It is said that Guangzhou people have no hometown of their own. At first glance, this statement has some truth. My father's ancestral home is Nanhai, Foshan, and he is the N-generation ancestor of Nanhai who settled in the provincial capital? Immigrants? Although the column of mother's household registration impressively says Guangzhou, according to my grandmother's oral tradition, my grandfather's ancestors moved from Tianjin to the then provincial capital of Guangdong, which is now Guangzhou. I asked some friends, and they said that their ancestors moved from Tianjin to Guangzhou, and their hometown is farther away? So, Guangzhou is the hometown of Guangzhou people?
Once upon a time, whenever I heard my friends say that they would go back to their hometown in winter and summer vacations, I always envied them. In envy, I always dreamed that I was running happily on the ridge, and a piece of gold passed by me. I even dreamed that I was standing on a boat in a slowly flowing stream, supporting a long pole after catching fish, and singing late in the faint homesickness with the sound of running water in the sunset?
However, the city's sports can only be noisy, the sound of car horns, and the days are spent in the busyness of daily necessities. I don't want to think of the reinforced concrete jungle as my hometown, but like this, hometown? Is it just a distant and romantic dream of city people?
This spring, my cousin, who has a successful career, bought a mansion on the south bank of Guangzhou to celebrate his new home. My cousin gave a banquet in the most exclusive restaurant near the mansion. In the private room, my uncle had already sat in front of the glass curtain wall, commanding, silently observing the ever-changing changes on the south bank that he was familiar with.
After three courses, half a bottle of wine has dried up, and my uncle's words have increased. ? Everything has changed, the former Zeguo, today's tall buildings! ? Push a cup for a change, my uncle's chatterbox opened:
When I was a child, my uncle attended the middle school in Pantang. He is famous for his stubbornness? Pantang bully? . To make up for the loss of the family? Little bully? Do you go fishing in Pantang and Nan 'an with your father every day? Puccio (an aquatic plant floating on the pond) goes home to feed the ducks. At that time, there were several teahouses, and tea could be smelled in front of the door. Tired of walking with birdcages, the old people went to the teahouse, smelled the tea, hung the birdcage on the railing of the outdoor teahouse, and then went in? One or two? .
Once, a bald old man sat with his back to the street and leaned against the railing of the teahouse. His big round head is shining, and he is very eye-catching while sighing for tea. Fishing and shrimping. Little bully? Play with your heart, climb the railing of the teahouse, bend your right middle finger into a hook, and chisel hard at the corner to the shiny skull of the bald old man? The bald old man was raided and refused to give up. He immediately chased him out of the teahouse. Little bully? Running around. ? Little bully? Escape from the pond to the flood, and then run from the flood into the flooded vegetable fields, in a panic. Little bully? Slipped? The bald old man gasped until he saw the urchin covered in mud.
My uncle's memory brought us a series of laughter. Look at this kind and smart man in front of you? Extreme? Like the unlucky old man that day, I, an old urchin, shook my shiny bald head and relished the old story of Xiguan with great interest. I smiled to myself: What if this moment is behind you and a bunch of your grandchildren are playing games, just like that day? Little bully? Just so-so Can I get you one? Beaten? What will happen? Hee hee hee, I smiled unconsciously.
? What are you laughing at? Seeing that I was thinking, my uncle came over with a bottle.
? The morning fog in the city is full of trees and flowers.
Full of lush flowers.
Fall in love on the south bank, wake up in spring,
A mansion is the home of ordinary people! ?
I am an alcoholic. I quickly picked up the cup and responded casually.
Loud applause sounded, and my uncle gently touched my teacup with his cup and lifted it up and drank it off.
After I demolished the old house in Xiguan, I moved into the old city of Haizhu, Guangzhou. During the holiday, I strolled along the long street of Qingshiban. The remnants of Shuzhu Bridge, Zhu Huan Bridge, Yuelong Bridge and Unknown Double Bridge and rows of mottled old blue brick houses were drowned in the cries of market vendors. A bend of clear water and green, willows on both sides? Qingxi River and its banks have become today's market. Only the wooden rafters embedded in the front of the blue brick house and the Yuanyang on the colorful Manchu glass on both sides of the foot door are wordlessly detailing the winding and splendid river network covered under the cement board.
A thousand-year-old city with infinite water charm attracts me to explore the ancient source: I have seen the shocking grandeur of the sluice site of Nanyue State in the Western Han Dynasty under the commercial complex of Xihu Road. I am saddened by the fact that the 500-foot-long lake in Yaozhou has now shrunk into a green water, and I am even more saddened that Haiquan Temple is a Buddhist temple by the river. Evolution? Sigh when you turn into a temple near the downtown road? History leads the changes of the earth in the process of destruction and decay, and at the same time, it constantly adds the glory of Xuanyuan memory. I'm not helpless, but I don't want to let the winding stream still under my feet, the mottled but chic bridge, drown in the hawking, which makes me sad, because it's a dream that stays in my heart, a dream of Qingshui Town?
Let me dream again, and dream back to the famous city of South Guangdong with dense water network a hundred years ago! So, I endowed my dream with divine power, let it open the continuous concrete slab, and the river below will be seen again; Let the dream filter out the filth in the water, and the flowing water will return to clear; Dream of making the fish and shrimp in the river, weeping willows and red scorpions on the river bank grow longer and longer, making the gray brick pot ear wall reappear on the shore, making the original boat swim and making the ducks and geese sing? Why is this not the water town in my dream, the hometown in my dream? !
Perhaps, with the rapid development of modern cities today, the former water towns can only be deeply imprisoned in the depths of urban soil. For example, Guangzhou people, born in Guangzhou, participated in the planning and construction of the city without hesitation, but the mountains and rivers of their hometown were always carefully presented in their dreams.
In my dream, I ran happily on the golden rice fields on both sides of the bank, or in my dream, I stood in a boat on a slowly flowing stream. After fishing, I supported a long pole and sang to the underwater sound in the sunset, from Guangzhou to that name? South China Sea? Where (or further) to find the misty homesickness in the city?