When will the wanderer not be homesick Zhang Baotong 2016.11.29

Whenever I see the public service announcement broadcast by CCTV on the New Year's Homecoming, and see the scene of those wanderers who are working and working in other places hurrying home for the New Year, it will touch the soft and sensitive nerve in my heart, and make me think of my mother's expectations, the smiling faces of my neighbors, the strong New Year's flavor and the reunion of my brothers and sisters. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wanderer is a kite in the sky, the hometown is the place where it takes off, and the string that tugs our hearts is tightly held in the hands of our parents. Therefore, the hometown has become a harbor for wanderers to go out and return.

Expedition and return are the endless life process of the wanderers, the expedition is for the dream in the heart, and the return is to bring the fruits of struggle home. In the process of departure and return, how many moving stories are told.

Have you ever heard the "Homesick Song" in the second chapter of Dvořák's "Symphony from the New World"? The euphemistic and delicate, beautiful and deep melody is full of infinite nostalgia and nostalgia, which makes people listen to the fluttering hearts and feel sad, and we can't help but think of the quiet river valleys, dense forests, high hills and winding paths of our hometown. Let us miss the pasture of our hometown, the flowers, the beautiful sunrise and sunset, the flowers of the four seasons. Even those ordinary days and nights, because of our family and love, have become so beautiful and moving.

I read a Soviet story that made me feel a lot of nostalgia. A young man working in the field has one day to go home to see his elderly mother before going to war. However, when he made the long way back to his hometown, he found that his house was occupied by someone else, and his mother had been killed by German planes. Living in his house was a young strange woman. The woman heard that he had come to visit his mother before going to war, told him about the death of his mother in the bombing, took him to his mother's cemetery, arranged for him to stay at night, and got up early the next morning to cook and see him off. made this soldier feel that although he did not see his mother, he also felt the warmth of his hometown again, and strengthened his determination to go to the battlefield to protect his family and defend the country.

Hometown is the root of our life, imprinted with the genes and habits of our family and ancestors. No matter how far we go to the end of the world, the root knot of life always connects us, so that the farther away from home, the deeper the longing and nostalgia for home.

This makes us easily think of a large number of scholars such as Qian Xuesen and Hua Luogeng, who abandoned their rich life in the United States and returned to their hometown to serve the motherland with the ambition and great ambition of serving the country with science. We leave our hometown in search of our dreams, and the purpose of looking for our dreams is to make life better for us and our parents, and to make our hometown richer. Two years ago, I went to Xidihong Village, a famous residential house in Anhui Province, which tells the story of Huizhou businessmen who went out to work and became rich, and then brought the money they earned back to their hometown to build a house, so they will leave these precious residential buildings today. Aren't the thousands of people who work outside the home send their hard-earned money home to make their parents, wives and children live a better life?

There are also many wanderers who do not return home. It's not that they don't want to go home, but because they don't make any money, they are empty-handed, and they are ashamed to see their parents and family; some people are notorious for stealing chickens and dogs, and they don't dare to go home because they have no shame to face Jiangdong's parents. There are also people who have lost contact with their families because of accidents. In short, having a home and not being able to go back is a tragedy of life and family. Torture the wanderer, but also the parents and family.

Black writer Alex Harry, who wrote a family history novel, Roots, traces his 12 years of research back to his ancestor, Quinta Kent, a black man who was taken into slavery by white slave traders from the west coast of Africa. In 1760, when he was on his own trip, Quinta was taken by whites and trafficked to the Americas along with other blacks. It wasn't until the 70s of the 20th century that the poor wanderer returned to his hometown and saw his relatives after six generations. This should be one of the most tragic experiences and stories in the world.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. When he left home, he returned to his hometown, and his hometown accent did not change, and his sideburns declined. Yes, there is no one in the world who does not have a home, and the wanderer is not homesick. To be homesick is to miss home, and to miss family is to miss relatives in hometown. We can learn these emotions in many homesick poems, songs, family letters and articles, which make us empathize with the wandering and desolate, lonely and sad state of mind of the wanderers living in a foreign land, as well as the longing for their hometown and relatives.

Homesickness is homesickness and homesickness, and if this longing is too long to see, it will slowly turn into a kind of sadness and sorrow. We can savor this feeling in "Homesickness" in the afterglow: "When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp, I was here, and my mother was there. When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, I was at this end, and the bride was at that end. Later, nostalgia was a low grave, I was outside, and my mother was inside. And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, I am at this end, and the mainland is at that end. However, the English poet Shelley said, "The pleasure of sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself." "Homesickness is sad, but it is also sweet and deep. It is nutritious, nourishing and making our hearts feel good, and it also inspires us to bring glory to our parents and hometown.

We are homesick and nostalgic, not because of how beautiful our hometown is, but because it has given us a happy childhood and unforgettable memories. That kind of beautiful scene of innocence, simplicity and carefree is something that cannot be given to us anywhere other than home. Moreover, because there are our relatives and lovers, our innocence and partners, the meaning of hometown is inextricably linked with us. We are a tree that grows in the soil of our hometown, and no matter where we transplant it, our roots are still there.

Our nostalgia for the past, like our genes, clings to the deep kindness that gave birth to them. And our homesickness and homecoming is the Thanksgiving Pictorial. The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. We grew up so big because our parents took care of us with a handful of and urine, and it was the grain, water and soil of our hometown that fed us. They have put too much kindness into our growth and into our life genes. Otherwise, we would be so eager and excited when we feel homesick and go home.

Qingming is homesick, longing to burn a piece of paper on my father's grave, light a few incense, and thank my father for his hard work for our life.

Homesick for the Dragon Boat Festival, eager to eat zongzi, smell the fragrance of rice, walk by the Miluo River, and watch the hometown people row a small boat and walk relatives.

Mid-Autumn Festival homesickness, longing to reunite with his mother and family, tasting moon cakes, and savoring the beautiful artistic conception of "the dew is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown bright".

Homesick for the Spring Festival, longing for the whole world to celebrate, family joy, and enjoy the strong nostalgia and New Year's flavor of the hometown.

Hometown is a song that can never be sung in the bottom of our hearts, hometown is the painting in our eyes that can never be seen, hometown is a tree that will never grow old, and hometown is a memory that can never be erased in our hearts. (To be continued.) )