A touch of warm prose dripping from my heart

in January in the north, the wind should be biting, the air should be cold, it should be barren and desolate, or it should be snowing all over the sky. However, this winter is surprisingly warm. Just like the burgundy scarf hanging on the hanger, you can't help but want to approach and touch it. So, gently take it off, it is very soft, and wrap it around your neck again.

The sunshine outside the house freely squeezed in through the glass window and fell on the long scarf. The four yellow words: "Voice of my hometown" suddenly shone brightly, that kind of golden light. The mood suddenly warmed to the extreme, and a little happiness filled my heart.

those trivial, jumping up and down in my mind, happy, melancholy, familiar and unfamiliar faces, floating in front of me vividly and without hierarchy, and that little red mandarin jacket, even more dangling in my mind. Taking it out of the cowhide bag, the white words "Voice of Hometown Folk Charity Team" stood out, and I smiled inexplicably. At this moment, whether it is an unconscious smile or that little jacket, the meaning is very special. Put it on the bed, smooth it, arrange it according to the wrinkles, and put it in the deepest part of the wardrobe. Looking at the red jacket lying there quietly, I was thinking: how long will it take to shake it off?

the voice of my hometown, I became attached by chance. This all comes from Director Hao and the team of GSLS Culture Salon. I was glad and wanted to escape. The warmth of this collective will make your heart calm down slowly, and your friendship will be polished and stained by time. You can't let it go after all ...

Simply, just spread out the paper and pen, open your heart, let the sunshine live in, and let all your worries go with the pen tip ...

To be honest, I didn't know the stone at first, but I saw his appearance for the first time, which was still a 1-kilometer walking contest. Later, knowing that he was the founder of Hometown Voice, he was running for the promotion of hometown culture every day, and his "Dream Back to Northern Xinjiang Series Report" made me respect him a little more. At present, there are probably very few people who can settle down, do things without asking for anything in return.

the week before the hometown voice literary friends meeting, he made a special trip back, and most of the GSLS friends met to prepare for this event. Only then did I really see "this stone", of medium height, chubby, with glasses on the bridge of my nose, simple and honest. This screen name is really worthy of the name.

In fact, whether it's a family, a unit, or this kind of non-profit organization, it's still that those who can do more work. For example: "Director Hao, Liu Yuan, Mu Zi, Bailu ..." Everything is on their heads. Needless to say, the stone feels like he is rushing around every day. Since I don't have much to do, it just fits my usual style of doing things: "do my best."

In recent days, the weather has been bad, and God has become so arbitrary and gloomy, whether it is snow or rain. I probably forgot that it's winter, no, it's spring in 217, so this weather condition is very special.

I am so looking forward to a heavy snow; Looking forward to the white mountains and plains; Looking forward to all the bare desolation being covered this winter; Looking forward to another auspicious year. However, this time, I was so afraid of the snow coming, and I prayed silently: You will come back in a few days, and on the eighth, when the wanderers return safely, then I will open my arms, look up and let you fly at will.

Fortunately, on the 7th, light rain was at least much safer than snow, and my heart was finally at ease. The next step is to decorate the venue, and then, wait, wait for them to go home safely.

when the red scarf is hung on the chest and the red jacket is worn, there is still a bit of snickering. Although it looks bloated in this season, you can still see their unspeakable joy. I position myself as a volunteer of Voice of Hometown, and I am very proud to be able to do my best for the meeting of Friends of Voice of Hometown.

The unchanging local accent and lingering homesickness are accompanied by every wanderer. Looking at their travel-stained, comfortable and unfamiliar faces, I tried my best to search for those screen names or pen names and their names in my mind, which was almost impossible to connect. When the burgundy scarf hung on their chests, the phrase "I don't kiss my hometown, I don't feel homesick" was strong in an instant and gradually spread in my heart.

I'm looking forward to her appearance. I've missed her for a long time and want to talk together. In my mind, her appearance, gentle, smiling face is more and more clear. Her prose is the kind I like, not only in style and context, but also in the village where she wrote, her uncles, aunts, aunts and neighbors, and even those chickens, dogs, cattle and sheep, all of which will appear in her pen and penetrate my heart with a vivid attitude like an elf. Then, my thoughts will jump and return to my hometown, and the grass and trees in my hometown, the mountains and rivers in my hometown, and the playmates in my hometown will be bright; Will go back to the school where we stayed together, with those lovely teachers, and so on, many.

so, I can't help liking her. This is not just, like her petite and beautiful appearance; Prefer her true nature; I like that she dares to face her inner world; I like her courage to put affection, friendship and love on paper; No matter how far she goes, no matter how high she flies, she never forgets the feelings of her hometown.

people often say that experience is wealth.

I often regard all this rural property as another pride of my spiritual world. This, we are surprisingly consistent. The connection of hearts should be the most beautiful sublimation in the world, so I often stop at Jiang Shu's yard and read her footprints quietly. It's like going back to the small courtyard of my hometown, to those caves, because there are familiar earth smells, relatives and unforgettable memories. This is not only me, but almost everyone who has the same experience will have such a difficult complex.

her appearance, as I thought, was blocked, and her "hollyhock in the sun". People crowded around, didn't have time to drink saliva, and began to sign one by one. I stood not far from her, through the gap of the crowded crowd, looking at her for a long time, her hair and shoulders, her face, always smiling, graceful and graceful, a violet, indifferent and quiet.

we didn't talk until later, when we were busy.

The host read her name-Jiang Shu, and read her topic: Why did I write this land? The audience applauded. Although the title literally can't see the nostalgia, it contains a very heavy nostalgia. Listening to her easy story, those chickens flying and dogs jumping, those neighbors making noise and so on, that was her experience. And her dream: a small courtyard with chickens and dogs, full of hollyhocks ... Of course, there will be more words and stories about villages outside the village, stories about hollyhocks and stories about homesickness.

For other guests, I just sent my resume after reading Stone, such as poets, calligraphers, media veterans, famous photographers, journalists and so on. It was not until the host Lang Lang read their names that I tried my best to remember their appearance, which was unusual in the ordinary. Therefore, I can't help sighing that this red hot land has given birth to so many outstanding children.

I carefully look around every guest present. Of course, those lovely photographers often block my view, so they will work hard, sway from side to side and wrinkle their eyebrows to see their faces. Some are calm, some are smiling, some are thoughtful, some look around ... The only thing that is the same is the red scarf on their chest, which is a beautiful scenery of the venue.

Suddenly, I feel that the stone is great and doing something extraordinary. His activity not only fulfilled my dream, but also fulfilled my dream, and fulfilled the dream of every wanderer here.

that red scarf with the words "voice of hometown" tattooed on it is like a bond, connecting you and me. Even in a foreign land, it is still the warmth of my hometown that drips deep in my heart.