After the experience, seeing my hometown

I watched the photography series "The North Fork" by Trent Davis Bailey, a photographer from the American Midwest. The work is a romantic and poetic exploration of the people and landscape of the rural North Fork in Colorado's canyon country.

I was touched by this.

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The most frequent greeting I hear when I go out these days is always, "When will you leave home for a long trip?"

It has been confirmed over and over again that the annual vacation is coming to an end.

Many people regretted saying, "Happy time is always so short, and I have to leave my hometown again."

I was stunned for a while, we really have our hometown. Hometown?

The day before yesterday, a close friend who was wandering in Beijing and loved photography finally talked about the time when he went to Jinan alone and there was no news.

"When I wandered to Jinan, I set up a stall and cooked barbecue. It was very hot in summer. I set up the stall at three o'clock and sold until 12 o'clock at night. Once I lit the charcoal on the road and then The box where the meat was stored was burned. There was a mentally retarded person in that community who said that the cigarettes had gone to his house and wanted to beat me up." He lit a cigarette and gestured to me, "Jinan people are really good. Damn, they must be from Jinan."

The water I drank burst out with laughter.

He accused me with tears in his eyes, "You don't understand! People are cheap when they leave their hometown."

I said at the time that he would collapse just as the mountain collapsed. He was really a lunatic.

On New Year’s Eve, I received a call from a friend, wishing each other a Happy New Year.

Before leaving, he said that people who stay in a foreign land for a long time will become strangers when they return to their hometown.

I said, it’s 12 o’clock. Fortunately, the new year is almost over.

I really think so. Fortunately, the new year is almost over.

Many people have chosen to spend the New Year in a foreign country in the past few years since they entered society. When I asked them how they managed to overcome the loneliness of a foreign country during the festival, they asked me a question, without clothes. Jin, can we return home?

Yesterday at the dinner table, I heard those unrelated people say that whose child has made millions a year, but whose child has accomplished nothing, and is getting worse every year.

I thought of my friend’s question again: can we return home without our clothes?

My hometown is infinitely tolerant of your temperament and temperament growing up in this land, but at the same time, it also rejects your dissatisfaction in a foreign land.

The harbor we most want to return to when we are frustrated, and the prison we most want to escape from when we are proud, is it our true hometown?

I am not acclimatized in many places, I mean psychologically.

Due to my sensitive nature and ever-changing experiences, I have never lived in a solid group of friends, and my dissociated and broken emotions lasted almost throughout my long and hoarse adolescence.

In those quiet years, I often thought that I could completely forget it when I returned to my familiar hometown, but it appeared again without any warning.

Every late night like that, I would sit alone by the window sill and cry. At first it was sobbing, but later I had to grit my teeth to avoid sobbing hysterically.

I woke up sleeping people, they called me and talked to me all night long.

But all I know is crying.

They always ask me what I am thinking, and I say I want to go home.

No matter how close people are, they cannot understand it and naturally cannot share this pain.

Because at that moment, I was indeed in my hometown.

In "North Fork", the grown-up Trent not only searches for and confirms his childhood memories, but also mixes his growth and understanding of the outside world with his childhood views of the North Fork. Compared with the freedom and adventure that a place simply embraces, this revisit is a kind of spiritual homecoming and an exploration of self-understanding.

My hometown slowly comes forward and tells us the truth about hell.

Some dark energy has been deposited for a long time. Greed, pain and hardship are our homeland.

Fighting and burdening these energies, although not destroyed by them, is always in the posture of burdening.

Occasionally deformation and straining may be noticed.

No one can give guidance on how to let go. Most people just explore alone and silently.

Mortals in the world are groping forward, relying on their instincts, keen insights and wisdom to go as far as they can go.

This is a difficult road, full of twists and turns.

We trudged through the mud, cut off our desires, saw the dawn, and with a tough heart, walked out of hell and saw our hometown.

The beauty of life is to experience a raging fire and live in the cold, and it will never be extinguished after all.

Fortunately, in the end, Trent found the original dependence between simple man and nature, his dependence on eternal tranquility, and his imagination of an ideal life.

I used to think that the so-called nostalgia for me was mostly the taste of my childhood, the textures in my memory, or the fragrance that often forms a long-lasting aftertaste after years of fermentation.

Later on, I became more and more longing for distant places. When I saw photographer friends posting about the cold rain on the streets of Qingdao or the waves on the seaside of New Zealand, it often triggered the thought of "why not go back" in me.

So he embarked on a long journey alone.

I have always believed this: This place of peace of mind is my hometown.

After the experience, I gradually saw the outline of my hometown clearly.

The hometown in my eyes is probably where my heart feels at ease.