In the spring, Zhang Jianqiang imitated his father and clumsily took the seedlings to learn to plant seedlings, but he was often taught by his father not to plant the seedlings so densely. When he was tired, he sat on the ridge and wiped his sweat with his muddy hands, making his face dirty. When my father saw it, his face that had been straight all the time showed a smile. The breeze blew, and the father and son laughed inexplicably, and their work seemed to be more energetic.

In summer, in paddy fields full of duckweed, the seedlings have grown to the knees. Zhang Jianqiang would call Zhang Guozhong, who was two years older than him, to catch frogs in the field, then hold them with both hands, put them in the bucket containing the river crabs, and watch the clumsy river crabs' big pincers catch the nimble swimming frogs at once, and then spit out bubbles and slowly eat the frogs. The two of them, in such an afternoon, watched happily for an afternoon, and unconsciously, leaned against the outer wall of the old house that had fallen off the ashes, and dozed off. After waking up, the two people covered in dirt and dust were pulled by their respective families to take a shower by their ears.

In autumn, the rice is golden and the paddy fields are dry and hard. His father gave Zhang Jianqiang a sickle and beckoned him to cut rice together. It's so tiring, how can they be so fast? Zhang Jianqiang looked at his father, who cut a large piece of land after a while, and secretly envied him. The cut rice is piled up together and taken to the rice threshing machine next to it one by one. Zhang Guozhong stepped on the pedal hard, and the rice roller rotated quickly. Zhang Jianqiang smiled and picked up a handful of rice and put it on the roller, but his face hurt when he was hit by a piece of oncoming grains. Zhang Guozhong laughed and said You are so stupid, the rice is reversed, come and fight on my side. Then the two of them stepped on the pedal together, and the rice roller rotated faster, and the grains were scattered, stacking more than one person high, which was precious grain.

Winter, so cold, but the two children love this season the most. A group of people ran in the snowy fields, built snowmen, had snowball fights, threw cannons, and crackled for the New Year. Yes, it's the New Year, and you can finally eat pork. That pig has been raised for a year, so it must be very fat.

Zhang Guozhong called Zhang Jianqiang and came to the pigsty. Two people will argue about who has the big pig and whose pig is fat, and then each looks at his own round pig, shaking his ears, holding his butt to his pig, drooling.

The pigsty is stinky, but the two children love to stay here, especially when the Chinese New Year is approaching.

The snow is falling, snowflakes are falling on the roof of the pigsty, and a thick layer of snow blanket keeps the two children's simple dreams warm.

There is also an old bridge at the entrance of the village, which has been there since a long, long time ago, connecting the outside of the village with the village until a long, long time later.

The water under the bridge is cold, every summer, Zhang Jianqiang and Zhang Guozhong like to soak in the water with a group of children bare-buttocks, and from time to time go to the gravel beach on the shore to turn over the stones to find river crabs, so scared that the little girls cover their eyes and run away for a while, and then run back to point at the boys curiously.

There are also bad things.

I heard that one day many years ago, an old man in the village fell from the bridge and hit his head on the frozen water. The snow was so heavy that it covered the old man's body, and the old man was in a coma for many days, and no one found out and died.

……

Often the heavy past is a simple ending.

When he grew up, Zhang Jianqiang went to serve as a soldier, and returned to the village two years later, but he was unable to return home.

The family's field was sold and converted into a septic tank.

The pigsty next to it was demolished and the ancestral hall was built.

The old bridge at the entrance of the village was smashed and mixed into the concrete road.

The old house, the old house, is gone.

After the death of my parents, it will not be a home, just an old house that occupies a place, and if it is demolished, it will be demolished.

But what about the fields? It has kept us for so many years, and finally let it digest our filthy excrement?

And what about the pigsty? How many children's desires have been in the stinking shed, and finally suppressed by a few clay sculptures?

Maybe it's a good thing that the old bridge is gone, and no one will fall off the bridge in the future, right? Hehe......

Zhang Jianqiang didn't dare to believe it, and he was not reconciled.

Zhang Zhi, Chen Qing, Zhang Zhongguo.

Why do you kill the memories of the past without asking?

Why are you so unscrupulous that you will erase our hometown!

I, I really, really want to go home......

"Jianqiang, why are you so stupid." Zhang Guozhong in front of the camera cried into tears, "Why are you always so stubborn and so nostalgic!" ”

Xu Ping sighed lightly, withdrew the microphone, and then motioned for the photographer to turn off the camera.

She turned her head and glanced at the village.

After the snow, a piece of pure white, a piece of peace.

There is also an obsession, a longing.

At the end of the line of sight, the brand-new cement road turned a corner, extending into the distance that Xu Ping could not see.

Outside the small bungalow next to it, an old man laboriously took out a dilapidated rocking chair from the house, placed it on the artificial grass in front of the door, and then lay down comfortably, lit a cigarette and put it between his fingers.

Villagers at the scene of the murder chirped.

The rocking chair at the scene of the murder is babbling.

Some villages are falling into disrepair.

Some villages have since been renovated.

What was the old man in the rocking chair thinking, and when he looked at this village after the snow, would he feel a familiar touch and a kind sadness?

It's only after the snow that it's business as usual, right......

"Some people have gone out, but some people can't go home."

Cigarette butts fall between your fingers.

……

Foreign country.

Snowflakes are white.

Snowflakes are red.

Snowflakes are green.

Snowflakes are yellow.

……

The streets of the city are bustling with people.

On the corner of the street, someone in the bar is lonely.

In the window position, a young yellow-skinned girl sat alone.

"Chan, aren't you going home?" A bearded foreigner came up to the girl with a wine glass and asked in a non-standard Chinese dialect while picking up the bottle in front of the girl and pouring a little into his own glass, "Don't mind, right?" ”

The girl smiled sweetly, "Eric, okay, the Chinese is getting better and better." ”

"Thank you." Eric picked up the glass, touched it lightly with the girl's, and drank it down.

Chan looked out the window.

At this time, a group of foreigners were watching the lion dance. The drums beat to the beat of the drums, and the lions followed the drums, stepping on several wooden stakes of different heights, and jumping flexibly on the stakes.

Several lions seemed to be fighting for the highest stake, the drums were getting faster and faster, and the competition was becoming more and more fierce, and people were frightened to watch, but they couldn't stop clapping their hands.

After a deafening gong, a lion stood firmly on the top of the stake.

The man took off the lion trap, and it turned out to be a blonde foreign boy. With a smile on his face, he proudly looked at the clapping crowd below.

"That's amazing!" The girl applauded slightly, but her nose was a little sour.

How many years have I not seen such an authentic lion dance.

Eric took a deep look at Chan, poured himself another half glass of wine, walked to the window, and looked at the carnival crowd, "Spring Festival, it's really lively." That mysterious country is truly fascinating. By the way, Chan, you've been in country M for seven years. ”

"Seven years and fourteen days." The girl also poured herself half a glass of wine and tasted it slowly, "That day, I remember that when it was almost the New Year, I saw my parents packing their luggage, and happily thought that I was going to my grandmother's house in the countryside for the New Year......"

"Excuse me, but what is 'nagging'?"

"I almost forgot, you're a foreigner." The girl patted her head, "Grandma, it's Mom's mother, grandmother, OK?" ”

"I know, I know, I learn." Eric stroked his beard.

"Huh." Chan smiled slightly, "Where's that...... Oh, go to my grandmother's house for the New Year......" The girl was silent for a moment, then continued, "I didn't expect it to be immigrants here. ”

"So homesick? I mean house, andfriends. ”

Chan shook his head.

“Why？” Eric was surprised.

"I don't have a home anymore." The girl said lightly.

Eric was a little confused, but soon remembered that Chan's parents had passed away three years earlier.

After returning to China, he passed away.

Tears oozed from the corners of the girl's eyes.

……

Three years ago, Chan's parents received a call from China that Chan's grandmother's house was going to be demolished.

The old man begged and tried his best to stop him, and finally resisted with his own flesh and blood, only to be crushed into the soil by the machine.

Shattered, dead and dead.

Chan's parents rushed back in a hurry, but on the way to the countryside, they accidentally fell into the river next to the road with the car, trapped in the car, and both suffocated to death.

Why don't I want to go home?

Because I don't have a home anymore.

That piece of land, what qualifications do you have for me to go back?

……

But can I fool myself?

Many years ago, the corner of the small bedroom, the big school playground, the friends who made hearts, and the table of grandma made a sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

And that happy family.

……

But they all said that they were terminally ill and that there was no cure, as if they were right.

They say, Ah, the air outside is fresh and sweet, and the moon outside is big and round.

They said, "Why should we dedicate ourselves to a heavy task in this life?" Wouldn't it be nice to go straight to the ready-made and enjoy it!

They said, "Oh, we should go against it."

They also said, when will the salary be paid......

……

The sound of gongs and drums in my ears sounded again, and the lions began to dance again, and the streets of my hometown once upon a time were also so pompous.

The streets of foreign cities are full of lights and joy.

They love the festival more than we do, but where have we left ourselves?

"You're running away." Eric let out a long sigh, waved goodbye, and turned to leave.

Evade?

Evade......

A long dragon flew by, and it was the totem of that country that shone for thousands of years.

It has been glorious, it has fallen, it has been bullied.

Someone took advantage of its weakness to grab the nutrients that had nourished the Chinese people for thousands of years, and slashed the tendons and veins that stretched for thousands of miles.

This knife is a wound that shakes the self-esteem of the foundation.

A hundred years later, it endured the unhealed wounds and rose again in blood, but it could not withstand the suspicion of the righteous who carried the keyboard.

Why are you so cowardly?

Why are you not the same again?

Why can't you give me what I want?

So they're leaving, leaving your home with their home.

Some even stab them again.

The dragon wept silently: Why don't you give me time? Why don't you give me strength?

I'm working so hard, so hard......

You guys go home, okay?

……

In the vast snow, many people were silent.

The snow is buried, and the snow can't be buried.

Whoever sees it doesn't see it.

The half of the sweet potato, the ruined village, the vast land, all have a hometown in their arms, and they are looking forward to some people coming home......