There is always a place is home, not far from willing to quietly hide in their hearts. May be long time do not look do not want to not go back, but no match for the occasional time through, even just rubbing shoulders.
Ningbo to me, is such a place.
Bitter cold season walking inside, only to find the true left lying on the bottom of my heart yellowing, but whether we can find, I do not have too much to grasp. Look forward to where a doubt, there is a ray can not find the marginal fear. When they finally was removed before the children hop on the ancient town car, when the rising sun, a little Saola a cold night with protest signs, who have a modicum of Xingzhuan.
Thus, with a little bit of down to earth sense of red-gold in the early morning sunshine.
Before the child is not developed in town, the see the front of the scenery and wanted to be, and, like many years ago without any changes. Front of the stream inside the curved channel is still clear, mischievously while before, waxy soft accent inside the homemade meals where the short is still fragrant with the Zaojian scattered elegant, ancestral hall where the talk is still concentrated in the back of one surname lineage.
Although those days are Spring Festival, but it is the lowest temperature of southern cold front through the time. God for a long time gloomy face, wind, and wantonly in the corner off the inside corner of the walk through. Braving the cold, and I wander aimlessly in the former boy friend maze of alleyways, the insane in general want to find buried landscape in the heart of that Road. Always expect a fan behind the old wooden doors, WEN Xi-afternoon sun, there is such an old man. The best, there are grandchildren around the below-knee tied by Xiaonao play. Can no longer review of the family, that I find the theme of this trip. Biting cold wind, blowing pain in exposed skin, but also blowing cold heart eager anticipation, I can not find a beautiful heart.
Maybe I am but that is only a passing, the former children, home. Especially for home, is really too far away, far too can not speak native dialect, far Debu for the neighbors of the village folks to accept. When I aligned the camera again and again to familiar scenery, the scenery and the阿娘, or cover your hands or gently her face to the other rotor, so that little by little my heart sink. Finally realized that, in my body, on the home of the mark has been quietly go away clean, and no way to recover.
Heart, accompanied by wind, a little bit to sink until Tong Ancestral Hall appeared in my retina.
Met is purely a coincidence.
And peer Tong Ancestral Hall, when wandering into the very strange, the wind not so strong, the sun will no longer be as soft and weak. And the companions exchanged a look, at the ancestral hall on the corner to find the two chairs were to sit down, carefully looked in front of everything.
Imagine where the ancestral temple, should be a solemn, heavy place. But before the children of this ancestral hall, because of the chat group of the elderly, have become goodwill up. Some old people are no longer familiar with my accent in the chat, and some Mifengzhaoyan in nap, and others, it is a look at a loss, any thoughts to the distant past Gone. When their eyes when passing from us, but also calm, and gentle, does not mind our two outsiders to intervene. That one moment gave me the impression that the water-like tenderness. As a result, with the companions threw themselves into the melt in this atmosphere. We sat on the old people's side, nibbling Ke Guazi, almost do not speak, quietly enjoying Napian quiet sun.
Inter-trance, as if to see for many years before one by one afternoon, old houses of the bluestone brick home side, then the world's most gentle scenery Road: kind, elderly people sitting inside the sun with open eyes, Looking forward to all the city Baili Wai , even though, for her blind eyes for no distinction between night and day significance. Staring years, there have been smiling, I heard that it is always smiling, would the smile, the whole is love.
Separated by a layer of camlet, I like old boy saw the sun on the home of the soul of the landscape, although the look is not real, but can not touch, but my heart is no longer heavy. I know, you can rest assured to leave.
However, still do not have the confidence to imagine, the next stop, visitors grew from the cursory Tong, it will take what looked to my eyes, "stranger." In fact, the reality does not admit to imagine, much less imagine.
As the shuttle can not catch up earlier arrived in the afternoon when cursory Tong, contrary to my expectation is that the village is not available for accommodation, all of this, we can only bound to look a little harder way to make a passing .
The two in the village with friends swinging time, not so much to visit the village, is nurturing that was the villagers to visit. 1 Road, clear and friendly eyes of our Mimizaza siege over, such as lurking. All of this, the non-tan does not make me feel at a loss, but also let me back a little bit of peace of mind. Maybe myself, my heart, that want to be surrounded by such an atmosphere. Sunset Lane cursory Tong, really beautiful.
Did not find a guide, its own history is very poor, all on hand for the introduction of this village are floating skin, and a brief, all doomed I can not go himself, Shen. So give up the hearts of the contradictions and struggle, but carefully looked at the ancient village of the original every corner, all the way accompanied by joy, but also accompanied for "wangcai" unfriendly barking in fear.
Asymptotic dusk. The sun is getting convergence of the light, my heart was actually warm to.
Close to the time left for the go Matang, has acquired a touch familiar with a good impression, and then, and the older brother who was a stranger prodded with a smile, not invited to, that not only respond to me with a smile is even more eager to use accent to invite us to see a picture. That was two days together, the growth of trees, elm and oak trees, winding knot a century, was regarded as husband and wife tree. From his older brother's enthusiasm, I can read, that husband and wife tree is countryman heart a belief in a wish, its meaning, far exceeding the landscape itself.
As the eldest brother who went under the tree until only the blink of an eye, has miraculously come to gather more than a dozen people of all ages, curious to look at our two strange women. Although they can not really understand, large cold days, we come to take the Matang - the Gala Li in small villages, and read what the general landscape, but in animated conversation, the villagers were still using the language I am familiar with, tell me The glorious history of the tree. While a glance that that description is a little bluff, but I know that this is a kind of exaggerated pride, a simple love. I was moved. Should be, and with, willingly to believe, they were unable bit surprised and bewildered.
Noise after the sunset glow has also been gradually escape, and it is dinner time, there is a warm阿娘invited us to her house for dinner. Just smile politely refused, there have been a gratuitous familiar with close to a strong exception.
With this close, in the light faded completely, I arrived at the entrance to the village with their peers, strange combination of circumstances, we missed the bus. At that time, dark days have revealed. Left under the recourse to consult a local one less than the name of Big Brother, in fact, is not much hope of that time. Had not expected, however, are the well-meaning older brother thrown out of their jobs to send us to Maoshan town. Hurry, only because 15 minutes later, a few kilometers away Maoshan, with the last bus back to Ningbo. Late, too late. Moved by the moment, has been unable to use words to describe. Only in the heart again and again for the good-hearted people of the village, Ping An's life and happiness I.
Ningbo sat back on the bus back to thinking about the experience of the past few days, have mixed feelings. With regard to the memory of home on the family ties, and finally coming fast and furious in an instant, accompanied by the pain of yearning, the heart, but it is a rare luminous and light.
Finally convinced that for the hometown, the city I grew up in prosperous, never far away, it no longer possible to stay away from.
Author: a_lin
