The thick flavor of the year will wet everything in my heart! In recent years, my hometown has become a place where wanderers in a foreign land linger. You can smell the smell of that year in the fresh air. In this gust of wind, it seems that there is still a kind call from my parents in my hometown.
Every December, most people will stand on the shoulders of the years and look around. Parents in the countryside will stand on the mountain and look at the children around them. Children in a foreign land quietly watch the way home in the gap of time. Everyone has fixed their unique feelings in the place where they were born and raised!
The unchangeable local accent has become a unique imprint of everyone walking in a different place. In the conversation between fellow villagers, every sentence is full of greetings and deep thoughts about my hometown, and every word involves the place I can't give up the most-my hometown.
When the cries of selling Laba porridge and brown sugar in the street are floating in my ears, there are always some ups and downs in my heart. I can't help but think of Laba porridge that my mother cooked all night before the Chinese New Year every year, and brown sugar that was fried all over the house. Now a person is sitting under the desk lamp, recalling the taste of childhood, opening the phone address book, dialing the phone number with his family and chatting about his favorite food full of childhood memories.
A piece of delicious food evokes a long-hidden acacia, and a phone call at home will disturb that calm heart for a long time. After more than 20 years, I often ask myself at my desk at night, have you found the connection between yourself and your hometown? In the long winter night, this question has appeared many times, and I always ask myself unconsciously every time. Finally, I found that the answer has become more and more vague.
For me, my hometown is a warm bird's nest, and cooking smoke is a trace of romance in rural life. The appearance of my hometown in the winter sunshine is like a nail deeply nailed into my chest. I often look at the places I care about, and there is hope at the end of my sight, just like the beginning of a sitcom. At the moment of the epidemic, I was more deeply concerned about my relatives and lovers, and I loved my hometown more enthusiastically!
The long journey home is the most desirable journey. When the destination on the ticket becomes my hometown, from the moment I set foot on my hometown land, I feel that I am facing the sea and spring is blooming.
About the author:
Sun Yao, pen name Zhi Nuo. Chinese teacher in middle school, member of Dazhou Writers Association. His works are scattered in Huaxi Newspaper, Dazhou New Newspaper, Yuexi Education Weibo, Yuexi Education Sports Edition, Fujiangchao, Ba Literature, New Xuanhan and other newspapers.
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