Dreaming of those villages that are about to disappear
That day,
I looked at the deserted hollow village in front of me,
My heart was full of sorrow,
0Home!
The green willow tree that has been around for hundreds of years at the entrance of the village,
When I was a child, the green leaves touched my shoulders.
Look at Wind , look at the well,
The water in the well is still quietly counting winter, summer, spring and autumn.
How many generations have you! The creaking sound of the
The wheel seemed to be still in my mind.
The path next to the well platform is covered with weeds, and
My footprints are buried in the soil.
The stone trough where cattle and sheep are drinking, sighing and worrying alone.
The vicissitudes of the past are all contained in my heart.
The hollow village in front of you!
My former hometown
Standing at the entrance of the village,
The breeze swept across my shoulders,
The rooster crows in the morning, and the dog barks at night,
The sound floated away from the window with the wind with the smoke of firewood.
How many generations have you!
The cries of cattle and sheep are the music in the village.
Sheep shit, and it seems like it is a note.
When I was a child, I stole the beans cooked by the production team.
It once filled my hungry appetite.
Who can forget those sufferings?
Three years of natural disasters,
The days when I eat braised vegetables, many people are hungry.
Time flies,
The past time records my love, hate, and tenderness.
The hollow village in front of you!
My former hometown,
Standing at the entrance of the village,
The roof of the primary school is reflected in the eyes,
The fence yard, brick and stone gate building,
The vicissitudes of the wind and rain record the cultural pursuit of childhood.
How many generations have you!
The marks on the broken wall are still the same.
The figure of the teacher giving lectures,
like a painting that remains in the space and time of history.
Carrying dry food, crossing mountains and ridges,
Get up at dawn every day and return at sunset,
Have up for a moment,
Hast up for a moment,
Hast up for a moment,
Later,
In order to find my dream, I went to a foreign land to work and travel.
The hollow village in front of you!
My former hometown,
Standing at the entrance of the village,
The old elm tree in the river bend waves to me,
The incense next to the land temple,
The singing style on the ancient stage,
Historical pictures in my mind are hard to drive away.
How many generations have you!
reproduces and thrives, praying day and night,
Dig food in the yellow soil, rely on the weather to eat, sweat and tears flow together.
That year, the harvest of crops in the courtyard was so happy that my eldest and second uncles were.
Nowadays,
Nostalgia is like the white clouds lingering on the hillside, and it cannot be driven away.
The hollow village in front of you!
My former hometown,
I have also been worried about you,
How can the habitat of our ancestors become wildernesses?
The river in front of the village is still flowing day and night,
0 The splashing waves smiled and said to me:"You don't know the reason,
The villagers moved to a high-rise building.
Land intensive management,
Machinery came in handy, you don't have to worry about farming."
Village cadres said:
"Plant the abandoned villages into new land, build greenhouses,
At that time, the beans will be green, the tomatoes will be shy, and the millet in the wild will be green.
1 Cultivate vegetation on the mountain and leave the hazel jungle for animals."
The people said:
"Poverty get rid of poverty and become rich, rural revitalization,
The Communist Party has let the people live a good time."
Author: Wang Zhihai, Chicheng people
