Duanyang's Prose "Returning Home All the Way"

This morning, I set foot on my way home. It hasn't rained for a long time Just after 9 o'clock in midsummer, the sun is exposed. The bus is steaming! Sweat mingled with sweat, permeating all parts of the carriage. The smell makes people breathless and depressing!

However, no matter how hot the weather is, it can't stop the villagers from going home for the New Year. Their happy expression can explain their feelings. After a short pause, the bus set off, crossing the streets of the city and heading for the suburbs!

The midsummer sun scorches the earth like a stove. Although the sun is so exposed, the young plants along the way can still show the strength of the seedlings. Corn is half a person's height, green and looks like a dream! The trees on both sides of the road are lush, just like soldiers standing in the clouds waiting for passers-by!

Car, leaving the high-rise buildings, leaving the noisy city, walking into the country land, my mood gradually relaxed, coolness blew from the boundless village, and the carriage suddenly quieted down!

Looking at the missed scenery outside the window, the long-lost complex also entered my memory with these young crops! Many years have passed, but who knows that the green engraved in the depths of life is as bright and affectionate as childhood words! At that time, adults were working in the fields, and we looked at the water, the mountains and the trees in twos and threes, but at that time, we didn't collect any feelings and inject them into our hearts. A few years later, there is no doubt that we found those souls that never left our own souls at a glance, but we hurried to exile them behind us! Now that I think about it, I still have a lot to give up!

How many times, listening to the echo of my parents shouting in the mountain stream, I hurried back; How many times have I quietly returned to my parents far away; How many times count the stars at night and fall asleep slowly; How many times have you released your words in the wind? ...

Because I want to go back to my hometown, I naturally think of my days in the country. Walking into Duanyang, the summer solstice has arrived, the slight cool breeze has been mixed with the faint wheat fragrance, and the dust at this moment has become a little lazy. I sat in the window seat of the car and looked out of the window. My heart is like this flying bird, walking in the flowing clouds. White clouds pose in the blue sky. Some are like mountains, some are like the wind, and some are like waterfalls. If I were a painter, it would be really excellent material. Birds fly around the trees on both sides of the road, just like I wave my wings and interrupt my meditation again and again. Twitter, cutting through the quiet path in the country, the bird said, you are homesick again. I said, no. The bird said, I see you are homesick. I turned down the bird. Sometimes, just seeing such a clean and blue sky touches my heart and suddenly reminds me of the things I love most in my life-fellow villagers, relatives and friends!

The two-hour journey is long and short. Endless thoughts linger in front of my eyes, and the words of time entering the countryside have been breeding in my heart like little green scattered in the fields! Through the clouds in the sky, I want to know whether sparrows are singing in the bushes in the country yard, whether there are traces of butterflies flying on the green leaves of fruit trees, and whether mulberry trees are red. Is the dining table (stone surface) under the pear tree still listening to the children's frolicking?

Then, the familiar and clear shadow opened in my mind, and my thoughts searched for footprints buried by years in this shadow. Childhood, adolescence, youth, and even the grass on the hillside behind the village never gave up. I filter a copy of the past, a past and a memory in my mind. A happy heart is like a smiling flower in the sunshine by the roadside, so sweet, so quiet and so pure in the green leaves. ...

Even if there is too much interference with rural life, it will blend in like a quiet village, let alone encounter a piece of green. Therefore, I am intoxicated with the memories of my country, and my mood is gradually relaxed! Sometimes I think, this is actually a rare mood and a difficult situation!

The shuttle bus drove into the country road and gradually approached the place I once dreamed of, quietly, without any wind interference. Green mountains and green waters melt the figure and mood with the open-mindedness of an old man in this season! The back of my hometown is backed by mountains, which is a memory of Taihang Mountain. It is said that the Liu Deng army also passed the road to the east of our village. Maybe it's too familiar, or too nostalgic. The small trees standing on the hillside or on the bank of the field, from a distance, are just like the words left by our childhood, so clearly visible! Children living in the countryside are born leaning against trees. Whenever we see that we are going to break branches, our parents will educate us to take care of them. We can at least enjoy the cool under the tree at rest, only to find that these things have sneaked into my memory!

-so-and-so village is home. Please get your luggage ready. Welcome to join ...

The stewardess's words interrupted my thoughts. Just when I was puzzled, the bus stopped at the intersection of the village. Or kind villagers, who help to move things one by one!

It's almost ten o'clock, and before I got to the village entrance, my mother stood on the road in the middle of the village waiting for me early! Seeing my mother, like a child, I still shouted: Mom. When this was said, all the old people around me were shocked. One of them also said: Children are children, no matter how old they are!

At night, dusk arrival, listening to the moans of the night outside the window, I am not sleepy at all. It is the sound of my mother sleeping next door that gradually brings me a feeling of running in the country years!

My mother was left here after my father left. No matter how much we persuade her to leave and live with us for a while, my mother always refuses. She said, this is her home! This is her happiness and dream!

Everyone has his own reason to live, so I believe what the elder in the village said: to make your mother happy is to come back and see more! I know what the elder said. My father is gone, and the loneliest person should be my mother. And this feeling is sometimes irreplaceable by our children.

The night is long, cherish the people around you, cherish the love around you, cherish the things around you, and you won't feel humble and lacking because you are alive!

Life is like walking in a car, enjoying the amorous feelings of nature and blending with the scenery. It's not that I missed the scenery of nature, but that time missed the scenery of our lives. The scene imagined in the dream was born here, and the scene met after the earlier words. Sometimes the same situation is different in our eyes, because our hearts are different. Therefore, only by sorting the illusions out of order can we know two different stories through comparison!