I remember, miss, those voices get better as they get older. ...

Zhanxi, a local accent came from the depths of the alley: "Bowl cakes, fry trees!" " Warm cries mark the beginning of a new day. Early in the morning, women met in the vegetable market, greeted with a strong local accent, and began to talk about some trivial matters of daily necessities; In the afternoon, the children are playing with water by the well, and the sun shines on their bright smiling faces. They tell their partners the joy of the moment with a simple local accent. In the evening, the old people sit on the sometimes-marked bamboo and rattan chairs and complete the edification of their children and grandchildren with authentic local accent ... The local accent is so mellow, strong and warm. They are like the warm current in winter, floating in every village and warmly surrounding the villagers.

A small village in Jinjiang, Fujian is my hometown. I spent my childhood there, so I have always had special feelings for Jinjiang. Jinjiang, the famous brand capital of China, has a long history and a unique Minnan culture. What impressed me most was the unique Minnan dialect. When I babbled, the first language I learned was the native Minnan dialect, which accompanied me through a wonderful childhood.

I remember when I was a child, my grandmother always hummed behind my back: "It's getting dark, it's raining, grandpa wants to dig taro ..." This Minnan nursery rhyme has long been deeply rooted in my young mind. Every major festival in the village, Minnan Opera Troupe will be invited to perform in front of the temple. At that time, I didn't know how to appreciate it at all, except that the distant Minnan dialect was very pleasant to listen to. At one time, almost every household in the village was watching the local series Goodbye A Lang at 8 o'clock in Taiwan Province Province. This series of dialogues are all in Minnan. I think Minnan dialect is so special that I can not only sing pop songs, but also have my own series ... These are my childhood memories of Minnan dialect.

Later, I went to primary school, and the school taught in Mandarin. At that time, I felt that Mandarin was much better than Minnan dialect in my hometown, and I even felt that my hometown dialect was very rustic. When I graduated from primary school, my family and I immigrated to Macau, which was the first time I left my hometown for a long trip. At that time, I didn't give up much on everything in my hometown, except that it was a very happy thing to go to the city to study.

After coming to Macau, I learned another new language-Cantonese. In class, the teacher teaches in Cantonese; During the break, the students also communicate in Cantonese. In the evening, I watch TVB at home. The popular actors in this series also speak authentic Cantonese ... Compared with my fast and fluent Cantonese, my mother with poor language acceptance is clumsy. Her Cantonese is very nonstandard, and she often has Mandarin and Minnan accents. I remember once, the school held a parent-teacher conference, and most parents could talk to their teachers in fluent Cantonese. Only my mother was timid and tongue-tied, and I suddenly felt humiliated. At that time, I thought it was fashionable and gregarious to speak Cantonese among my peers. I am even afraid that others will recognize my local accent and exclude me from the countryside. In this way, I began to ignore the culture of my hometown, and even gradually forgot the local accent that accompanied me day and night.

In the summer of 2006, it was my first time to return to China after I went to Macau. At dusk, there is a nostalgic atmosphere in Xixun Village. Walking into my yard, the leaves on the old tree were painted golden by the sunset. The well in the yard is still so clear, but the iron cover at the wellhead is rusted. Vaguely heard "beef soup, oyster omelet!" Waiting for snacks to be sold in the afternoon, I walked out of my courtyard and followed the entrance to the temple where I was selling. The vendors enthusiastically solicited business. Suddenly, the familiar local accent sounded in my ear again: "A Ying, come back from school and grow taller!" " The villagers greeted me warmly. At that moment, I was moved This is the local accent in my childhood memory! The familiar Minnan dialect awakened my sleeping childlike innocence and aroused my strong nostalgia. At that moment, I felt very ashamed to think that I was from southern Fujian but was indifferent to the local accent. At that moment, my ears echoed with laughter that I had played hide-and-seek with my friends. The voice echoed with the cries of beef soup and oyster omelet, and lingered in my mind through the fleeting shadow, forming a beautiful Minnan nursery rhyme. Ah! What a beautiful nursery rhyme, what a wonderful local accent! My hometown, you raised me. How can I forget this kindness and the local accent that accompanied me day and night?

From the summer when I first went back to my hometown, I would go back to that warm place every summer vacation. This is a telephone with a local accent. In the past five years, I have been running countless days and nights on this expressway from Macau to Fujian, which is nearly 1000 km long. Every long day and night has different feelings. This road records my growing experience from childhood to adolescence. It is found that the years have changed a lot, but the homesickness pinned on the local accent has not changed. Every time we leave for Macao, we will add a lot of Minnan specialties such as lotus seed sugar, peanuts and tea to our luggage, which are warmly given to me by relatives and villagers. Because they speak the same Minnan dialect, they feel closer to each other. The local accent is so warm.