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Homesickness is a wisp of smoke.
Homesickness is a floating cloud.
Homesickness is the long and slow Fuxi River in my hometown town. Whenever and wherever, it always gurgles in the hearts of wanderers far from home.
However, the hometown that haunts me is a misty mountain. The fog in the mountains is sometimes far away and sometimes blurred. Whenever I think of it, I will forget it. Whenever I want to forget it, it will clearly emerge in front of me. ...
I come from a small town, which is my hometown.
I miss my hometown. I miss everything in my hometown. I miss the faint morning fog and oblique sunset in the town, the wisps of smoke and winding alleys in the town, the patches of blue tiles on the roof of every family in the town, and the wisps of rain under the eaves of every family in the town. ...
However, what impressed me most was the narrow slate street and the quietly flowing Fuxi River in my hometown.
I was born in a small street called Qianjin Road by Fuxi River, which was my childhood paradise.
I haven't seen Fuxi River since I can remember. All year round, there is always gurgling water flowing in front of my window lattice, clear and cool, playing music. As soon as I saw thirsty passers-by holding up the river to drink, I thought of the soft and sweet tofu pudding made by the "Caoji Hotel" by the bridge, probably because the beans were soaked in the river and made into pulp! Whenever the sun climbs the East Mountain and a new day begins, we can always see small town women washing clothes and playing cloth on the stone pier by the river in twos and threes. We will also come to the river in droves to chase and play. I remember at that time, one of our favorite games was to play "diving" with some broken tiles and flat pebbles picked up by the river. The friends carefully selected the broken tiles and pebbles by the river for fear that others would see them first, because these flat "tools" suitable for small hands are directly related to the outcome of the game. As a result, the search and harvest by the river were so full that I couldn't put them in my pocket, so I used my pocket and held them in my hand. Because of the ups and downs of the river, some places along the river are quite slippery, and friends have ignored them. Some fell, some became big faces. After everyone found it, they all gathered in the low-lying place by the river, piled up their own "utensils" and spread them out one by one. As a result, the slowly flowing Fuxi River set off waves of ripples and waves of laughter. ...
The town is a misty poem after another, and my childhood was immersed in this rich poetry.
Every morning, the hunchback old man who knocked on the crispy banger and pulled his long tail to sell "beans-flowers-seeds" told me more than once that this town is as old as a slate on the road ahead. I don't know how many times I counted the slate of scraggy in the small street with my heart, and I don't know how many times I pestered my grandfather to tell me about the town. Grandpa always looks like an old pedant at this time, shaking his head and telling me the story of Deng Jingguan.
A folk song left by the first generation, "sandals cross the river and sit on a lion and laugh, and the river jumps for a tiger." Thousands of people hold hands during the day, and thousands of lights are lit at night. There are generals guarding horses inside and millions of soldiers outside. Ride on the back of Qinglong, cross the river with the dragon, roar across the river and swim to Douzi Village. "It not only depicts the steep and peculiar landform of Dengjingguan Town, but also summarizes the landform around the town, reflecting the beautiful scenery of Dengjingguan salt production, transportation and marketing in history.
Grandpa also told me that during the heyday of artesian well salt, Deng Jingguan, located at the intersection of Fuxi River and Tuojiang River, was the only place where well salt went out of Sichuan. An amphibious dock full of boats and cars makes Deng Jingguan stand out among many towns in southern Sichuan. It is also to make full use of the transportation advantages of the two rivers. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, a large number of industrial and mining enterprises have chosen sites around Dengjingguan, thus creating the splendid artistic conception of this small town for decades.
Later, with my colorful childhood dreams, with the pride, simplicity and shyness of the town, I followed my father to school in a distant foreign land.
Later, I learned in the book that the unique humanities and local stories made me re-understand the cultural heritage of this century-old town.
Later, I learned that many painters were born in this town, such as Zou, Xie Mingming, Tang, Zeng,. There is also a composer named Wang Xiren and a comedian named Shen Fa. ...
So I am in a foreign land, and I miss my homeland for 30 years more and more. I have been in a foreign land for 30 years, homesickness in my heart for 30 years, and the town in my dream for 30 years. In many dreams, my friends and I played swimming under a small stone bridge, and also played a "diving" competition with loud laps by the Fuxi River. In many dreams, I sat in the ancient and bright "Caoji Hotel" and tasted the bean curd sweetly. In many dreams, I still waited for the steaming red soup "Deng Chaoshou" to be served as in those years. I thought about it while eating, counting one by one, for fear of missing one. After eating, I wiped off the green leaves one by one, and then poured all the bone red soup into my stomach. At this time, I slurped my mouth, as if trying to keep the taste of wonton soup in my mind, and finally left without thinking much. ...
Whenever the golden breeze sends a cool autumn, Yan Zi, who returns to the south, takes away my deep affection for my hometown. In the spring of spring, Hongyan from the north brought back a piece of affection from relatives and friends in his hometown. On the phone and in the letter, I told the change of the town again and again, changing my homesickness dream again and again-
The old slate street has disappeared, and brand-new cement pavements extend in towns and alleys. New streets have also been built, and brand-new buildings have sprung up on old houses. ...
"Cao Ji Hotel" has also been expanded into a beautifully decorated three-story "Cao Ji Restaurant". Exquisite beancurd is still fragrant, and beautifully made beancurd dipped in water welcomes the "delicious mouth" from south to north every day. ...
Ah! Small town, my hometown. I miss your simplicity and honesty in the past, and I am even more delighted with your prosperity and wealth today. The more perfect my dream town is, the more urgent my homesickness is.
"The mountains in other places are good, and the water in other places is clear, so it's hard to lock my love for my hometown ..." The song "Homesickness" faintly heard from the opposite building window made me, a wanderer in a foreign land, hear the call of the town again.
Tonight, I think I should dream again! Because in Dengjingguan, whenever there is a festival, almost every hostess will cook two dishes-boiled white meat and Baba meat. No matter how skilled they are, they will work hard for it. It seems that only in this way can the festival be complete. Just like a beautiful woman who can't drink, when she sees that the man she likes is drunk, she starts to say something grandiose on her desk and often drinks the cup without thinking. We know that at this time, she is not practicing drinking, but sending a signal.
The family dinner is ready, just waiting for those who want to go. I should also write an invitation and entertain you with a suggestion from Bai Juyi to my friend Liu:
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
Ah! Hometown, your misty mountain, the fog in the mountain ...
Ah! Nostalgia, your wisp of smoke, your floating clouds. ...