Why don't parents in the country want to live in the city (prose with photography)

Wen Photography: As a "farmer's son" who lives in the city and comes from the countryside, I take my children and wife back to my hometown every six months, one for visiting relatives, and the other for homesickness, to release the homesickness of the city people, to see if their parents are well-being in the countryside, and to chat with their sisters in the countryside. However, this year, due to work, I have never been able to come back and forth to the countryside. I feel that my heart is lacking a lot, and I often feel a little resentment at night, but I sigh and lose sleep. I always take busy work as a reason, but I have no time for a few days or even a day. When I go back to my hometown, I think about my parents who are getting old in the countryside. As a father and husband, I feel a kind of responsibility and responsibility, but I don't feel at home, but I feel uneasy. Because my parents are old and deaf, I called my little sister and asked them to tell me what I mean and ask if the two old people could come to stay in the city. Now the community where I live is a fragrant season, and the lukewarm climate is also suitable for the elderly to walk outdoors. I thought about many reasons and explained to my little sister why I was busy with work and had to attend training and study on weekends, and then I tried my best to explain it to my little sister first. However, the next day, my little sister called and said that my parents didn't want to come to my place, and now it was time for me to live without people, because my parents kept chickens, ducks and puppies in captivity and needed support, and the vegetable garden in front of and behind the house couldn't be removed, so I politely declined my "kindness!" . I am always unhappy after listening to this. I feel that the two old people always have some melodramatic feelings about the house in their hometown and the vegetables they grow, which makes young people unreasonable. Now it's not the old society, and the living conditions have made a qualitative leap. Why save a few money for a few pennies? Life is already good. When people get old, they should enjoy themselves. However, they refuse to enjoy family happiness with their sons in the city, and they only care about chickens, ducks, dogs and vegetable gardens that they have raised all their lives, but they can't get away. It really makes young people worry. In the city, watching the 7-year-old aunts in the community, they are beautifully dressed, and they dance "zombie dance" in groups with red silks closed around their waists every day. They are both fashionable and charming, and they are not only sad when they think about their parents at home, working all day. I have the habit of getting up early in the morning and going out to walk the dog. I saw an old mother as old as her mother, helping potted peppers and eggplant in front of her son's outdoor window, which reminded me of my mother in the country in an instant. This may be the qualitative difference between the city and the country. The old mother is also an old man who came to live in the city from the countryside. Later, after talking with her son, she realized that her mother was deeply attached to the soil from the heart. Even when she came to live in the city, she liked to plant some vegetables and flowers and plants to spend her later years, adhering to her pastoral life. Many rural elderly people who go to the city because of their children, although they are in the city, all their living habits are still reserved in the countryside. Although they live in the city, but their desire for soil is replaced and blocked by anything, they find idle bamboo baskets to take advantage of the soil, then sprinkle seeds and water them every day. In a week, new green appears. The old mother looks at these increasingly green vegetables and flowers every day, just like her own children, and her heart is pleasantly surprised. These old people, who abandoned their homes with their children, live in the city. Their simple habits all their lives are still self-sufficient and self-sufficient for rural soil and seasonal dishes, occupying their leisure time. I think of my parents in the countryside. They are also rural people who have lived in the countryside all their lives. They love their favorite living habits, live a simple life, grow vegetables, keep dogs, and some fresh creatures make the aging time vivid. They have retained their simplicity all their lives, maintained the unique living customs of rural people, and are self-reliant and hard-working. The days of sewing make them live a steady life. They don't want to be rich and expensive, but pray for a healthy and quiet life. They care about the health and happiness of their distant children and don't let them worry about themselves. Living as much as they can is their greatest wish. Working hard is the most beautiful flower in the monotonous days of the rural elderly, fragrant with boring and simple days, with solid precipitation and harvest. Together with their children who work in the city, they are all like flowers and plants that they have carefully cared for all day, and the beautiful leaves are placed in their hearts, praying and praying. These simple beliefs, along with their life, have engraved an indelible memorial to the lost youth, giving the day a unique youth. With their own unique tone, they pass the aging time, without great demands, but with great love, irrigating their children's hearts. Their glorious tradition of working hard day by day, if you don't walk into their inner world, you can't finish understanding their another explanation of peace and the wonderful sublimation of comfort. Parents in the countryside are qualitatively different from the old people in the city. Perhaps, they don't have the spirit of literature and art, but they have the fragrance of the earth. These shallow songs and shallow songs from the bottom of the land are actually the main theme of life that we will always sing. These unknown parents in the countryside are endless, singing from far to near, just like wheat in May and ears of grain in June, attacking your heart. I feel trembling for this simple life. They have not done anything earth-shattering, but they have cultivated generations of simple and passionate rural children, melted into the construction of high-rise buildings in the city, and wrote the glory and chapters of the new era. When I was sitting at a banquet and chatting with friends in the city, I realized that the young people living in the city are still from the countryside for four generations, and many of their grandfathers are ordinary farmers. It is these younger generations who inherit the simple and great qualities of farmers, who have the blood of farmers and live in the city with them, and still stick to the genes passed down to us by the older generation: honesty, duty, positivity and responsibility, and have their own unique life tone. Only through the back of those tall buildings, through the hardness of reinforced concrete, in the late autumn of September, when I think of another harvest season in the countryside, Anna can't help but feel excited and think of groups of laborers who stick to the soil. They are the greenest and richest spiritual food that we yearn for when we live in the city, and they are an irreplaceable attachment, which makes people in the city admire the countryside all the time and say to them-