San Mao and Little Sand Girl's Nostalgia

In 1987, the authorities of Taiwan Province Province announced that some residents of Taiwan Province Province would be allowed to return to Chinese mainland to visit their relatives. The good news spread like wings to all cities and villages, and the whole island rejoiced. Those old people who have left their homes for decades for various reasons are really sad and happy when they hear this news, and they have an unspeakable taste in their hearts. From a beautiful hair to a beautiful hair, from youth to old age, who doesn't expect the fallen leaves to return to their roots? Although Taiwan Province Province is a treasure island, the mainland is the root of Chinese children!

1988, a letter from the mainland crossed the ocean and hit the softest part of Sanmao's family. This letter was sent from Zhoushan, Zhejiang. The writer is my father's colleague, Mr. Ni Zhuxi. Sanmao was the first to receive the letter. Before she could report to her parents, she cried excitedly, "I'm going back!" " I have to go back! "

This time Sanmao has two major tasks: one is to go back to his hometown in Zhejiang, and the other is to find Sanmao's father, Zhang Leping. She entrusted Yuan Zhiqun, a niece who works in Changsha Daily, to hand over a letter to Mr. Zhang Leping, which wrote: "Mr. Leping, I hope this letter can reach you safely. When I was three years old, I read the first book in my life, which is your masterpiece "San Mao Wandering". Later, when I grew up and started writing books, I took' Sanmao' as my pen name as a souvenir of Sanmao you created. In this life, it is your book that makes me the person who loves reading short stories in this life. Thank you for giving me a rich childhood ... "

At that time, Mr. Zhang Leping had been admitted to Shanghai Donghai Hospital for treatment of Parkinson's disease.

San Mao affectionately called Mr. Zhang Leping "Dad" and called himself "another real daughter" of Mr. Zhang Leping. Zhang Leping was surprised and very happy when he suddenly received such a daughter in his later years. I couldn't write a letter because of the shaking hands caused by Parkinson's disease, so I just dictated it. I wrote a letter to Sanmao's niece and attached Sanmao's recent cartoon portrait to Sanmao. From then on, Zhang Leping began to exchange letters with San Mao, all of which were commensurate with father and daughter.

1989, Sanmao finally embarked on a journey to return home for his father. In Wuyuan Road, Xujiahui, Shanghai, Mr. Zhang Leping personally greeted Sanmao at the door, prepared moss strips that Zhejiang Dinghai people like to eat for her, and vacated the room where his third son once lived for Sanmao. Before entering the house, San Mao hugged Zhang Dad and cried, "Dad, I'm back!" " "It's like a daughter who came back from a long trip.

Sanmao showed his new work "My Baby" to Dad Zhang. The title page of the book reads: "This book is the first one brought to the mainland by the author himself, and it is the only one among 1 1 100 million compatriots."

Zhang Leping also gave Sanmao a khaki tunic suit that she liked. Mr. Zhang's children are very enthusiastic about Sanmao and have taken her to Longhua Temple, Grand View Garden and Zhouzhuang. In just three days, Sanmao left a deep impression on everyone: enthusiasm, optimism and stubbornness, vividly depicting the "Sanmao" in that pen.

At that time, the news of Sanmao's return to her hometown had been released, and the root-seeking trip was not her alone. Sanmao is famous not only in Taiwan Province province, but also in Chinese mainland, so many people can't help it. In order not to disturb Zhang's father's family too much, Sanmao moved into the guest house of Tongji University in Shanghai, and the entrance of the guest house was guarded by guards. For the sake of her health, she has to keep a certain distance from enthusiastic mainland readers to avoid being overwhelmed by emotional and physical shocks. When she left Zhang's father's house, the old man sincerely told her: "The world is difficult and dangerous, you should take care!" The daughter left her parents and relied on herself. " San Mao listened, and her heart ached, and she couldn't help crying.

Seven days later, Sanmao left Shanghai and came to Suzhou. It was dusk on the day of arrival. Sanmao rushed to Hanshan Temple non-stop, struck a bell in the temple and left a painting for the abbot of Hanshan Temple in the name of Sanmao.

On the fifth day in Suzhou, I took a boat through the waterway and entered Zhejiang. Sanmao stayed in Hangzhou for two days, avoiding all reporters and squeezing the bus with ordinary citizens alone. Just because of low blood pressure, Sanmao fell into a coma for six degrees. I have to stop all the arrangements and focus on one goal-returning to China.

When the car entered Ningbo, the hometown people had already made a special trip from Zhoushan Islands to meet it. All the way to the dock for four hours, they crossed the sea to Zhoushan Islands. Sanmao was deeply disturbed by being forced to enjoy this privilege. At Yadanshan Wharf in Zhoushan Islands, the dark station is crowded with reporters and villagers who have been waiting for a long time. Sanmao blew the whistle in the harbor, and the long whistle seemed to shout, "Come back-come back-"

When landing, Sanmao shouted in the crowd: "Uncle Zhu Qing, Uncle Zhu Qing, where are you?" Relatives gathered around one by one, and San Mao embraced one by one, so that the tears of happiness wet the shoulders of the villagers. When Uncle Ni Zhuqing appeared, Sanmao couldn't help crying on his shoulder: "Uncle Zhu Qing, you hugged me when I was three years old and six months old. Now we are white-haired, the sun is setting, and we can meet again. Let me hug you. " Say that finish, tears again.

The motorcade set off from the dock and sent Sanmao to the Overseas Chinese Hotel, but Sanmao asked them to turn around and visit Aunt Aaron, the only remaining elder in their hometown. Before the photographer came, Sanmao rushed into the old house and shouted, "Aunt Aaron! Pingping is back! " While sitting in the chair, my aunt knelt down and knocked three heads.

Three days later, Sanmao returned to Chenjiacun, Xiao Sha Township, a suburb of Dinghai, Zhejiang Province, where his grandfather was born. A large number of villagers gave Sanmao a friendly new name-"Little Sand Girl". This "little sand girl" respectfully burns incense, lights candles, kneels three times and knocks nine times, worships the Chenjia Temple in southern Fujian, and goes up the mountain to worship grandpa's grave. Before the grave, San Mao shouted loudly: "Ah Yi, ah-ah-soul-soul-return, I came to see you safely." After shouting, he cried like a grandson who was trying to enjoy himself. He turned all mental exhaustion and physical exhaustion into tears and gave them to his dear grandfather.

Sanmao took a handful of loess from grandpa's grave, picked up some fallen leaves and wild flowers by the roadside and bagged them. In front of her grandfather's old house, she personally drilled well water and put it into a small bottle. Pick up a glass, fill it up, and drink it in one gulp, regardless of the turbidity of the well water. Back to the hotel, I took out the pot of soil, poured it into well water, mixed a cup, drank it quietly, and told myself, "I will never get sick again, and I will never be acclimatized wherever I go."

Two days later, Sanmao left her hometown with tears in her eyes. On the day I left, it began to rain in Mao Mao, which means "the wind and rain send the spring home". The homesickness has been solved, the wish has come true, the ancestral home and grave have been visited, the soil and water in my hometown have been drunk, and the native villagers have also hugged them. Is it time to "die without regret"? Go ahead, go ahead. All right, all right. Everything is like a dream, too real to be true.

When San Mao returned to Taiwan Province, the first thing he did was to give his father two gifts: a handful of dirt in front of his grandfather's grave and a bottle of water from the well of the Chen family's old house. At night, she carefully held them in her hands and gave them to her father. Perhaps, she expected her father to cry on the spot, but he didn't. San Mao waited for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into tears and said, "This is the only thing I can repay you in my life, nothing else." Say that finish, she turned and gently closed the bathroom door.

Sanmao developed 100 photos taken in Chinese mainland, interrupted his father again and again when he was reading the newspaper, and explained to him that he was worshipping his ancestors in the ancestral temple and crying at his grandfather's grave. This is Dinghai city, who is this, and what does it have to do with three generations ... She wants to talk more about her hometown with her father, but he doesn't ask too many questions. Sanmao also begged his brothers and sisters to see the photos, but they didn't come. Sanmao doesn't understand that her parents are old and can't talk at night, and her sense of loss has been hanging over her heart. She moved out from home, not only took all the photos to her apartment, but also stole the home and well water she brought to her father.

She often writes to Mr. and Mrs. Zhang Leping, and she writes carefully every time, in order to "let mom and dad read it without hurting their eyes". August 8th is Father's Day in Taiwan Province Province. In order to say Happy Father's Day to Zhang's father, Sanmao held the phone for 48 hours and tried to dial it every 15 seconds. It soon went into shock, but in the end the line was burned. Because there were few telephone lines between Taiwan Province Province and the mainland at that time, it was difficult to get through. However, her heart is heavy and simple. Therefore, it is not difficult to understand that Zhang Leping and his wife were in tears when they learned the news of Sanmao's death, so they were so sorry and sad.