole village looks bare without eyeful of green, cool trees and harmonious vitality.
What is more exaggerated is that the whole village has moved out, and the village has changed from scattered families to ruins, and finally it has been razed to the ground, leaving no trace of the village that once existed.
Xiao Rui's hometown is a village far from the main road. People in the village can't move to build houses on both sides of the road, and they don't want to build houses in the village. It was so remote that the village was preserved. Everyone who went out bought houses in the city where they worked, and some lived in nearby counties, so they lived on both sides of rural cities.
Every time I go home, there are fewer people in the village. There are more and more farmhouses with locked doors, and those rooted outside have become ruins and overgrown with weeds because they don't go home all the year round. There are only a dozen families living in the village, and they are still guarding the life of this declining village. I'm afraid it will be a lifetime.
I really don't know when this village will disappear. People who once lived in this village are scattered everywhere like stars. I wonder if they will always think of that small village and the people who live together? Will you dream back to that small village at midnight?