Eleven Returning Home record

　　Since last year, my grandfather died, I thought less of their own home would miss. However, with the passage of time, only to find that the thoughts are born, with the accumulation of time will be more and more concentrated, more intense. In this high air is crisp autumn day, I again drove back to this small village cherished. Every back here, still has a very warm feeling, especially people miss home here, where the mountains and rivers, plants and trees here. Before going to university, I have been in this small village inside the scope of activities, through the time of children, adolescents, young people, plants and trees here, is so familiar, so intimate.
　　At dawn, I had to sleep, just get up and walk outside the village thought it was delaying year-old son, and he insisted I go with. Murmured the little guy, I'm going outside to see. I'll take him, walk around around around the village. The late autumn mountain village south of Henan, has been a coolness. Walking in the countryside roads, farmland on both sides of the inside of the basic crops have been harvested, looking ahead, it is exposed to the outside of a large yellow earth, like a piece of yellow carpet on the ground. The village's vegetable garden, dotted with a bunch of touches and a bunch of green cabbage and radish, which is a rural home to a winter vegetable sources. Now the garden inside the dish much less than before, when I was in elementary school, the garden inside the home are next to each dish, are full of food, a winter harvest of cabbage and radish season, the village like New Year Like, abnormal excitement, every household shelves bullock cart, to pull the inside garden radish and cabbage, narrow village road with heavy traffic can be described. But also dispatched labor turnip cabbage family renovated cellar, the picking of carrot and cabbage into them, to prevent winter snow nipped it. 10 years later, the busy scene of the past is gone. I was meditating, the little guy unusual excitement, kept clamoring, Dad, what is this? Dad, what is this green? Watching the little guy excited expression, I introduced him to one side, the side like the thought of something, it seems that today's children do not appreciate our happy childhood in rural areas for them will be more and more strange , where most of them are able to come back occasionally to see a paradise.
　　Go along around the village, in addition to the weeds on the road a lot more than before addition, other changes quite large. In the southeast coastal areas, factories have been everywhere, but in this small town south of Henan, or save the ancient method of work and rest a few decades ago. How to let the outside world changed dramatically, this small village still holds him still primitive and backward. The return home, the village there are several young people out of work, and had very few people in the village even more deserted, more silence, and occasionally see one or two faltering old man in the street, be seen the few acquaintances. In fact, the past few years, go home feeling great, with the acceleration of urbanization, they are basically bought a house outside the village remaining are some old and sick, it is difficult to find one or two of the young adults. Village head of the hills, covered with weeds about one meter, walked around, did not run into someone to mow. Remember as a child, every fall, there is no ground crops, and cattle each see themselves outside the stocking, then, teenage below the small partner, while playing with the edge cattle, cow dung with roasted sweet potatoes, roasted peanuts, picking chestnuts. Catch hamsters. Sometimes we all think about the future lay in the grass of life. now what? Nobody, nobody cattle, and even rural home, young children are rare anomalies, adults rarely let the children do things, leisure time and also the city of the same, cram on what to see television. They did not when we were little and kind of wild freedom.
　　Remember when I was in high school, every home, people filled the middle of the village on the road, just over a market, because most people are more busy village, usually nothing thing, standing in front of home on the road, chatting, engaged in small talk, but now? Situation in rural areas, to listen to the villagers, and now though farming easier, but basically does not make money, rely on a few acres of land, even basically no law to protect life. In this way, young people stay here, on what kinds of career civil servants, teachers, open restaurants, there is to do some do some of the small business. No large-volume industrial chemical plant, could not carry so much of the labor force, it will not be able to feed so many people up. This has led many young people like me can not live like this land for generations, to make a living, I had to leave their homes, relying on the outside to make up for the battles of life.
　　In a circle, I have mixed feelings, being so, years later, my former village life will disappear? Those ancient way of life, will slowly disappear? I will go in rural areas it? When I am old, as well as scenes like Zhang Zhi inside the poem describes the emergence of the future? He left home boss back, no change mane bad accent. Children meet strangers, asked the passengers where to laugh. I hope that pale hair on the temples, I can still back home.