这一生,老在这里又何妨

作者:耿寒晏人气:2753更新:2021-07-14 11:00:06

时间的洪荒一经弥漫,便再无休止的可能;
  出生的家乡一旦锁定 ,就再无更改的可能 。
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  灰蒙蒙的苍穹 ,熟悉的感觉,这就是我落地生根的地方,近乡情怯原来是真实的 ,夹道的槐花已经谢了,傍晚的夏日微凉,轻风吹散颦眉 。
  车窗外的风景旧曾谙 ,在我眼眸前一一闪过,到底是熟稔,连飞扬的尘埃都带着亲切 ,穿梭过喧嚣的城市,又穿越过纷乱的县里,回到幽谧清静的乡村 ,推开油漆黄的木门,院落的花淡淡地开着,粉染一场相聚。
  浮生烟火 ,夜色渐渐笼了来 ,青山依昔,旧家非昨,房前的粗犷的梧桐不在了 ,荡秋千的老槐树也不在了,娇小的桃树也消失了,代替的是大大叶子附着的小梧桐树 ,去年植下的核桃树,还有爬在地上的,架子上的 ,红墙上的蔬菜,丰盈的夏令时序。
  前尘往事纷至沓来,忽然察觉 ,他们都老了,再听老人笑说着我们那些年干的傻事,还有别人的生活故事 ,我们笑着聆听抑或插上几句为自己辩解的或者询问不懂得的 ,岁月流光带波走,我们在绵密的细纹里,刻着回忆的痕 。
  我是一个恋家的孩子 ,心里藏着流浪的梦,虽说外面的世界无限风光好,却抵不过家乡的明媚一笑 ,那是一份血脉相承水连天天接水的似水柔情;即使人走得再远,心也走不出家乡这座五指山,那是一份骨髓融合山迎天天迎山的如山默情。
  记得朋友说 ,自07年之后,我的世界里,故乡再无春秋 ,只有冬夏。原来,一提笔定格的都是经年的沉淀,是长大的伤痕 ,亦是成熟的懂得 ,渐行渐远的路上,舍不得的总是转身后,家乡的凝眸 ,一段又一段的清愁离恨 。
  现世安稳,我只是一个寻常巷陌人家的孩子,按部就班的慢慢如此长成 ,风浪不大,雨雪不多,霜露不重 ,看着那季节里自开自落的花叶,听着那岁月里忽来忽去的故事,一转瞬 ,却是惊了我的少年心,老了他的青丝鬓,奈何不得的流年偷暗换。
  岁月静好 ,玉米苗在接替了金黄的麦子后茁壮成长 ,夏日的菜园一片翠绿铺就的画面,某些染了成熟的色彩,犹如画龙点睛的寓意 ,等来人夸与取。
  家乡的夜凉如水,带着温润的淡淡气息,素月光辉点着清风醉 ,灰蓝色的天空别是一番韵味,青山隐隐下的村落,是那说不清理还乱的俗世 ,是那剪不断想还纷的红尘,以它独特的姿态站在在缓缓流淌的时光里,续写一篇又一篇的人生 。
  我生于斯 ,长于斯,带着村庄特有的味道,喜欢在一个远离喧嚣的角落 ,眺望夕阳隐没在山岚 ,迎着薄雾踏上了路途,登上高山俯视着世界,仰面躺下独对那天空 ,说不尽的温情画面,到不竭的缱绻痴恋。
  不论再过多少年,我还是会记得最初的倾心暖意 ,温暖我遇见的薄凉,邂逅的薄情,逢到的薄生 ,不至于让我的生命只因为短暂的冰冷而冻结。
  在家乡,遍地都可以遇到熟悉的人,即使迷路了也不必担惊受怕 ,不必惊慌失措,因为知道下一个路口,说不定就能抵达目的地 ,说不定就能碰见熟人带我回去 ,那一份淡定源自于相亲相爱 。
  在这里,总觉得走在哪里都好,因为它的名字叫做家乡。即使知道它的空气不好 ,道路不洁,治安颇差,人群颇拥等等 ,还有风景一般,文化平常,生活普通 ,经济平庸等等的一切差强人意,比不得其他城市,可也正所谓它是它 ,自有其异于的不一样的烟火绽放。
  纵然在别人的眼中,它有着千般万般的不好,也只能留给自己说 ,别人是说不得的 ,一说就易恼易怒,就像自己爱的那个人,爱了就是爱了 ,即使他有着许多的缺点,但在自己的心中,他就是那自沉醉自迷恋的倾城色 。
  离家的日子 ,真的好想好想好想回来,仿佛再不抓住它就会跑了一般,于是 ,捡了日子,赶在与它重逢的路上,见到它便低下了眉头 ,浅笑淡话着那分别的似水光阴 。
  听说,几经辗转,离开的人还是回来了 ,因了心里的那抹熟悉 ,还有那抹不舍,流年共勉,再次醒来 ,已经是家乡的正午,阳光灿烂的日子,天空依旧是灰白染成的蓝 ,风吹过,树声沙沙作响,知了叫着夏天 ,烟火香袅袅悠悠的飘荡。
  我想着,即使一生老在这里又何妨!看惯了人生的悲欢离合,看多了世间的是非曲折 ,看透了红尘的情缘聚散,一切不过是疏离的接近,却又因着一份不灭的心绪 ,家就是家 ,亲人就是亲人,总是倍感暖色。
  在这里,我把心结一个个打开 ,真正的与时间,空间化干戈为玉帛,坐在门口 ,清风吹过,五线谱的电线轻奏着旋律,尘归尘 ,土归土,我也归故乡了,思绪云淡心浅 。
  转身跨入大门 ,一如昨日爸爸接我回来那般,沙发上的妈妈在绣着那幅十字绣,大大的红色家字与荷花 ,笑着看我走近她 ,上面写着字,人是漂泊的船,家是温暖的岸 ,她空白格子的布上只绣好了家字,触目惊心,心还是湿润了 ,有些事情,就搁浅在心里吧,她幸福就够了!
  这一次 ,我不想走了,也不想带她走了,因为我要回来 ,也想回来,她终是离不开这里的。收敛了漂泊无寄的心思,卷起的都是临别与相见的密密缝的爱意。
  有些心事 ,只能说给自己听 ,接受岁月催人成长的浓情,懂得了一切该懂得的,满目山河空念远 ,不如怜惜眼前人,从此,不再沉溺 ,真正淡然地承接着戚然,悦兮,心放手了 ,换个方式,换个希望,换个信仰 ,依然是笑靥如花的温暖人 。
  最重要的决定,有些要自己来定,有些要命运来定。时间的洪荒一经弥漫 ,便再无休止的可能;出生的家乡一旦锁定 ,就再无更改的可能。
  笑着解回忆的毒,熟悉的感觉,家在心里的地位从来都是有增无减 ,家乡在心中地位是在离开后才懂得那么爱,天没那么蓝,水没那么清 ,空气没那么清新,爱也没那么简单,情也没那么容易 ,但是,一切的一切我愿意去看,去懂 。
  日出而作 ,日入而息,那一年,我 ,落地生根 ,慢慢长大,途径过外面的风景后,我 ,删繁就简,这一生,愿与家乡偕老……
  我想着 ,这一生,老在这里又何妨!

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英译版本:

The time of the time is filled, and there is no stop in any rest;
Once the home is locked, there is no possibility.
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The gray sky, the familiar feeling, this is where I landed root, the close of the country is true, the blossom flower of the clips is thankful, In the evening, the summer is cool, and the light wind blows the eyebrows.
The scenery outside the window has been full, flashing in front of my eyes, it is cooked, even the dusty dust has a kind, through the hustle and bustle, and crossing the chaos of the county, return The quiet village, pushing the wooden door of the paint yellow, the faders of the courtyard are faint, and the powder is dyed.
Floating fireworks, the night is gradually cage, Qingshan is in the past, the old home is not yesterday, the rough humming of the room is not there, the swing of the old old banyan is not there, the petite peach tree has disappeared, instead The small peacrop tree with big leaves, the walnut tree planted last year, as well as climbed on the ground, the shelf, the vegetables on the red wall, abundant summertime timing.
The front dust is coming, suddenly, they are always old, and then listen to the old man smile and say that we have a stupid thing, and someone else's life story. We laugh and plug in a few words to defend your own or Ask yourself, the years of streamband waves, we engrave the traces of memories in a thin line.
I am a happy child, hiding a wandering dream, although there is an unlimited scenery outside, but it is a bright smile in my hometown. It is a bloody and tenderness of the water. Even if people go far, the heart will not go from the five-pointer mountain of his hometown. It is a bone marrow integration mountain to welcome the mountain.
Remember that a friend said that since 2007, in my world, the hometown is no longer spring and autumn, only winter and summer. It turned out that a pen is fixed by the year of the year, which is a long scar. It is also mature understanding, gradually moved on the way, and it is always turned to turn, and the god of the hometown is a certain section. Hate.
The world is stable, I am just a child who is often a mysterious lane. It is so long to grow in the class, the wind is not big, the rain is not much, the frost is not heavy, watching the season in the season. Listening to the story of the years, when I turned, I was shocked, but I was shocked, my old silk, but the new year had sneaked.
Years quiet, jadeMiarian thrived after replacing the golden wheat, the summer vegetable garden was a piece of green shop, some of the mature colors, like the meaning of the painting dragon, etc.
The night is cool, like water, with a warm faint breath, Su Yulong is a clear drunk, the gray blue sky is not a charm, the village under the village of Qingshan, is the public that is not clear. It is that the cut-shelled red dust, with its unique gesture standing in slow flow, and continued to write another life.
I was born in Si, longer thanks, with the unique taste of the village, I liked in a hustle and bustle, looking forward to the mountains, caching the mist to set foot on the road, watching the mountains overlooking the world, looking up Looks alone, the warmth of the warmth, the inexhaustible love.
No matter how many years, I still remember the initial warmth, warm I met the thin, 邂逅 情, the motto, not to let my life only frozen because there is a short ice cold.
In home, you can meet familiar people everywhere. Even if it is lost, you don't have to worry, you don't have to panic, because you know the next intersection, you may arrive at your destination, you can meet me to take me back, That calm is derived from each other.
Here, I always feel that it is good, because its name is home. Even if it knows its air, the road is not clean, the public is quite bad, the people are quite, the scenery is general, the culture is normal, the life is general, the economic mediocrity, etc., it is better than other cities, can be the so-called It is it, and the different fireworks are self-made.
Even in the eyes of others, it has thousands of unhappy, and can only leave it to themselves, others are not allowed, and they are easy to get angry, just like the person of their love, love is Love, even if he has a lot of shortcomings, but in his own heart, he is the inkiring of self-cultivation.
The days from home, I really want to think about it, as if I don't catch it again, I will run a general, so I have a day, catch up with it, I will see it. , Smile in a quiet, the respective water is like.
I heard that the people who have been turned, the people who left, were still coming back, because of the midfiance of the heart, there is also the messenger, the year, I wake up again, it is already the right afternoon of my hometown, the sun is bright.On the day, the sky is still a gray blue, the wind blows, the tree sounds, knows the summer, the smoke fires are floating.
I think, even if you are here, what is it here! It is very accomplished by the joys and sorrows of life, and it is more than a non-twist, seeing through the emperor's love, everything is alienating, but because of a unsteady, home is home, relatives are loved ones, always It is a warm color.
Here, I opened my heart one by one, the real time, the space is the jade, sitting at the door, the breeze blows, the five-line wires are placed in the melody, dust, soil, I am also home township. The thoughts are clear.
Turned to the door, as yesterday, my father took me back, the mother on the sofa was embroidered with the cross stitch, the big red family and lotus, smiled and saw me, writing the word. People are drifting boats, home is warm coat, her blank plaid is only embroidered on the house, and it is shocking, my heart is still humid. Some things are stranded in my heart. She happiness is enough!
This time, I don't want to go, I don't want to take her away, because I want to come back, I want to come back, she will not be alive here. Convergence of drifting and unmimex, roll up is a dense sewing of the other.
Some people can only say that they can listen to themselves, accept the life of people, and understand everything, the full-time mountain river is far away, it is better to pity, since then, no longer indulge, really undetective Roses, Yue, your heart, change your way, change your hopes, change your belief, you are still a warm man with flowers.
The most important decision, some have to be able to pay, some want to fate. The time of the flood is filled, and there is no stop in any rest; the birth hometown is not changed once it is locked.
Laughing with the poison of memories, familiar feelings, the status of the family is increasing, the hometown is in the heart, knowing that love, the sky is not so blue, the water is not so clear, air Not so fresh, love is not so simple, love is not so easy, but everything I am willing to see, I understand.
After sunrise, the sunrise is in the past year, that year, I, landing roots, slowly grow up, the way is over the scenery, I, I will be simple, this life, I wish to be old with my hometown ...
I think, this is old, why not!
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