My hometown is here, and I will always be a child

This hot holiday, as netizens said, is 'a little busy'. 'Busy' means I'm always on the go. On the tour that ended last week, I was tanned like I had gone to Africa. His hands were darker than ever, and his right hand was even darker because of the photograph.

I wanted to take a good break, but I received a call from the fat fifth uncle and immediately decided to set off to return to my hometown. The fifth aunt is from my cousin's family, and she married into our big family at the age when I changed my teeth. When I was in my hometown and when I returned to visit relatives, my fifth aunt's home was my favorite place to go, and my fifth aunt also gave me motherly care. Therefore, when I received a call from my fifth uncle, I left without the slightest hesitation.

There are no flights from Xi'an to Nanyang, so the way to go home is either by car or by train. After the argument, it was decided to take the train back that night. I didn't expect to be able to buy a hard seat. There is a more than seven-hour journey from Xi'an to Nanyang, and I panic at the thought of sitting for so long.

When we say 'must', we actually mean that we can't give up the call of family affection.

It's sad to say, but the last time I went back to my hometown was eight years ago. If I return to my hometown in the past few years, it will be the last journey to send my relatives to the world. It was as if nothing else could get me going.

Among all the family affection in my hometown, the one that involves the most is my wet nurse and my mother. My nurse is the person who loves me the most in the world, although the old man has passed away for many years, the voice and smile are always in my mind, and I miss and miss her very much. Whoever returns to his hometown must go and worship. It's just that I never shed a cry at the grave, on the contrary, I always rejoice. When I walked to the cemetery, I could always feel that my mother was looking at me and smiling kindly as she did when she was alive. Therefore, I am also smiling. Then I said, "Mother, I'm here to see you......

It's the same this time. When I got off the bus in Nanyang, I saw the classmate who picked me up, and told him: You will send me to the nurse's Anzhong Village today, and then you will leave, and I have decided to walk back to Gaozhuang from Anzhong.

The classmates were puzzled: What are you doing when you have walked so far?

"Not far away, this road started in the fourth month of my birth, from holding it to walking on my own, it took 16 years. I must revisit this path today. I came back with my camera this time. ”

Classmate: I can't say, what are you going to do on such a hot day?

After burning the paper, I just left. I'm thrilled and excited to get back on this path. The road from Anzhong to Gaozhuang is only a little wider now than it was then, and the road is paved with our local unique 'Ginger Stone'. The road is still the same, the village is still the same. Walking on the road, I am still the same, and I always feel that my mother is still like in the past, standing at the intersection of Anzhong Village and looking at me from afar, until I approached the former Yantou Village, and my mother could not see me.

Therefore, when I turned to the north-south road leading to Qianyantou Village, I subconsciously looked back and looked in the direction where my mother used to stand......

My mother may not have imagined that many years later, I will still walk on this road alone. If she knew, she would be happy.

I can't let my mother see me crying. So, I raised my head and let myself laugh.

This road, which I have walked for 15 years, looks like it is the same as it was in the past year, and the roadside is still a field of crops that are growing happily. It's just that the crops are slightly different, and peanut fields can now be seen everywhere. The village has barely changed, with only a few more two-storey buildings.

When the small bridge appeared, I didn't know what to do for a moment: how did I get to Gaodian Village so quickly?

When I was a child, it took a long time to get here from Anzhong. And when I got here, I was scared, and I was always worried about falling off the bridge. Now that worry is gone, the river has dried up, and only the stone bridge has been spared. Coming here so quickly shows that I've grown my legs.

I deliberately passed through Gaodian Village. Because when I walked from that shortcut road in the past, I was still as scared as I was when I was a child, because there were too many graveyards.

After passing through the village, Gaozhuang Village saw it, and I was excited when I looked at it from afar. When I looked in the direction of my grandfather's house, the neat and tall two-story building struck me as unfamiliar. In the past, I saw my grandfather's house at the head of the village.

When I was still some distance from the village, a man on an electric motorcycle passed by from behind, stopped and looked back at me and said, "It's Duo'er, you're back."

I looked at this gray-haired old man, ah, it was my homeroom teacher in elementary school, Mr. Wang!

I hurriedly put down the big bag in my hand and bowed forward quickly: Teacher Wang, it's you!

At this time, an old man who also rode an electric motorcycle in the back said: I also taught you. Do you remember me?

When I looked back, the skinny old man was just déjà vu. Teacher Wang said: He is the Zhou ..... of Zhouzhuang

"You are Teacher Zhou who taught me chemistry, I remember. It's just that you have changed so much, you were the handsome guy in the school at that time!" I say it from the bottom of my heart, because the current teacher is a miniature version.

Teacher Zhou said: How many years have passed, and now I am retired.

They all came to participate in the same thing, my uncles are all teachers, and the fat fifth uncle teaches elementary school. Later, I met all the teachers who taught me in elementary school.

Teacher Wang asked me to sit in the back of his car and take me with him. I didn't want to sit because I was worried about falling off. Besides, it's not far from my fifth uncle's house. I can't get emotionally down when I get to the door, and I can't cry, but what can I do.

But Mr. Wang couldn't help but say, pressed my things on the car, and then said, "Sit on."

Hehe, no matter how big a student is, he is also a primary school student in front of the teacher. So, I obeyed the order and sat down in the back of the teacher's car. I thought to myself, when I was a teacher and a student, I couldn't dream of this treatment.

Later, when I met several of my elementary school teachers, I was crying and immediately wiped away my tears, and then walked forward as fast as I could, bowing and greeting. My gray-haired teachers would straighten their backs and say to the guests around them, "I taught her for a few years."

When I returned to my birthplace, I dissolved into the original family. The elders called me by my name. It's the second sister (the second biggest) who calls me more. My younger brothers and sisters who grew up still protect me as before, and if anyone wants to come and say something to me, they will come over to help.

However, I felt more of a concern that I couldn't stand in the end. That is, now that life in the countryside is better, I came back a few years ago and found that the people in the village have become fat. They're fat, and it's weird to look at me. From the distant aunt she met from the first person, she said with a surprised expression: Baby, why did you lose weight like this?

I'll explain: I've just come back from a trip and I'm tanned, so I'm thin.

However, this kind of surprise is when you meet ten people, and ten people say, how many people you meet, how many people you meet, how many people are surprised: Why are you so thin? Look how high the bones in your neck are! You were chubby when you were at home!

Alas, the whole village said so when they saw me. When they told me that I was thin, I was upset, and I felt that I was sick!

Because I keep hearing that I am too thin to look good, I don't eat staple food, but I have eaten big steamed buns one by one these days, hoping to get fat quickly. Another reason to eat steamed buns is that the new wheat steamed buns in my hometown are really delicious. And the people in my hometown always looked like a fat girl who loved steamed buns when she left home at the age of 16.

I remembered that the last time I came back, when everyone said this about me, my fifth uncle couldn't hold on and said: "You can lose weight now, you don't understand."

I also know in my heart that this is because my old family cares about me, just as I see the hearts of my fellow villagers. For example, when I was walking on the north-south road leading to Qianyantou that day, I saw an elderly blind man groping with his bare back in a sweet potato seedling on the side of the road. This sweet potato seedling is very interesting, and it is the only one planted straight along the roadside and in the corn field.

When I saw the blind man's difficult appearance, I felt uneasy: Come, I'll give you money, you will soon be ready.

When he heard this, he said with a solemn expression and a resolute voice: "Why are you giving me money?" I don't need it, I don't know you, how can I ask for your money.

I was really shocked by the words of the blind fellow: Take it, I am from here.

Him: I don't want it, I don't know you. I asked for your money, how can I repay you. Since I can't repay you, I can't ask for it, so who are you and where do you live?

"I'm from Gaozhuang, you don't know me. "I speak in my hometown dialect, but I'm curious about how I can speak my hometown dialect again? When I came back a few years ago, I didn't speak it anymore, and I communicated with my family in Mandarin.

"Oh, you are from Gaozhuang, so-and-so is my old cousin, do you know me? ”

When I heard that he knew the people in our village, I felt that I couldn't let him know whose child I was: "I work outside, and I don't need to repay it for such a small amount of money." Grab it, pack it, and don't lose it. "I didn't say how much, I was worried that he wouldn't want to.

"I just can't ask for it. If you don't say where you live, I can't repay your kindness, I can't ask for it. As he spoke, he fumbled in the sweet potato seedlings again.

He fumbled this time, and I could see what he was doing.

That's amazing! It turned out that he was pulling grass. After seeing the sweet potato seedling field behind him, the respect came spontaneously! It's really what everyone says: 'God will not starve to death blind sparrows.' ’

There was not a single weed in the seedlings behind the grass he had plucked, but the grass that had not been plucked in front of him was overgrown with small grass. He threw the grass out of the way, not littering, but neatly placing handfuls on the side of the road, as straight as a line behind him. From the dry state of the grass put aside indicates that he has been dialing for a few days.

From this, it can be concluded that this sweet potato field is his ration, and it can be determined that he planted sweet potatoes in a place that is not used by people on the roadside.

Seeing this scene, I am full of respect for this hard-working and self-reliant fellow: You take it quickly, I don't need you to repay it. I don't pity you, but I respect you. Hurry up and put it in your waist bag, don't lose it. I folded the money and stuffed it into his hand.

He still said no, but at this moment an old man rode by and said, "Ouch, you really met a living bodhisattva today, where did you meet a bodhisattva?"

I don't like this title for the past few years, and the sky used to call me that. I really didn't expect to hear this title again when I returned to my hometown. I was a little disappointed and didn't pay attention to the old man who said this.

The venerable blind fellow didn't say anything anymore, his expression was a little uninteresting, he held the money, lowered his head and continued to pull the grass.

Seeing him like this, I felt as if I was not helping him, but making him feel a psychological burden. Honorable people!

I stubbornly helped him, at first I pitied him, and then I admired him. In addition, I have always believed that if I help those in need, I will gain more, and it is really 'leaving a lingering fragrance in my hands'. Otherwise, I would be unhappy.

For this, thank you to the blind folks for letting me have incense in my hands, thank you.

Continuing to move forward, I just entered the entrance of Qianyantou Village, and a strong smell of urine rushed to my nose. I saw it coming from a thatched hut built on the side of the road that was not a toilet. An elderly man in the shed was lying upside down with his feet dangling from a large circle chair. Judging from his posture, he leaned back out of control, and the chair rolled back and rested on the wall before it fell to the ground. His head went straight to the ground, struggling to sit up with his neck raised.

Seeing this scene, I hurriedly walked into the shed: Do you need to help me up?

This is an old man who urinate and defecates, and he can't answer my words.

I put my bag down and grabbed the back of my chair hard. But it's too heavy to hold on. At this time, the old man's head and hands were twisted, and I was a little scared.

Exiting the shed, I looked towards the village. I saw a middle-aged woman looking at me not far away, and I beckoned to her: Please come and do me a favor.

When she heard this, she turned and went into the courtyard.

How can you do that! You should be familiar with such a close distance.

I looked at the old man anxiously, and there was nothing I could do for a while. At this time, I saw a young man coming by on a motorcycle, and I stood on the road and gestured to him to stop. He stopped the car with a blank face.

I said, "Help the old man up, it's too dangerous."

After the man got out of the car with a blank face, he went into the thatched hut and straightened the old man's chair, and then rode away. The woman on the bicycle who passed with him said, "We are on this team." You're a county cadre, right?

I laughed but didn't answer.

At this time, the old man began to move his hands, and the complexion on his face eased. Looking at his state, I was arguing whether to put down some money. Looking at the condition inside the shed, it was an old man who could be called an abandonment, and a stall of gnocchi rice was poured on the table, probably for him to eat on his stomach. Seeing that he was completely incapable of living, he couldn't control and couldn't spend the money he left behind.

I left the shed sadly, and as I walked forward, I still wondered if I should leave some money behind. In the end, it was decided that I couldn't leave the money in someone else's hands.

Seeing the old man like this, I thought a lot in my heart. People are old, and it's really pitiful. Thinking that the old man's eyes were not demented, he must have been a handsome man when he was young. But now it's really better to live than to die. What's even more tragic is that even the ability to die is useless.

Alas, man.......

Thinking about the last trip I made to my hometown to send my fifth aunt this time, my heart was not just rippling. I thought to myself, when I go back, I must tell the king, if you love me, you will only do one thing for me in this life: if I reach this point one day, then ask the king to help me liberate, and not let me suffer for a second longer.

……

When I returned to my hometown, I became a little doll again. It's a strange feeling, on the one hand, the family treats me as an adult and discusses things with me, and on the other hand, they treat me like a child and let me go around the village to play.

I can't pretend to be an adult myself, and take the time to sit and play in this house and that house in the village. The adults I knew enthusiastically talked to me about what must have happened with them when I was a kid at home. Because our village has a high surname, there is a strict seniority. They could all call me by name, and I could only remember what they should call them, but I wasn't sure if they were aunts or sisters-in-law.

Maybe when I was a child, I had a good impression at home, and people in the village who knew me came to see me. In order to reduce the error rate and make fellow relatives feel that I have not forgotten them. I only call them aunts or sisters-in-law. That's it, there are still a few cases of error.

I took the time to go to the big ditch to the north of the village. This is also a must-visit place for this homecoming.

Walking on the road leading to the ditch, the blue sky and white clouds overhead, the green beside you, the bleating of the sheep in the field and the melodious singing of chickens and geese in the village have converged into the most beautiful pastoral symphony, and also constitute the most beautiful rural picture. At this time, I was walking alone on the dirt road in the countryside, accompanied by the fragrance of grass, and when I saw this scene, I smiled sweetly: the same blue sky, the same green grass, this is the place where I was born and raised.

With the same simple heart, I like this land the same, no matter how far I go, the ditches and bridges of this black land are all remembered in my mind. Walking here, I am still the same heart, still the little doll.

At this time, the past was replayed as quickly as a movie rewind: I picked up ears of wheat, I picked cotton, I caught grasshoppers, and I crossed the bridge with water flowing through the ditch. I picked up the soft ground with my little sisters after the rain......

All of this is a fairy tale past, in which I grew up to be a little girl taller than my little sisters. I grew taller and rarely came back to Xi'an, but I came back three times over the years.

This is one of my fondest memories, in a sense I love the countryside and villages that are more beautiful than the paradise.

When I came to Daqugou and stood on the bridge, what I saw in front of me made me feel like I was crossing through the world. The bridge is still there, and the river is covered with grass and wildflowers. I smiled happily, laughing at myself that it was best to come back, sooner or later, it was all dry earth ditches, and how desolate it would be.

The big ditch is an artificial river, and the crystal clear ditch in my memory is so beautiful. The river is overgrown with aquatic plants, edges and corners, and fish swim freely. When we were children, we used to play here. It's just that the impression is that this place is far from the village.

Standing on the bridge, I once again remembered the only story my grandmother told me: the story of two ironmen.

I laughed at the thought of this......

The big ditch, the place where I grew up. I was left with the most beautiful appearance in the past and today. Perhaps, in the future, when I think of the flowers full of ditches here, I will replace the fertile river in my memory, which will become my constant attachment to my hometown.

On the way back, I met another team of uncles who were herding sheep: Duo'er, do you remember what you said last time you came back?

"Hehe, I remember, why don't I remember. I laughed when I answered.

What he said was the last time I came back and told him: "Uncle Dadui, do you remember the time when my uncle and I were swimming in the lotus root pit in the village, and we fell into the dark pit and couldn't touch the ground, and we sank into the water and hugged each other?

Uncle Dadui: I don't remember, when you two were only seven or eight years old, I was swimming, and I saw hair fluttering in the distance. Hurriedly went over and hugged it, and saw that it was the two of you......

Haha, for some reason, I want to laugh when I think about it, because I can't see how big my watered belly is, and my uncle's round belly like a watermelon makes me really want to laugh.

I remembered that my uncle came to Xi'an to see me five years ago, and it was the first time I mentioned this matter: Do you remember that year, when we fell into the lotus root pit?

Uncle: Why don't you remember, my mother's leg almost drowned!

Haha..... haha.....

The big pile of uncles in front of me couldn't stop laughing at me, and said puzzledly: This baby, why can't it grow a mile!

Ha ha.....

My hometown is here, and I will always be a child!

2014－8－16