Qianjiang Evening News-Zhejiang News Client Reporter Chen Danning went home for the New Year? As the Spring Festival approaches, this is the most daily greeting. The meaning of home has never changed, but the feeling of going home is different. The changes of the times have washe

Qianjiang Evening News-Zhejiang News Client Reporter Chen Danning

Are you going home during the Chinese New Year?

is approaching the Spring Festival, this is the most daily greeting. The meaning of

has not changed, but the feeling of going home is different. The changes of the times have washed away the human world and the world that has washed away the homeland. When you go home, you will also be mixed with the warmth.

At this time, how do the public’s heart and the writers’ writings remember and face the home?

A group of people working hard in Hangzhou, their hometown has become a station

This city is their end or midpoint

For most people in new Hangzhou, they must go home during the New Year. Looking at parents and friends, and taking off the burden of physical and mental health, in this era, going home is still an important program for Chinese people to celebrate the New Year.

Of course, home is a harbor. After the Spring Festival, everyone will still set sail and go to different distances.

A group of people working hard in Hangzhou, their hometown has become a station.

This city is their end or midpoint.

Leo Male 26 years old. Internet company employee

Hometown: Gansu Lanzhou

In Hangzhou Time: 1 and a half years

Go home for 15 days

Go home to take a break and set off

, which was recorded in the mobile phone memo at the end of December, was delayed for a full month.

is not because Leo has procrastination, but because in the busy work rhythm of the Internet, "take leave" is never a priority. The time on the fake list of

is from February 6 to February 21, which contains Spring Festival holidays, paid annual leave, and travel leave. It is almost all the holidays throughout the year.

takes off for leave at the beginning of the year, which seems to be a luxury, but in Leo's opinion, there is no more time to take leave in this whole year than to stay at home for a few more days during the Spring Festival.

Miss my family, my friends, and the bowl of beef noodles in my hometown. These emotions, like needles, drill into the gaps of Leo's time filled with work.

"It's really hard to say that it's a good 'rest' during the Spring Festival. The daily routine is quite chaotic. Get up from 9-10 am, have dinner with your family, go out, and go here and there. It's time to gather with friends from 9-10 pm, and I often go back all night until the morning." Leo said, "This kind of life can last for half a month, because our habit is to celebrate the Lantern Festival and the New Year is over."

"Do you feel so timid when you're away for so long? Are you worried about staying outside for too long and don't know how to face the changes in your hometown after you go back?"

L eo shook his head: "No, communication is so developed now that I am communicating with each other. I have known any changes and things. So I won't be surprised."

"So, if the company allows you to take a longer leave, do you think you will not go back to Hangzhou because you are reluctant to leave?"

Leo shook his head: "Home is like a station, let me take off all the burdens. But I know that these burdens still have to be carried. So, even if you allow a longer leave, I think the limit of staying at home is about 15 days."

Zhang Xichen Male 33 years old, free photographer

Hometown: Fujian Xiamen

In Hangzhou Time: 5 years

Go home for 5 days

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, I have to go back to Hangzhou to receive orders

moved overnight. Zhang Xichen's dark circles were so serious that even the makeup artist in the studio could not bear it anymore. He forced him to put a mask on his eyes and asked him to quickly deal with the "panda eyes".

"There is no New Year's Eve this year, so the New Year will be on the 29th of the 7th. I'm going back late this year. The plane on the 7th afternoon," said Zhang Xichen. "There was a friend who was also a guest on the morning of the 7th. He said that he wanted to take a family photo together while the family members were back, so I must help. I answered it."

This is the fifth year that Zhang Xichen has been in Hangzhou. He has been to advertising companies, worked in media, and later opened a photography studio with his friends. In the second half of 2015, Zhang Xichen set up his own photography studio as the boss and also as a photographer: "I've been much busy, but I've also become a lot more fulfilling. "

" I am a freelance worker, so I can go home when I want to go home. "Zhang Xichen said, "I went home for about a month this summer. So for me, the feeling of being 'nearby and timid' may not be that obvious. What I have to say may be that I can meet some relatives and friends who I can’t see when I go back during the Chinese New Year. For example, my own sister who married into the United States. Every year, we come back to meet in a hurry during the Chinese New Year. This year, her third child was born. Thinking about it this way, time passes so quickly. In a blink of an eye, everyone is also getting further and further on their own roads..."

" Now that the studio has just been on track, it still needs to fight again. "Zhang Xichen sighed, "So there may not be too much time to stay at home this year. I took a order for the sixth day of the Chinese New Year, so I planned to go back to Hangzhou on the fifth day of the Chinese New Year. "

Go home for 3 days

Take the child to the place where my mother lived when she was a child and see

" This year, I plan to take him to my hometown for the Chinese New Year. "Xu Yuping said, touching the head of his son Taotao beside him.

Taotao, who was playing with Lego blocks, seemed a little unhappy, twisted his hand to the side and avoided Xu Yuping. Xu Yuping smiled and said angrily: "This child." "I didn't say anything else.

Sometimes Xu Yuping would be a little dazed. It's been 18 years since she arrived in Hangzhou in the blink of an eye. Because her husband is from Hangzhou, Xu Yuping spent the New Year's Eve in Hangzhou over the years.

Usually, she would go back to her parents' home with her husband after the third day of the New Year. "Because my parents later lived in Qingdao with my younger brother, so the places we went back to celebrate the New Year in these years were in Qingdao. "Xu Yuping said, "I'll stay there for a day or two and I'll be back. I have winter vacation, but the child's father has to go to work. ”

For Xu Yuping, Qingdao is not as familiar as Hangzhou: “I came to Hangzhou at the age of 22 to study, work, get married, and have children. Almost all important stages of my life were completed in this city.

a day long time ago, it is my hometown, maybe that's what it means. In Qingdao, although his parents and younger brothers are now there, it is actually just a place where my younger brother studied. Later, he started a family and took over his parents. But for me, Qingdao may be just a city I visited when I was a child, and it is really hard to call it my hometown. "

So this year, Xu Yuping made up her mind to take her 10-year-old son Taotao and spend 3 days to go to her real hometown of Zibo, "and want to take him to see where his mother grew up when she was a child. "Xu Yuping said. However, after making up his mind, Xu Yuping felt an inexplicable uneasiness again.

"Maybe it is the feeling of being close to homesickness you said. "Xu Yuping said, "These two days I always dreamed of walking to school by myself when I was a child. Then he got lost in a long way and couldn't get out of it for a long time. "

" a place that hasn't been back for more than 10 years. If you go back, it's probably really changed, right? "Xu Yuping smiled bitterly, "I said I was taking my children to see my hometown, but I was really scared. Not to mention whether the old house is still there, I was the road I knew so well before, but now I must have changed my appearance..."

But even so, Xu Yuping said that she still wanted to go back and take a look. She said that because there are always some things that cannot be replaced by the second hometown of Hangzhou and her family in Qingdao.

Xiao Shao Female 19 years old Hotel waiter

Hometown: Deyang, Sichuan

In Hangzhou Time: 6 months

Go home for 17 days

Go home for 17 days

Go home for 17 days

Don’t want to go home, West Lake hasn’t finished visiting a circle

A box of instant noodles, a ham sausage, and a braised egg. On January 28, when Xiao Shao came to the cashier of the train station and checked out with these things, perhaps because his pockets were too full, she was asked to take out her ticket home while taking out her wallet.

Don’t care about the middle-aged uncle who was queuing up in line to check out the bill, and smacked his lips impatiently. Xiao Shao squatted down nervously and picked up the ticket, blew it, carefully put it back in his pocket, and then stood up and paid.

This ticket was obtained by Xiao Shao who asked his fellow villager to help him to browse 12306 for several days.

Xiao Shao said that she was the latest group of migrant workers in the store: "They went back half a month ago. After I left, the store (the remaining employees) were basically local."

Two days later, Xiao Shao came to Hangzhou to work for a full six months. "Hangzhou is very good." Xiao Shao said, "I came out (worked) early, went to Hunan and Guangzhou. Later, my fellow villagers said that Hangzhou was good, so I followed my fellow villagers to Hangzhou."

Xiao Shao's home is in Deyang. There is no direct train from Hangzhou. After getting Chengdu, I changed the train. "It's like two days, I'll get home." Xiao Shao said.

She is not good at expressing and has very little words and uses simple words and straightforward emotions to answer questions. However, when asked if she wanted to go home, Xiao Shao nodded first, and then shook her head.

"I can't explain it clearly," Xiao Shao fiddled with the phone in his hand, "I also thought about it when I went back. I missed my parents, my elder sister and my younger brother. But when I went back this year, the marriage was decided... Alas, I don't want to go back."

From her ambiguous answer, I finally knew that because I didn't want to go back and complete the marriage that had been decided at home, Xiao Shao didn't go home for the New Year last year.

However, the Spring Festival spent alone outside made her very tormented. That's why she was so worried that she left home until this time, and booked her ticket for the seventh day of the New Year: "But I'm still a little scared, afraid that once I get married, I will never go back to Hangzhou. I haven't even finished visiting West Lake."

Wang Li:

In the fields, my grandmother's voice of protection

Last Saturday, in a contemporary art museum in Shandong, the painter Wang Li's personal welcome exhibition opened. The 40 ink paintings are filled with fat men and women, and the characters and scenes are squeezed and cramped, which reminds people of the crowded trains during the Spring Festival travel rush.

However, the freehand expression of ink and wash makes this "crowding" illusory and out of reach.

The exhibition is called "Where is the hometown". In Wang Li's writing, our hometown may not be the place where our ancestors took root.

Chun'an is my hometown, but not my hometown.

Since elementary school, I have to fill out the form. In the column of hometown, I have never filled in my father’s hometown Wuyi, but filled in the two words “Chun’an”. For this reason, my father has repeatedly argued.

My father Azhong is from Wuyi, Zhejiang Province. After graduating from university, he was assigned to Chun'an County, which was formed in Xin'an River Reservoir. He worked in forestry. After exceeding the age of that generation, he found a rural girl next to the reservoir, and later my mother Ade.

When my grandmother was critically ill, she had been to Wuyi with her father. She still remembered the alienation of not having a life experience with her. She seemed to look at someone else’s old lady. In front of the bed, I reminded myself from time to time that this is my father’s mother, a person of the same level as my grandmother. People are increasingly feeling that family affection is important.

Wherever you grow up is your hometown.

The childhood countryside of Guangchang, and the young people’s town Pailing are all important memories in their lives.

After my grandmother passed away, she rarely went to Guangchang border. There were two uncles and aunts there. I remember the last time I went there was when my cousin got married. My parents and sister lived abroad for many years. I had to act as a representative so that the village could see that there was also someone coming to the tailor Ade's house who went to the city.

In fact, more memory is Pailing in the county. Whenever the most tiring and hardest time, I dream of riding a bicycle to climb the hill in Pailing in the mountain city at night.

Last year, I was beside Ad, Toronto, and my cousin was boring a photo of her house looking out at the lake and distant mountains on WeChat.

Walk down the vegetable garden fence on the left side of the doorstep and through the downhill pine forest. There are two neighbors, a wooden bridge on the stream, a thick and large black squid tree beside the bridge, followed by the ridge of the field, rice fields on the left, rice planting in spring, wheat planting in autumn; there is a pond on the right, and there are several black squid trees beside the pond. Behind the ridge of a hundred rice is a hillside, and there is a family in the depression. The smoke from the cooking stove in the morning is very beautiful!

There is a rice processing factory going up the slope through the smoke from cooking. However, a machine processes the grains grown by the farmer into rice. Next to it is a sales store. The main station at the door is full of people. Several people are sitting on several benches and drinking with small bowls.

and the mute without a wife. Sometimes he would pick the wine at the bottom of the bowl, and sometimes he would be bullied by the drinkers, but he always looked at us children kindly and stayed there happily. The opposite is the elementary school I went to, and the elementary school was still a five-year system. There was a classroom and a bungalow for grades one, two and three. There was a big crack in the mud wall behind, and the teacher's cooking utensils were at the base of the wall.

At about noon, the teacher took the time to cook with fire and cooked food, and smoke came out along the crack, as if he had his own eyes; in the fourth and fifth grades, on the stage of the auditorium behind, our playground in front of the auditorium, there are exercises during class every day, and the teacher remembers physical education, and at most, they can play some tug of war and the game of eagle catching chickens.

The famous photographic New Year picture behind Chairman Mao’s swim in the Yangtze River in front of the fire pit in his hometown. When we are playing by the lake, we often imagine whether the bow of the ship that drove from the county town will suddenly appear to be waving to everyone.

One morning, I heard the news about Tama Island in the UK on a rural radio. For the first time, I felt that there was another world besides the village. There was a more courageous elder in the village, wrapped in a shiny cotton jacket, smoking a cigarette and carefully said - will it cause World War III? This kind of foresighted worry made me envious and admired.

There is also the last time that educated youth entered the village after the Cultural Revolution. A group of young people with Hang Oxygen first put down their luggage in the auditorium. One of them was like a leader, standing on a high stool and speaking. From the unity of Asia, Africa and Latin America to the future of the motherland, "The world belongs to us, and it is yours, but in the final analysis, it is yours." The great leaders from the city had an extraordinary aura, which overwhelmed the worries of the elders in the village about the world war.

It has been many years since my grandmother passed away. Now there is a photo of her grandmother on the bookshelf at home. I feel the happiness of my childhood when I see her. My father works in the county town, and my mother is a tailor who travels to villages and towns. In the infinite wild domesticated space, whenever I hear my crying, my grandmother will come shouting from the fields or any corner of the mountain. The unprincipled protection is so happy now that I think about it.

Wang Li was born in Chun'an, Zhejiang in 1970.

Teacher of the Department of Art Education, Public Art School of China Academy of Fine Arts, and a special painter of Xiling Academy of Calligraphy and Painting.

Ye Kai:

My daughter says my hometown is so ugly

Writer Ye Kai has not returned to his hometown in Leizhou for three years and will not go back this year.

He just wrote the sixth volume of "This is the Best Chinese Document in China", "Modern Novels Volume", which includes works by Li Jieren, Xiao Hong and others.

He often lives in Shanghai said that in his hometown, he is already a stranger. And in Shanghai, he has the sorrow of a traveler.

Twelve years ago, my wife and I took our daughter back to "return home in glory". My daughter is four years old and she is very excited. She feels that I have told her so many magical stories from childhood that I can finally see them and come to the scene with my own eyes.

I was born in Heqian Town, Peninsula, Leizhou. When I was in middle school, my family had moved to the county town. The county town is not my hometown in my memory, but my hometown, and Poji Town where I grew up to fifteen years old.

Even if I go to Heqian Junior High School, I still have to ride a bicycle every weekend, from Heqian Town to Hedi Reservoir Management Bureau, go up the slope three times, to the height of the reservoir dam, and then to the commanding height of the "Youth Pavilion" with Guo Moruo's inscription, and follow the reservoir dam and head north.

The road surface of the reservoir dam is yellow mud and sand. When it rains, it will be crushed into a deep rut by a hand tractor. The bicycle often falls into a yellow mud pool and cannot move. This is not a problem for us children who are used to walking in a bad way. Looking down from the west of the

reservoir, it is the winding Lizhan Railway, and then it is the rolling hills. To the east is the vast blue water surface.

There are various opportunities along the way, so let's stop. For example, when the sun is scorching, we will climb over the dam with people and cars, lean the car against the soil slope, and then plunge naked into the reservoir.

continues north from the dam, and arrives at a hilly mountain village. Then, along the mountain stream path, ride a bicycle downward, and you can pass through the first village almost instantly, then the second village, and then rush up to the brick bridge that we can see from another angle, and enter my memory, enter my story, and enter my dreamland.

The five guava trees with swaying branches and leaves are waiting for me to go up the tree and pick fruits.

When my daughter was three or four years old, she loved listening to me making up stories.

In my memory, the image of a little boy hanging upside down on a tree often appears. The little boy hanging upside down on the tree may be me or my little friend.

In fact, not only do I hang upside down on the tree alone, but my friends and I often hang on the tree in a bunch, high and low, large and small, fat and thin, like various fruits and fruits, some growing well and some growing crookedly, like mangoes hanging on the branches.

This time I returned home and found that everything had changed. The railway that had been demolished for a long time was paved with asphalt pavement and became a thoroughfare that leads directly to Guangxi. As I remember, it took us two or three hours to ride a bicycle from the county town to the slope, but my brother drove in just over twenty minutes. No, it has been opened.

From the asphalt Avenue, we headed straight to the "Jiuling", the birthplace of our father's family, which is the core of our "Liao Family". My first ancestor moved here in the late Ming Dynasty, and I have been eighteenth generations.

Back to that older hometown, at an altitude above the reservoir, many tribe members who were still familiar to my father and mother, heard each other and greeted each other warmly. But I don't know any of them anymore. The daughter on my back is even more unfamiliar with her. She and my wife can't even understand the language.

Chicken and ducks all over the ground stroll in the sun, and the banana trees all over the field extended beside the village. I took my daughter and wife to take photos of the banana trees and jackfruit trees.

Then we ate the authentic Leizhou Peninsula Land Chicken and started back to the ridge to find the story in my story.

I carried my daughter on my back and followed the once bustling street, looking for the house I once knew. However, most of the residents here moved out. My uncle also moved to the north of the old railway.

Our hometown has moved into new residents.

The new owner heard that it was us - a long time ago, who enthusiastically let us in. I tried to find the small courtyard where I listened to my father's story, but I was completely unfamiliar.

I later realized that it turned out that five guava trees with swaying branches and leaves were gone. The dense branches and leaves that covered the yard and could not even fall from the light rain disappeared, and the guava fruits that I remembered were covered by the sky, drifted away.

My daughter was on my back and said in confusion: "Dad, Dad, why is your hometown so ugly?"

At that time, I knew that I could no longer return to my hometown.

Ye Kai was born in Leizhou, Guangdong in 1969.

Famous writer, general cultural consultant of "The No. 1 Landmark", Chinese language education reformer