Returning to my hometown in the north to celebrate the New Year - "I don't adapt to the climate", which is embarrassing in capital letters

It has been nearly five years since I started working. I have stayed in Guizhou, a city with beautiful mountains and rivers, for nearly five years.

Every year during the Chinese New Year, my husband and I travel to many places, returning to my hometown of Xiangyang, Hubei and his hometown of Heze, Shandong to celebrate the New Year. From south to north, back and forth, we have traveled through almost half of China. .

Time flies by so fast that we don’t notice it. It wasn't until I felt uncomfortable returning to my hometown in the past two years that I suddenly discovered that we had become strangers like "children who don't know each other" in the poet's writing.

The body is honest, and the biggest discomfort is manifested in the body. Just after returning to Shandong, my husband was the first to fall ill. Not only did he have a severe cold, his throat was red and swollen, and his nose and lips were chapped and peeled.

Then the little girl got sick. She couldn't speak yet and could only cry to express her discomfort. She sneezed one after another, and her throat whined, as if she had a lot of stuff that she couldn't spit out. of dirty things.

I fell ill just after my daughter saw the doctor. I had a stuffy nose, a headache, and a dry mouth. Drinking water was useless.

In fact, it is easy to explain. We are used to living in the warm south, and it is inevitable that we cannot accept returning to the "grey and yellow" north to spend the winter.

First, it is too cold, which is bearable, just wear more clothes. There is nothing we can do about the second point. Not to mention the dry air, there is dust everywhere. Especially in rural areas, where there is a lot of land, and there are habits such as setting off firecrackers, burning straw, and burning coal for heating, and not many trees are planted, the air is naturally unbearable.

Looking at the highly polluted weather data every day, and being woken up by the smoke from my family boiling water with corn cobs every morning, I can only sigh. The things were placed on the table, and soon there was a layer of dust. I'm too lazy to change my clothes, because everyone's clothes are "smoky" and I'm used to it.

My hometown is not far from my husband’s home. Although it is not in a rural area, it is also dusty and often hit by smog.

People back home may think we are too fragile or pretentious, or even criticize us for "forgetting our roots" because they are used to it. However, you know, we are all spoiled by the green mountains and green waters where the air quality is excellent every day.

North, what do you think of when talking about the north? What I thought of was a vast expanse. This vastness once represented fertile fields and thousands of miles, and once represented boldness and unrestrainedness. Now, when those of us who were raised by this land and soil return to the north, we only feel conflicted and disappointed.

Did we also grow up in such an environment when we were children? I actually have no impression at all.

My thoughts drift far away, the wheat field that once made us roll around, the bright and brilliant rapeseed flowers that once stretched as far as the eye can see, the loquat tree at my grandpa’s house was full of fruits, and we once enjoyed the cool under the old tree in our arms... …All of these are gone now.

My husband’s hometown is in a rural area and has been abandoned and forgotten by young people. There is no need for construction anymore. My hometown was once a rural area and was selected to build a factory. The neat and uniform buildings concealed the traces of my past life. Only the piles of garbage and buzzing flies were still declaring "sovereignty".

This is my hometown in the north, a place where I am full of nostalgia and eager to go back to find warmth. Every year we go home with endless nostalgia, but year after year we look forward to leaving with the same disappointment.

The sun is shining brightly in Guizhou at this time, and the circle of friends is full of the beautiful spring outings posted by colleagues. I still remember the first day I arrived in Renhuai. The roads were clean, the traffic was orderly, and everyone was contributing to the creation of culture and health.

When I returned to my hometown, I found that the same slogans as Renhuai's were posted, "Chuangwen" and "River Chief System", but they seemed to be just empty talk all the way. Every smelly river I passed by confirmed my thoughts.

As he was about to leave, his relatives asked earnestly, will he come back during the summer vacation? How long will you stay here during the Chinese New Year next year? My husband and I, who had turned into severe colds, didn’t know how to answer.

Because we don’t know whether we should go back, whether we can go back, or whether we want to go back.

What I can’t go back to is my hometown.

In the future, Guizhou will become my daughter’s hometown. I just hope that by then, Guizhou will not become a place like our hometown, a place we can’t go back to.