Yu Xiuhua: There are talents in their hometown and spring

I am a person who only has a hometown and does not have my hometown. This is what I worry about more than those who have nostalgia. The so -called hometown is when you leave the place where you raised you, look back to call your hometown.

But I have never left Hengdian Village, and I can't call Hengdian as their hometown. In so many beautiful nostalgia, I feel a lack of life: because of the restrictions of the body, I even deprive me of my hometown. If you do n’t leave a place, I understand it as a lack of ability, like me, I ca n’t turn a small bend for myself in the established fate.

Nostalgia can always move people's hearts, and Yu Guangzhong's "Nostalgia" has been infected with generations. Of course, Mr. Yu Lao's nostalgia finally became a nation and a country. A person's sadness is associated with the country to become a public emotions of a nation. And we have no chance to have such public emotions, and our emotions will not exceed the scope of a village.

But my age is slow, and I have no longer embarrassed to not be able to leave my hometown: what I have resentment and confrontation is myself. I even think that it is not my body to restrict me, but my cowardly personality. I restrict myself, I do n’t have enough courage and courage, and my life has not given me enough oppression to let me go away from the hometown.

My parents protect me under their wings like a young bird who loves a young bird. Later, my child is my child. I hope to accompany my children to grow up slowly. Many problems, I can't affect my children because of the things that cannot be determined. All children are an independent individual from being born. If my departure makes this individual a new sadness, it is also a matter of time. All these, I gave birth to the roots in Hengdian, how could I pull the roots that could not be pulled up.

Just a few years ago, I was still thinking, just live a lifelong life. In the long river of life, there are many people and even those who have been forgotten. Everyone finds happiness in their own role. It's right. Although I am not so happy, how can I have so many times my life? I am calm and serene, and I don't have any extra expectations for life, and I feel that this is the best thing. Life is really like a play. You watch it carefully, but you find that everyone performs so seriously. I remembered that when we played poker cards in their early years, they did not use money to play cards at that time, but people also played seriously and thought about it and thinking. Destiny is afraid of seeing through, even if you see half of it, it is a unsatisfactory thing. I think I saw half of the matter of nostalgia. I saw so many people always thought about falling leaves at the end. They just touched a turn in life, and finally returned to the place where I started. I treat myself to myself. The understanding is that I will not escape such a way, if I can really leave Hengdian. So I just live the day I think outside.

I thought I would not have nostalgia in my life, because my life was on the small leaves of Hengdian. There are more than 300 households in the small village, and so many surnames have their own politics at most, and each has their own lives. In fact, it is also the same life. In these similar days, the gap in life becomes very small, and even the difference in experience is very small. The similar days lead to the same life and life, there is no jealousy and hatred, so that the poor. The so -called balancing in the form of life that looks similar to himself. This is a universal poverty, suitable for the culture of small villages and small villages in China.

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Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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