I received a call from my mother in the early morning, telling me that my second uncle had passed away in the hospital in the early morning, and to see when we would go back...
In the face of the epidemic, I have returned to my hometown for more than 300 kilometers, so we didn’t have time to visit the elderly during my second uncle’s hospitalization. To count it, this is the third old man who died in the village this month.
I left the village at the age of 18 and served in the army for more than 20 years. After returning to the local area, I then transferred to the provincial capital. Due to work and children going to school, I rarely go back except for the New Year. Everything in the village has gradually become unfamiliar.
Maybe it’s because I’m older. This time I went back to my hometown to attend the funeral. After two days and two nights, my feelings became stronger and stronger... The old people who passed away slowly, gradually withered villages. Although newly built buildings are one after another, their popularity is slowly losing bit by bit. There are very few young and middle-aged people who go out to study and return to the countryside. The development opportunities of the county town in my hometown are very small for us who came from the countryside. What’s more, the decline of the village may further intensify with the old people’s death...
My previous dream was to leave the village and live the life of the city people, but after becoming an adult, I can only stay alone and be unable to do something for the prosperity of the village. I’m ashamed!
Small village under the foothills
Winter fields
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