The water town in the south of the Yangtze River is famous all over the world.

The climate here is pleasant and picturesque.

At this time, Yuezhou Yongxing.

Inside a villa.

At night, it is quiet outside the window, the cool breeze is blowing, and the fragrant earthy smell is faintly smelly.

An old man leaned on the head of the bed, his face yellow and thin, he was already in his eighties and six.

Next to the bed, sat a little girl about ten years old.

"Grandpa, Sansan is writing poems again, to a very beautiful little brother, shall I read it to you?" The little girl hugged her smartphone and smiled to please her grandfather.

When she came here to accompany her grandfather, her parents told her that her grandfather was sick and that she wanted to be good to her grandfather and make him happy.

The screen of a smartphone is not large, but for a little girl, it is very large, and you have to hold it in two small hands.

"Well, Sisi is still the most well-behaved and beautiful. The old man had a kind smile on his face.

The little girl immediately read it to her grandfather.

The old man listened with a smile on his face.

The granddaughter's voice seems to be able to purify the soul of people's vicissitudes.

After listening, the old man's fatigue over the past few months seemed to be swept away, and his face was full of red light and full of energy.

"Grandpa, do I still read the words in parentheses in the second sentence?" the little girl asked, but before Grandpa could answer, she read it: "Ann can tell that I am male and female, hehe, Sansan is so cute, such a big person, and so cute." ”

The old man smiled silently.

He didn't care about the words in parentheses, he just listened to the text.

Although this poem is superficial in word, it seems to be written for children, and it can be selected as a Chinese textbook for primary school students.

But in fact, the old man felt that it was not a poem written for children.

To be precise, it's not a poem that children can read.

Because of this eighty-six-year-old man who has been running all his life, after listening to it, he feels that he has no regrets in life.

Content!

This poem uses a relaxed and relieved tone to write the heaviness of returning home at dusk, and its weight is light, and only those who have left their hometown for decades can experience it.

The old man is now in his hometown, but before that, he has been away from his hometown for a full fifty years.

This is the first hometown.

His second hometown is San'in, where he moved to when he was a child.

And the place where he struggled all his life was in the imperial capital.

In 50 years, he did not return to his first hometown once, but only to his second hometown.

Now, the real fallen leaves return to the roots.

The old man's career is very lucky.

Maybe it's because I'm lucky, so I've been busy.

He has made steady progress in his career and has always reached a point where many people dare not imagine.

When it was time to return to his hometown, it can be said that the great ancestor led hundreds of officials to see him off.

In this life, he has achieved fame.

Many people wonder, why did he go back to his hometown when he lived so comfortably in the imperial capital?

You must know that most of his life has been spent in the imperial capital.

There are his relatives and friends in the imperial capital, mansions and compounds, fragrant cars and BMWs, and ancestor-level bigwigs who value him......

Putting these aside, from the imperial capital to Yongxing, thousands of miles away, the old man just had a serious illness and almost didn't survive, can he stand the bumps in the journey?

In addition, after being away from home for 50 years, he has adapted to the climate of the imperial capital, will he not be able to adapt to the water and soil when he returns to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River?

These are all questions.

Indeed, before the old man insisted on returning to his hometown, he was besieged by a group of children and dependents, listening to their bitter words, and tried every means to dissuade him: Daddy, there are no relatives at home, we all have jobs here, who will take care of you when you go back alone?

Old friends also came to visit in an endless stream: they are all old, what are you tossing big brother?

But none of this stopped the old man's determination to return home, and he insisted that the nanny pack his luggage and let the carriage and horses be prepared.

When everything was ready, the old man, supported by his family, boarded the car tremblingly and began the last long journey of his life.

The car drove all the way east along Chang'an Avenue, and the scenery outside the window hurriedly passed by.

At some point, the old man remembered himself fifty years ago, when he was a young man and a young man who had come from the remote Jiangnan region to the bustling imperial capital.

At that time, he was full of spirit and ambition, and he knew that what awaited him was an incomparably bright and ambitious future.

At that time, the parting bell fluttered in the morning mist, although the morning dew was particularly solemn, but his heart couldn't wait to fly to the imperial capital thousands of miles away.

Hometown, don't feel sorry for me, I will definitely move forward bravely and make a name for myself.

The mood at that time, he at that time, would not have expected that fifty years later, he would return here again and hear a poem that was diametrically opposed to his original state of mind, but the most suitable for his state of mind at this time.

Stepping on this familiar land again, the old man had already gray temples.

Everything in his hometown is human, and the only thing that hasn't changed is his native accent.

At that time, the villagers received the news of his return and waited for the arrival of the big man at the entrance of the village.

They also prepared flowers and firecrackers, musicians and drummers, but the old man clearly felt a trace of desolation in the midst of this joyful noise—he saw the strangeness and timidity in the eyes of the villagers, as if an invisible barrier separated him from his hometown.

A group of children were not afraid of him, and asked him where he was coming from.

yes, where am I from?

This unintentional question was like a stone falling on the calm water, and a hundred thoughts came to his heart.

His eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't say a word.

In the last days of his life, he lived a semi-secluded life by the mirror lake in his hometown.

His health was not as good as it used to be, and his memories of the past were beginning to blur, and he often dreamed of himself playing in the yard, picking wildflowers and catching butterflies on the hillside, and dreaming of his childhood friends.

Sometimes he was in a trance, sometimes he was sober, and when the weather was good, he sat by the lake and looked at the water in a daze, the four seasons changed colors on him, only the mirror lake was still the mirror lake in his memory.

"Sisi, grandpa is tired and wants to sleep, you go back to sleep too. The old man called in a nanny and took the little granddaughter away.

The little granddaughter jumped away, walked to the door and stopped, turned around and smiled at the old man and said, "Grandpa, you will accompany me to the lake tomorrow to play, good night." ”

The old man didn't agree, and said to his granddaughter with a smile: "Good night, grandpa loves you, and loves Sisi the most." ”

The little girl waved and jumped out the door.

The babysitter helped turn off the lights and closed the door again.

In the dark, the old man looked out the window.

Although he could barely see anything outside, he knew.

This is the hometown, and the outside is the hometown.

Hometown, green mountains and green waters.

With a smile, the old man lay down and closed his eyes.

His heart was at peace.

The secret of immortality is to keep breathing.

Gradually, the old man's breathing stopped.

One day and one night in a certain year, he said goodbye to the world peacefully, and passed away, this prodigal son, who had been wandering abroad for most of his life, got his wish and buried his bones in his hometown.

This is the life of an old man.

"When I left home, I went back,

The country accent has not changed, and the sideburns have declined.

Children don't know each other,

Smile and ask where the guest is from. ”