At the age of 22, I came to this strange city with my luggage on my back, but I didn't expect to return to my hometown many years later.
I still remember that day clearly. My parents got up after four o'clock in the morning and were busy in the kitchen for a long time, cooking all my favorite dishes. My mother, who has been busy at ordinary times, sat next to me and looked at me tenderly, urging me to eat more. Reluctant eyes make me afraid to look more. My father told me from room to room not to forget this and that. I have never seen my father like this. I always remember him firmly.
When I got on my father's battery car and went out, the stars and the cold crescent moon were still hanging in the sky last night. I rushed to the bus stop in town, the familiar intersection. From high school to college, countless parents accompanied me to wait for the bus here in the morning. It's just that they didn't expect to send their daughter away again and again. If I had known this, I wonder if they would have done it again?
Finally, the first bus arrived, and before my father could explain more, he hurriedly stuffed the suitcase and me into the car. I chose the last row, because when I looked back, I could see my parents disappearing, and I couldn't help crying. Later on the phone, my father told me that my mother cried a lot after I was put on the bus that day. My mother has always been a strong woman. My father said that she had never cried like this since I knew her. Maybe my mother thought her daughter would drift away.
This bus put me on the train for this city. At that time, I never thought that my hometown would become a foreign land, but a foreign land became my second hometown.
I studied in this city for three years, gained knowledge, increased my knowledge, graduated smoothly, and found a job where I can settle down. On the day of signing the contract, I spoke to my father on the phone. The first time I talked to my father on the phone for so long, I said I found a job. My dad said that as long as you feel good, he only said that your mother is still looking forward to your graduation and coming home. I heard his happiness and loss. Just like when I was in my third year of high school, I told him that I was admitted to Fudan as a graduate student and returned the train ticket to my home for an interview. That's what I heard at that time. But for her so-called ideal, her daughter chose the distance again and again.
Later, I found a boyfriend in this city, so I took him home. My mother said she didn't sleep well that night. At that moment, she realized that I was really gone, and I couldn't snuggle up to her like before. She always hoped that her daughter could marry nearby and go back to her parents' home from time to time to taste the dishes cooked by her mother, so that Lala would be at home. The favorite young man, however, became a family in this city and gave birth to the child he was looking for. Mother said: "Don't worry too much about us, live your own life and run your own small home." Since then, I have changed from a host to a guest when I go home again.
Some people say that since I left my hometown, I have never seen spring and autumn in my hometown. Yes, I go home every year, whether it is hot summer or cold winter, but I haven't seen that beautiful hometown for more than ten years, let alone the Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival.
"I have time to go once in a while, and the old trees are all built." Every year when I go home, my home is changing. I went home one year, planned my hometown city, built many new roads and changed the bus route. When I took the familiar route out of town, I couldn't find my way home. Later, the village was demolished and the small courtyard became a building. My mother repeatedly told me how to get to my new home on the phone, but I still couldn't find it. It seemed that I had been in a strange place and wandered on the road for a long time before I found my parents who had been waiting at the intersection for a long time.
The folks at home say that after staying outside for so many years, they can still speak our words when they come back. I have gradually lost my hometown, and speaking my hometown dialect has become my only insistence. Because there is almost no chance to speak my hometown dialect in this city, even with my hometown people, I feel that speaking Mandarin seems to be a better expression. Speaking hometown dialect is a bit lisping. But as soon as I get back to my hometown, I have to transfer to my hometown immediately. Only in this way can I feel that I am really back.
Su Shi asked Rounu in Dingfeng: "How can Lingnan be bad?" Rounu said, "This place of peace of mind is my hometown." Yes, this peaceful place is my hometown. What an enlightened woman. However, even if we are at home, we can only be on the road. At dusk, our hometown is still a place full of dreams.
Finally, the lyrics of Qin Xiaoxian's Peace of Mind are attached. Although Lao Qin is a crosstalk performer, his deep voice still explains the vicissitudes of this song:
I left my hometown that year.
Change from hometown to hometown
I go once in a while when I have time.
The old tree became a building.
People come and go these years.
Life dilutes ideals.
Always used to looking back.
Think about mom's soup.
Love hesitates between love and hate.
Born in a hurry between life and death
How long is life, but yearning
Peace of mind is home.
People come and go these years.
Life dilutes ideals.
Always used to looking back.
Think about mom's soup.
Love hesitates between love and hate.
Born in a hurry between life and death
How long is life, but yearning
Peace of mind is home.
Love hesitates between love and hate.
Born in a hurry between life and death
How long is life, but yearning
Peace of mind is home.
And I can only be on the road.