Homesickness in Dreams
I had a dream last night. There is no lie, no deception, and it is not a made-up story. It is not fictitious. It is a real dream. The protagonists in the dream are me and a forum. The forum is a family and I am a member of this family. member.
Do you still know about this home? ! Do you still know that you are a member of this family? !
Who is talking about me? ! No one will blame me, I am blaming myself. yes! I feel guilty and guilty, because I am irresponsible and I have been away from home for too long.
That’s it, I was blaming myself in the dream, blaming myself all the time, it’s so simple, not much content, not too complicated, just like my life, simple. The same goes for dreams, simple, like life, like my people, this is enough.
Wake up from dream. My thoughts are still lingering on the plot of the dream, thinking about that dream and the content of the dream, like a movie film being played back, and then freezing a certain scene, and then thinking about it, thinking, thinking, Like an old man in his twilight years sitting in a rocking chair recalling his first love.
Everyone who has experienced feelings has had a first love, and I have also had my own first love. To be precise, my first love is a forum, the most real emotion in the virtual world - Youhu. Dream sail shadow.
Whether it is appropriate to regard a forum as my first love, I have no intention to verify its accuracy, because I know that it is a dream, I know that I am dreaming, and I don’t want to wake up from the dream. I don’t want to make simple things complicated. If I have to test something in my dream, then life is really tiring. Meng'er said it, she said it to me personally in the dream, and she said while stroking my head, take a rest when you are tired. Really, I really feel that I am very tired. Really, I am really obedient and resting, dozing off in a drowsy way, like a child. A very obedient and well-behaved child is dozing off quietly. There is a moment. This feeling, a real feeling, is the feeling of a prodigal who has been wandering for a long time and returns to his long-lost home. It is a sense of solidity, a warm feeling, and then a strong desire to dream big. The desire to scream, say it, say what you want to say, say what you want in your own home, you are not an outsider, you are a member of this family, so I said it, just said it. One sentence, a simple sentence: It feels so good to be home.
Close your eyes and fall asleep.
In dreams, in homes, there is no noise, no disputes, only peace, and a lingering shadow, the shadow of the sail, that is the sail, that is the call of true love, go home Well, it's that simple.
Go home. No matter how good the outside world is, it still doesn't have the warmth of home.
Warmth. Really, home is really warm.
Snow is falling outside, very, very heavy snow, it is another winter, this is already the second winter.
In the second winter, snowflakes were falling outside. The stove has been lit at home. It is very beautiful. The family is drinking tea around the stove and saying the most intimate words. This feeling is so good, because home, because of warmth and care, cares about the relatives who are still wandering outside.
Close your eyes and fall asleep.
I feel homesick in my dreams. Because it is another winter, a snowy winter, an unusual winter. This winter is the 2nd anniversary of the home of "Youmeng Fanying", the 2nd anniversary of ups and downs.
Returning home is like an arrow. The family is looking forward to a reunion anniversary.
In the dreamland, the call coming to my ears is so clear, go home, your family is waiting for you.
Even with my eyes closed, I could clearly see the flapping sails, which were the sailboats returning home.
Tired, tired, wandering for a long time, I set foot on the boat home. The rippling river water carries the wanderer's heart home like an arrow.
Tired, tired, take the sailing boat home and sail towards the quiet harbor of home.
Homesickness (original poem)
Homesickness - Xiaofan
The sun rolls into the mountainside
The return of the cattle
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People returning from pasture
Hoarded with warm sunshine
Crickets singing softly
Ancient house
Ancient people
Home, which mountain is home behind?
When the spring breeze rises again
The little bird on the branch sings a carefree song
Ah, it is my familiar hometown!
I stopped and my eyes were burning
The sparkling spring water washed away the dust in my throat
The green bamboos sang the ancient song again
Yan Nanfei
Going to higher places again...
My daughter has more and more books. I found the old book box and gave it to her. My wife looked on and smiled: "The family heirloom has been passed down to another generation." My father got this box from my grandfather. Now, when it comes to my daughter, it counts at least four generations. Although the wooden box is an old wooden box, this is the only thing that has been passed down from the ancestors.
The box is not big, no more than 1 meter long, nearly 2 feet high, and more than 1 foot wide. Compared with a suitcase, it is small. Open the wooden box, and the internal structure is like the pencil box used by primary school students today. The upper part is a movable inner box. Three or two vertical and horizontal wooden boards divide it into spaces of different sizes and shapes, so that commonly used pens, inks, paper, inkstones, rulers, compasses, triangles, erasers, pencil sharpeners can be placed respectively according to needs. Such stationery. Take out the movable inner box, which is where the books are placed. When the box is closed, it happens to be a writing desk.
Each side of the wooden box is made of a single piece of Double Ninth Festival wood board nearly 1 centimeter thick. There is no gap. Rain will never invade inside. If there is water inside, I am afraid it will. It doesn't leak at all, and can also be used as a basin. The box is not painted, and its background color is dark red, which is the original color of wood. However, it has become less bright as time passes. Observe carefully, the texture on the wooden board may be dark or light, and the shape may be wide or narrow. They may seem random, but they are very regular and rhythmic. Sniff, the fragrance is still there. It is precisely because of this unique smell that moths do not dare to visit. The Double Ninth Festival tree grows slowly and its material is fine and hard. It is for these reasons that the box is still in good condition.
For many years, I have heard the name of the "Double Ninth Tree" countless times because of this Double Ninth Festival wooden box, and I have deepened my memory of it on small square stools and cutting boards, but I have never seen it. Live the real Double Ninth Festival tree. Sometimes, I would ask the old people out of curiosity. They would always raise their eyes, take a puff of dry cigarettes, face the south, and tirelessly tell me about the origin and glory of the Double Ninth Tree. The Chongyang tree is not a local native tree species. A long time ago, our people immigrated from Chongyang County to this water town. In order to cherish their hometown, our ancestors brought Chongyang tree species and sown them into the mud on the piers. However, only two of them survived at that time. tree. One female and one male, one on the left and one on the right, watching each other in front of the door. By the time of my ancestors, the tree had become an ancient tree. How old is Furumu? No one can tell. It is said that the crown of each tree is half an acre, more than three feet high, and they can be seen in a radius of dozens of miles. The diameter at breast height is measured by the arms of five adults, and even the twigs are thicker than a bucket. Because of these two ancient trees, the local people's reputation has become louder. Some people simply replaced the original name of the pier with "Double Ninth Tree".
I can't imagine what this tree looks like, nor can I know the stories that happened under the tree. If the tree is still there, it must still have those memories that will never go away. It will not fail to remember the favorite white horse of Mr. He Long that once nestled beside him; it will not fail to remember the chest that was cut by a white dog's bayonet; it will not fail to remember the coolness of pedestrians drinking water; it will not fail to remember the return of the curtain. The moo of the old cow as it paces; I will never forget the antiphonal song of the magpie and the dove on the branch, and the play of the boy and girl in the shade of the tree.
The tree was cut down in 1954. That year, there was a flood in the Yangtze River and there was a shortage of wood on the river embankment. The Chongyang tree listened to people's call and stood on the bank of the Yangtze River. Its scattered branches lined up to guard several kilometers of land.
However, the rootless tree failed to stop the indiscriminate flood. The rolling Yangtze River water roared over the earth embankment and rushed toward home with a sinister smile. Inside the compound, there is a vast expanse of ocean.
After the flood receded, my grandfather and uncle spent three days together, using spades, picks, axes and saws to dig out tree stumps and saw them open. Each family was given a few wooden boards so that they could be used after washing. He purchased some necessary wooden utensils for his home, and the wooden boxes were made at that time.
When the wooden box was passed to me, I left home to study. My father found a pole with a cloth bag containing a month's worth of food on one end and the box on the other. When my father raised his shoulders, he bowed his waist, gritted his teeth, and stood up very slowly. I asked my father if it was heavy and would I like to share some of it? My father just said that the hope contained in the wooden box was too heavy. In fact, I know in my heart that in that era of "raising chickens for oil and salt", the burden on my father's shoulders was definitely not just the two ends of the pole.
During my studies, I learned more about the Double Ninth Tree from professional courses: The Double Ninth Tree was originally called Double Ninth Tree in biological classification. It belongs to the Euphorbiaceae family, a deciduous tree, dioecious and up to 10 meters high. , bark brown, longitudinally split. The small leaves are ovate or elliptical-ovate, with a narrow tip and a round or nearly heart-shaped base. The edges are bluntly serrated and smooth on both sides; the racemes are spherical and berry-shaped, brown, and the seeds contain oil. The oil is fragrant and can be Edible; the tree is hard and heavy, making it a good building material. At the same time, I heard from the teacher that among the ancient trees in the south, the Double Ninth Tree is the most numerous, often thousands of years old.
Accompanied by this Double Ninth Festival wooden box, accompanied by the feelings of my hometown and the expectations of my predecessors, I completed my studies. When I took out the red diploma from the wooden box and handed it to my father with both hands, I remember my father smiled. This smile is the most heartwarming smile of my father in my memory. That situation is still unforgettable.
I went back to my hometown not long ago and found a Double Ninth Festival tree in the woods behind the house! The tree grows out of the slit. Due to the pressure of the big tree, the trunk of the Double Ninth Festival tree turns into an upside-down "L", which looks even more stubborn, perseverant and energetic. The colors of the surrounding leaves have long been dyed yellow and brown by the autumn frost, and their shapes have been torn and rolled down by the autumn wind, scattering them all over the ground. The Double Ninth Festival tree still straightens its branches and tenaciously holds out a green tree. From a distance, the tree is clearly a large flag standing in the wind. The wind blows by, and the branches sway from side to side. As long as the wind eases slightly, the branches and leaves return to their original positions. The shiny leaves rub against each other, making rustling sounds, as if they are comforting and encouraging each other, and fighting together against the cold wind.
This is the Double Ninth Festival tree in my heart! It’s not what I remember, nor what I saw in the photo, nor what it is like by the lake in the park. I couldn't help but step forward. The tree seemed to be considerate at this time, opened its arms, nodded and said: You are here!
Stroking the trunk of the tree, the bark is still in its infancy but is also so old. Is the rugged bark a history of your struggle against wind and rain and your courage to stand out?
Originally, I wanted to pick up an ax and saw and chop off some branches of other big trees to make enough space so that the Chongyang tree can get enough sunlight and rain to grow quickly. I didn't do this. There is only one reason: the Double Ninth Tree is definitely not a tree that yields.