Essay My Hometown Hegang
When I was a child, I liked to walk in the street and look at the bustling city. Although there are no high-rise buildings, the neat bungalows are also in order. I like to see white and tall Russians everywhere, see them wearing colorful clothes, listen to their chattering language, and even stare at colorful snacks in their hands and lips.
When I was a child, I envied the Russians. I thought they were rich and beautiful, and they often wanted to travel to Russia when they grew up.
I like Chinese New Year. I like the excitement of preparing new year's goods at home before Chinese New Year. I like that my parents can taste all kinds of delicious food in one day.
I like China New Year, especially because I like the exquisite and unique glass lanterns made by my father for us.
The lanterns made by dad can't be bought in department stores. Lantern is made of wheels and glass, and one side of the lantern has a glass plate that can be stretched up and down. You can easily change the candle by pulling it from this side. I really enjoy being praised, envied, envied and asked to play for them for a while. My lanterns are more luxurious than other children.
I like to wear new clothes from the inside out and go door to door to pay New Year greetings to my neighbors. I always try to let more adults and children see my new clothes. Sometimes I pretend to say lies like "Oh, aunt, your home is so hot", unbutton my coat, and deliberately leak out a beautiful sweater or cotton-padded jacket, and then I can't help but gain a lot of envy.
I like the cold winter, I like to eat candied haws, I appreciate the sweet and sour taste, and I appreciate the beauty of red hawthorn everywhere. Even if my lips are stuck accidentally and it hurts, it can't stop my love for sugar-coated haws. In the winter of candied haws, there are stalls every day, but my pocket money is limited.
I will occasionally buy a sugar-coated gourd and hold it in my hand to study it carefully. My eyes are the most blessed. They have enough time to see the candied haws completely. From top to bottom, every hawthorn is carefully watched; Then the time of mouth and tongue. It greedily tastes the sweetness, sourness and sweet-sour interweaving of sugar-coated haws, which is very nostalgic. It can't bear to be sent down its throat until it tastes tasteless.
My stomach is the most tormented and jabbering, and it is always its turn to feel the little taste left after a long wait. The only advantage is that the stomach doesn't need much effort to digest. My mouth and tongue may have done what they should have done with apologies.
When I was a child, my sister and I had the same clothes, pants and shoes. My parents are unbiased. Our things are always the same, and we are usually very tall. Going out is a vivid twin. My sister has a bad temper, but she will accompany me patiently when I am sick. Even if I feel a little sick, my sister will take care of me behind the horse.
My sister's personality is very accurate. I occasionally take advantage of her friendliness. For example, when I like to eat tomatoes, I don't bother to pick them in the garden, so I pretend to be uncomfortable. My sister will let me lie down, pour me water and ask me what I want to eat. Then I can eat tomatoes cut into small pieces and mixed with sugar soon.
I liked spending money when I was a child, but the pocket money given by my parents never made me enjoy it. I always spend all my pocket money, and then spend half or more of my brother's money. I take pleasure in calculating my brother's pocket money, and he doesn't seem to care. It was not until one day that he said, "Sister can't buy any money" that I realized that my brother was not stupid, but relieved.
When I go to college and leave home, my brother will take me to the railway station. When we are apart, my brother will suddenly hug me and cry. Until one day, I brought my boyfriend home. After that, he never hugged me again. My brother is very flattering to my boyfriend. I know this is what he wants my boyfriend to be good to me. This is my brother's love for me.
The death of my aunt's esophageal cancer took away grandma's spiritual sustenance, and her body suddenly became weak and her heart became fragile. I have never seen a tearful grandmother start Lacrimosa, but there is no grandmother who raised four children by herself. With the people of Sri Lanka gone, life has to go on.
After many sleepless nights, grandma joined Christianity at home under the introduction of friends. Grandma couldn't read at first, and every day she saw her reading and reciting with paper. I volunteered to be grandma's literacy teacher. The 80-year-old grandmother studied hard and recited dozens of times. Grandma gradually found spiritual support and sustenance, and her appetite gradually recovered. Our whole family is relieved.
There are still many indelible memories in childhood. In Class Two, a classmate from Shandong was transferred. His name is Zhang Qiang. His mother begged for food for his study. When she comes to our house every week, her mother always kindly brings a few things, including vegetables and steamed bread. Mom said that it is not easy for people who have left their homes and come here for business, so help them more if they have the ability. Mom also said that when you give something, you should consider other people's emotions, and you can't let Aunt Zhang feel that you are giving alms.
I don't remember it in primary school, but I still remember Zhang Qiang's mother. She is a tall and strong mother in my heart. She didn't give up her children's studies because of the embarrassment of life.
I had three girlfriends when I was a child. The father of one of the children died in a mine accident, leaving her, her brother and her mother behind. Her father's death was an unspeakable disaster for the whole family. At that time, the adults said that her family lived in the wrong place, the entrance was a dead end, and the feng shui was not good.
My primary school deskmate, whose parents are divorced, is often alone, so he often eats and drinks at my house. What impressed me most was that we played the game of driving a train. He hoped that his mother would be run over by a train while driving it.
Gray sky, bare trees and fuzzy sun are the most common winter scenes in Hegang, our coal city. This scene is the sadness in my memory.
It is an irreversible fate for resource-based small cities to experience cliff-like economic decline due to resource depletion. It is my parents' long-cherished wish to leave my hometown and develop in big cities when I grow up, and it is also my wish.
When I went to college, I naturally left my hometown, and I naturally stayed in the big city. As I get older, I naturally feel homesick.
I miss my hometown-Hegang, my parents who live there, my childhood friends who live there, and my fellow villagers who are hospitable despite the economic downturn!
I am grateful to my hometown-Hegang, whose imperfection gave me the motivation to pursue perfection. I am grateful for the beauty and sadness she left me when I was growing up. I thank her for letting me know the gap between life and fairy tales and that struggle can change the status quo.