I like April day in the world best, the wind is light, the clouds are light and the water is clear. It is the season when rape blossoms are in full bloom, and it is golden everywhere. There are few rape flowers here, even if there are, they are all high in the east and low in the west, and they are malnourished. But my hometown is not. Looking around, the roadside is full of gorgeous yellow flowers, which are extremely dazzling. That's life in full bloom! At this time, there are always many beekeepers coming here, and the bees in the rape field in their hometown are dancing and buzzing, which is very lively. Every time I pass by there, I always have to be fully armed, wrap my head in clothes, and just show my eyes and rush over. Some bees are very naughty and always like to get into their clothes and bite passers-by who bark. At that time, I really hated bees. Their flapping wings always disturbed people's dreams when they took a nap, especially their tail thorns, which were sharp and vicious. Later, I learned that once I lost my tail thorn, my life would be over. Helpless, but also the most beautiful ending, it weaves the most beautiful youth with life, scattered on the yellow flowers. A dance, a dream, a song of prosperity.
This reminds me of Odysseus, who has gone through hardships and overcome all difficulties for more than 20 years just to return to his hometown, because there are still people waiting for him there, and that is the land where he was raised. The soil and water on that side is his spiritual sustenance and the source of strength for his heroic struggle. But where is my direction? Did you lose it?
I have been living at a loss and don't like to think about life problems. Always feel far away from me. It was not until my second wife died in senior three (we call the old man with great-grandparents his wife here) that I suddenly felt weak when I was watching the coffin being buried. It seems that it is not a person who is buried, but a memory and a feeling, which is my last involvement with this village.
Come to think of it, I spent most of my time studying in other places except primary school. As everyone knows, this is how the distance is generated. Although the face has not changed, the familiar person can't be found. Many of my former playmates have dropped out of school, running around to make a living and never going home all the year round; Those middle-aged people also took their children to settle in the county town, and they could never find the style of the year; The old man who watched me grow up as a child could not compete with the speed of time and turned into memories. Instead, groups of well-dressed young people approached each other, but they just looked at each other and then passed by without leaving a word.
The red sunset gradually melted into the night, and the afterglow became weaker and weaker. The yellow flowers in the field bloom and fade, but they can't close the outline of memory; The local accent faded away, and the original melody disappeared; When all the familiar things are gone, China is no longer like a long flowing water. Looking back, I found that the hurried life left a secret back. One foot shallow, one foot deep, drifting away. ...
Me, what's left?
Whether, after many years, when I went back there again, only poplars and weeds on the roadside waved to me to pay homage to my lost youth.