Look at this article, we just learned it in our school (Yangzhou Middle School)
"Country Complex" Ke Ling
You come from your hometown, you should know the things about your hometown , In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed? - Wang Wei
In everyone's heart, there is a land that is haunted by dreams. Think of it when you are proud and think of it when you are frustrated. During every year and festival, I am moved by the scenery and think of it anytime and anywhere. The sea and sky are vast, the dust is busy, after the wine shop and the lights are on and the people have dispersed, the beautiful scenery is beautiful on the good day, the autumn wind in Luoyang, the night rain in Bashan, we can't help but miss it. Being far away for a long time makes people full of sorrow: "The guest house is in Bingzhou for dozens of years. When I return home, I remember Xianyang day and night. I cross Sanggan River again for no reason, but I think Bingzhou is my hometown." I finally got back home, but I was uneasy again. : "The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and the spring comes again after winter. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown, and I dare not ask the stranger." The three words "foreigner" sound desolate; "meeting an old friend in a foreign land" is a joy in life. A timid boatman's girl suddenly became happy when she heard the local accent on the river. She ignored her shyness and struck up a conversation with a strange man on the other side of the boat: "Where do you live? I live in Hengtang. I stopped the boat for a while and asked, maybe I'm afraid. We are fellow countrymen." The vast space and the long time will not fade this feeling: this is the hometown complex.
The journey of life is rugged and long, and the starting point is childhood. The first thing a person sees of the world—almost the entire world—is the land where I was born and raised. He began to feel hungry, full, cold and warm, and started crying and laughing. He began to experience love from his mother's arms, his father's eyes, and the teasing of his relatives. But to understand the other side of love - hate and hatred, you must have a little contact with people. Every mountain and water in the countryside, every insect and bird, every grass and tree, every star and every month, every cold and every heat, every moment and custom, every trace, every drink, every sip, all melt into the flesh and blood of childhood life and are indivisible. . And maybe our ancestors have been rooted in this land for generations, and there is a family history of joys and sorrows. While listening to my grandmother telling stories, it was planted in my little heart. Neighbors and fellow villagers meet each other morning and evening in the streets, on bridges and by wells, and at the corners of fields and fences. They know each other's voices and smiles even with their eyes closed and their ears plugged. They breathe the same air, are saturated with the same customs, and are inextricably linked to each other. . A person has to go through countless trials and tribulations to determine the tone and direction of his life. The future is full of unknowns, but the imprint of childhood is like a spring silkworm cocoon, tightly wrapping himself, and like a tattoo pattern, which lasts a lifetime. attached to the body.
“A nest of gold and silver is not as good as a straw nest at home.” But people are restless animals. How many people rely on their youth and vigour, grit their teeth, raise their hands, and do whatever they want. Saying goodbye to the reluctant hometown, traveling thousands of miles to find ideals, pursue honor, and start a career, it is full of romance. Some are just a hazy poem - to break into the world. Most of them have a heavy realism style: many childish boys and girls, in order to maintain the minimum survival requirements, were sent out by their parents in tears to act out various tragedies. As soon as people leave their hometown, they become orchids that have lost their roots, duckweeds chasing the waves, fluttering autumn leaves, and dandelions scattered by the wind. But the dream of their hometown will always follow them. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on a wanderer's body." The length of this thread is enough to circle the earth three times and go up to the sky with satellites.
The result of wandering around the world is that most of them are young people who are old in the world. Gold, beauty, false fame, and benefits are all in vain. Some wabi are bored and return home defeated. Some spring flowers and autumn moon linger in the scenery, "Don't return to your hometown before you are old, for returning home requires breaking your heart." Some are tired of running, jumping out of fame and fortune, and staying away from right and wrong. "You should only stay lonely and cover the door of your hometown." Some have a natural nature. Indifferent, accidentally touched the dust net, unwilling to bend for five buckets of rice, come back, plant chrysanthemums on the east fence, feel content. ——But to reach this state, you must have at least a few acres of thin farmland and three huts as a step back, otherwise you will have to live under someone else's roof and live in a foreign country forever. Only the few among the few, the individuals among the individuals, succeed in taking risks in a one-in-a-billion chance, and are proud of the spring breeze, and return to their hometown in fine clothes - "Wealth and honor will not return to their hometown, and they will travel at night like embroidered clothes, who knows!" The creation of this famous saying! The leader was Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, but he himself failed to achieve success.
On this small island, Hong Kong, from ordinary residents to kings of all walks of life, gentleman knights, and Hanyuan celebrities, enthusiastically expresses their solidarity and friendship with the mainland, and they are in the same boat through thick and thin. This is a touching example right before our eyes. "Beautiful or not, it depends on the water of my hometown, whether I'm familiar with it or not, it's the people from my hometown." The affection in this feeling becomes deeper the further away from the hometown.
Scientific progress will bring us closer to each other, and the integration and exchange of Eastern and Western cultures will make our hearts connected, and the earth will become smaller and smaller. But the love for country will not disappear. The phenomenon of staying in one's hometown without ever seeing a ship or a train, or wandering away from home without ever returning home, should have long since become a thing of the past. We should have the pride of flying high and the freedom of swimming in the sea. At the same time, we should have a warm and stable home, and a proud motherland, standing in the forest of civilization in the modern world.