1. The wanderer's chant

I've been adrift.

When I was a child, I searched for our home in the world with my parents, even though I didn't understand the meaning of wandering, even if I didn't know the warmth and coldness of the world, but I was sure that I was drifting. Parents are wanderers, and they are the tears that never fall in the eyes of grandparents. Thanks to my parents, I have lived a hard life since I was a child. I never seemed to ask for anything, since I have a memory, in my dreams, the most appearing are the two dilapidated tiled houses, the bright summer sun will "affectionately" shine on my already dark face, and the cold wind of winter will mercilessly carve deep marks on my body, so that I understand that what I am waiting for quietly is to give me a permanent home after my parents have wandered.

I finally have a home.

I deliberately covered up the scars of my childhood. It's a pity that I just understood the meaning of waiting, and the helplessness of my parents when they were adrift was more painful than the scars, I didn't understand. Or, destined to one day wander to find the tears left by my parents.

Destiny is not permanent.

The death of my father made me realize the meaning of idioms such as "treachery, betrayal, and homekeeping". I want to be a wanderer, and in the depths of Daba Mountain, I am afraid of waking up my father's sleeping soul. Be a wanderer, just so that my mother can sew the clothes that will accompany me on my long journey with peace of mind. When I carried the bags of heavy cement on the construction site, I was afraid that I would wear out the thread in my mother's hand; When I picked up the stack of greasy plates, I was afraid of shattering my mother's dream of waiting; When I quietly picked up my book, I was afraid to see my dark future.

I want to find my future.

I'm back in the classroom I've been in for a long time, but my heart has been wandering. My mother put down the clothes that were "densely sewn before leaving" and began her middle-aged wandering, but it was me who was "afraid of returning late". My mother followed the path she had been, just to give me peace of mind, just to let me add the never-ending poem to the book.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs!

2. Strangers

Since the age of eighteen, I have been in a foreign land, a different foreign land.

When I was studying, I was still restless, I always wanted to wander, I didn't know where my roots were, I wanted to find a pure land, to torture my heart.

I once traced the footprints of history as a tour guide, and recorded the names of many heroes in the history of Beijing, Xi'an, Luoyang, and the ancient capital of Kaifeng; In Shaolin Temple, in Huayan Temple, in Wutai Mountain, and in the scriptures of the Emeiding Zen Master, how many souls have been exceeded; In the smoke of the battlefield in Shanghai Beach, in Lushun Bend, in Lugou Bridge, and in Taihang Mountain, there are many calls from strangers. However, these places can't leave my footprints, I can only wander, the stage of history interprets beauty and ugliness, good and evil, she completely ignores the feelings of strangers, she completely ignores the joys and sorrows of the wanderer.

Until one day, I found a temporary home, quietly, I fell at Xun Qing's feet.

It's a paradise, but the winter in Taoyuan is still cold, and I came to this long-forgotten town as a volunteer teacher. "No accumulation of steps, no thousands of miles", you know that I am from Shu thousands of miles away; "If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become rivers and seas", you see that the water of the Qin River is flowing to the east endlessly. Because of one person, I understand that ice and water are for it, and why it is cold for water. A pinch of loess, so that love is speechless; A handful of clear springs, so that hatred is silent.

I had to leave, and my mother's sudden illness brought me back to my hometown, and at the bedside I cried out: Please hold my hand harder, tighter, tighter! This hand full of pinholes doesn't even have the strength to grasp a pill, but do you feel that this person who loves you the most is talking to you with his heart? You clearly felt it, the first time you held my hand so firmly and strongly, the nurse couldn't find the veins in your left hand, but I found it, and there was blood flowing in it! Tomorrow, you can still serve me food with your left hand, knit a sweater for me with your left hand, and wave goodbye to me with your left hand!

Mother is strong, it's just a nightmare, and it's getting better every time. I might have to give up wandering because I can't forget my mother's vision in a nightmare. Okay, then find a stable job, or, in the geographical coordinates of China, I should find a place, even if it is not eternal, I want my mother to know that those tears in the past, watered a certain soil, where I learned to grow, where I ended up drifting.

There is a high hall at home, not far away!

3. Hometown feelings

I still haven't been able to get my wish.

Or maybe I'm wrong, I didn't understand the true meaning of wandering, and the footprints of the past have long been buried in the sand. "Son, settle down!" Settle down, but where is my way? I don't pursue it anymore, time polishes my passion, to this land that has given birth to countless martyrs, tell my family, I will be stable, but when will I be able to keep your heart from drifting with me.

It's three autumns in a flash. In the past three autumns, I have experienced too much, just like the fallen leaves drifting in the wind, constantly looking for a home; In the past three autumns, this fallen leaf has also turned into spring mud and dust, welcoming one spring after another; In the past three autumns, I have experienced seemingly smooth work changes, walked through strange cities, and met strange people; In these three autumns, I am like a wandering singer, singing nursery rhymes that only my grandfather can understand.

Grandpa said: This line, everything goes well; This line is to prevent villains; This line of work, don't be old. I don't understand my grandfather's philosophy, and I don't understand the mystery in it, so I gave the old man a little money, waved his sleeves, and took away the spring breeze in northeast Sichuan.

The rhododendrons on Mount Wumeng have not yet bloomed in a hurry, and my footsteps have not yet come to a halt. After several trips back and forth, I was not tired. It wasn't until I woke up from a nightmare that I knew the speed of my soul, and overnight, I traveled a long way from the banks of the Jialing River to the deep mountains of Wumeng just to say goodbye to me. When I came back, the old man was gone, the old man lay there quietly, I laid your soul with tears, tired, grandpa, supported a home with one leg, and said goodbye to the desolation of this life with a word.

A few families were red and tearful, and the cuckoo cried blood and forgot to fly south.

Another tearful glance. Year after year, I was just an incompetent grave sweeper, I didn't even have time to pull out the weeds, I didn't kowtow to bow in front of two graves less than ten meters apart, and the flying coins were never wet with tears.

With two great women, follow me, drift away.

When I returned to that familiar place again, I stood on the top of the mountain. Facing the familiar wind and the familiar thatch, the pole is the tiled house that is about to collapse and the two tombs guarding the home, I think of the familiar nursery rhyme:

The baby went to the scene today, wanted to eat candy, and panicked.

Grandpa repairs tiled houses at home, big tiled houses, so cool.

The baby grows up and goes to a distant place, earns more money, and picks up her mother-in-law.

Grandpa is inexplicably old, looking at his grandson, tears in his eyes.