Caring about a person, falling in love with a city

"Dear passengers, the G1208 train from Gaomi to Tianjin has started. I wish everyone a happy journey."

Rows of big trees and village pavilions were decorated by the train. I quickly left it behind, and my thoughts drifted into the distance along with the speeding train.

The relative I want to get close to is my brother who is two years younger than me. Although my brother and I were born to the same mother, our personalities are completely different. My younger brother has been smart since he was a child and has always been straightforward and decisive in doing things. It was never like me to be sloppy and as stupid as a snail.

In the early 1970s and 1980s, there was still a big gap between urban and rural areas. As natives of us, every time we go to our uncle's house in the city, we feel uncomfortable as if we were getting an electric shock whenever we come into contact with our aunt's disdainful eyes. I know that my aunt looks down on these mud-legged people from the countryside from the bottom of her heart.

One time I went to my uncle’s house and happened to meet my aunt’s house to eat dumplings. In that era of extremely scarce materials, eating a delicious meal of dumplings was almost as exciting as the Chinese New Year. Out of sympathy, my aunt had to get half a bowl of dumplings for each of us, and then sat aside, probably wanting to watch how the farmer devoured those poor dumplings.

But the stubborn brother only ate two and then put down his chopsticks. At the same time, he hinted to me, who was stupid, to put down my chopsticks and stop eating.

After bidding farewell to my aunt politely, I was puzzled. Although my stomach was growling with hunger, why didn’t I eat up those pitiful dumplings?

My younger brother told me in a serious manner: "Sister, people have to live with ambition. It's good that we are from the countryside, but rural people have more self-esteem. We must not let the city people look down on us because of a meal. . We must study hard and let the people in the city see that people in the village can live a good life like the people in the city."

My brother did what he said. Many years later, he was successfully admitted to the ideal university and fulfilled his dream for many years.

My younger brother is not only good at learning, but also very clever. He can take up and let go of all the work in the fields at home. Children of poor people have already taken charge of the family. When he was five years old, his younger brother helped his parents to catch insects, water and fertilize in the fields.

I still remember clearly that at that time, we helped our parents water the sweet potato seedlings. I saw my younger brother holding a large water ladle in both hands and carefully walking through the fields with his little feet. His little face turned red from holding back. But the younger brother never complained about being tired. As soon as he lowered his head and bent over, the pit was filled with water steadily.

And I either sprinkled the water on myself or scattered the water all over the floor. I could only look at my brother and feel ashamed. With his sleeves rolled up and his trouser legs rolled up high, he looked like a little adult when he worked.

My mother was extremely angry because my younger brother became lazy in his studies in the second semester of his second year of high school. In order to let him try the hard work of making money, and to make him strong as soon as possible, he gritted his teeth and arranged for his younger brother to enter the lumber market and let him work with his father to earn money by carrying wood for others.

During that holiday, heavy wood unceremoniously pressed on his young shoulders. He finally experienced the hardship and difficulty of making money.

Although his shoulder was cracked by the sun, the stronger brother didn't say a word. When the mother touched the red, swollen and cracked shoulders with great distress, the younger brother cried: "Mom, I will study hard." The mother said nothing more, just nodded vigorously.

Since then, my younger brother has studied hard and finally left the countryside and moved towards a broader world.

When my younger brother left his hometown, his father and two uncles went to the station to see him off on behalf of the whole family. At that time, his father took out an aluminum lunch box, handed all his savings to his brother, and told him: "Son, don't blame your mother and I for being incompetent. We can only accompany you here. From now on, if you work outside, you can only rely on You're on your own."

The corners of his father's eyes were red, but his brother did not cry, but told his father categorically: "Dad, don't worry, no matter where I go, I will never forget my roots. I will not embarrass our farmers anywhere.”

My younger brother did not break his promise. After more than ten years of hard work, he finally had his favorite career and established a happy and harmonious family. But as he said himself, no matter how wonderful the outside world is, it cannot hold back the wanderer's attachment to his hometown. That is the longing of the leaves for the roots, and it is the sweetest and warmest dream that lingers in the child's heart forever.

Later, when my aunt asked my younger brother to borrow money to buy a house, my younger brother agreed without hesitation. He told me with sincerity and sincerity: "When a person lives, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, you may need someone else when you are in trouble, so take a long-term view, relax your mentality, and don't underestimate anyone."< /p>

Every time my younger brother returns to his hometown, the first thing he does is visit relatives and friends, visit the elderly in his neighbors, get familiar with the local accent, and feel the strong nostalgia. His success also stems from his grateful heart. As long as he has the conditions, he will never forget to visit his teachers and classmates.

He also has a mantra when looking for a partner: I am the son of a native farmer. If you dislike me, please don't talk to me. Look, this is my brother.

Last night my father told me: "The weather forecast said that it will be cloudy in Tianjin tomorrow, with a temperature of 36 degrees. It is almost the same as here. Your brother is afraid of the hot summer, but fortunately the weather is not too hot, so we can rest assured. "I suddenly remembered a sentence: I really care about a person and fall in love with a city!

By the way, it has been four or five years since I last came to Tianjin. I wonder how this beautiful city where my brother lives has changed now?

"Mom, stop writing, Tianjin Station is here."

Oh, dear brother, here I come.

Beautiful Tianjin, here I come!