Korean Entertainment's Sadness at the End of Winter

Gangwon-do is located in the central-eastern part of South Korea's coastal islands. The whole area is mountainous and surrounded by the coastline. It is very cool every summer, and you can feel the salty sea breeze.

As the coastline progresses, small mountain villages are located. The houses are simple and do not have the luxury of the city, but there is less hustle and bustle and more tranquility.

The breeze, carrying a kind of earthy fragrance, reverberates in the small village. Occasionally, an old man over half a century old with a kind face will walk out of the dilapidated house, or there will be a child chasing him.

Yuzhili is an unknown small village, like ordinary sand in the desert, without any shining point, just quietly located in its own place, not eye-catching, and not as unique as South Korean North Village scenery.

This village has always been very quiet, so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

Walking slowly alone, stepping on the road paved with gravel, there is a solid sense of solidity, a faint rustic atmosphere from the tip of the nose, and anecdotes and chatter from the villagers.

Everything here is still as familiar as in the memory, as if the passage of time has not brought about changes, and is still pure as before.

But it's too familiar, without any change, so familiar that it makes people's eyes wet.

When I revisit the scene of my childhood life again, I can clearly see myself running as a child, with my heels flying up and flying sand. This scene is so realistic, as if it is real, but it is so blurred.

Obviously wanting to reach out and touch the picture that is close at hand, but it seems to be very far away, and the fingertips will never be able to touch the scene with only a slight gap.

"It's clearly in front of my eyes, but why can't I always touch it?"

This kind of voice is very thin and thin, as if there is no emotional fluctuation at all.But if you listen with your heart, there is a kind of sad taste.

Han Bin's eyes were clouded, his outstretched arms were stuck in the air, his fingers were slightly opened, as if he wanted to grab something, but he still couldn't hold what he wanted.

He said that he couldn't touch it, because the things he wanted to touch were memories that had passed away forever and disappeared in the wind.It will never be possible to reproduce the scene in reality.

When I was very young, maybe even my memory was a little fuzzy. A warm family of four lived in this simple small mountain village. The gentle smiles of the parents, and the shyness of the younger sister.There is also a lively and cheerful boy.

Every day, the road paved with gravel often raises waves of dust.The boy is like a wild horse that has run free.With an innocent smile on his face, he ran to his heart's content, as if he was chasing a dream.

Behind the boy, there will often be a little girl with a little fart, with a soft and weak appearance, and staggering small steps.Can't catch up with the boy with outstanding physical strength.

But she still wanted to chase, even though she fell to the ground and cried loudly, her two tender white hands would prop up her small body covered in dust, and she continued to chase forward with staggering steps.

"Brother, wait for Xiaoxue, I want to follow you."

It should be like this, the little girl is crying pitifully like this, her watery eyes are very pitiful.

Hearing the sound of falling to the ground, the boy who was running far ahead would stop involuntarily. When he looked back and saw the little girl falling to the ground, he would run back desperately.

It was as if he had given up all hope ahead and ran back without hesitation. Even if he lost everything, as long as he could guard this little girl, he would be fine.

"Xiaoxue, don't cry, don't cry, brother will never run away again." Every time, the boy would solemnly promise like this.

"Brother, Xiaoxue doesn't hurt, you have to run forward, I want to chase after, because brother is the most powerful, I can't stop." The little girl's innocence is really cute, and she is so young, it seems to herald The future is also similar, knowing that the brother I admire will be very powerful.

Then, the boy smiled happily, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the little girl's head.

Such a blurry picture, like a yellowed page, is full of withered breath, and it is like an old-fashioned movie projector, playing a blurry black and white picture.

Now, after more than ten years, when Han Bin walked on the familiar road again, he felt an extremely strange feeling, standing in the road like a lost person with a dull expression.

Some people say that hometown is an inseparable existence and an irreplaceable pure land in everyone's heart. The reason why it occupies such an important position is that there are familiar people in the hometown.

Yuzhili is Han Bin's hometown. He spent most of his childhood here, and all the good and happy memories were born here.

"I'm back, but you're not here anymore, Mom and Dad, you should still be there, and Xiaoxue, you agreed to chase me after me."

Han Bin walked very slowly, his footsteps rose and fell, so gently that there was no sound. His eyes did not stop at any one place, and he was always in a state of wandering, looking at everything.

As I was walking, I suddenly looked back, hoping to see a weak girl chasing after me, but there was nothing behind, only the air was flooding.

Yesterday, after Han Bin instructed the students in the practice room, he said before leaving that he was going to a certain place. In fact, he wanted to relive his memories. He was afraid that time would pass too fast, and even the few memories left in his mind would become Very vague.

In the past, he was afraid to face the past, and he was even more unwilling to take a step to the Yuzhili where he used to live. He has been hiding and closing this memory, but subconsciously, he still misses this place.

Xiangyun Primary School, a low three-story building, is the school for all the children in Yuzhili. It shows signs of dilapidation everywhere. From the eyes of urbanites, it feels a bit unsightly.

But this elementary school is the school that Han Bin attended when he was a child, and it is also the real scene in the famous novel "Chrysanthemum Fragrance" that is popular in Korea. Many people know that the mysterious author once studied in Xiangyun Primary School.

During the outbreak of "Chrysanthemum Fragrance", countless book fans followed in the footsteps of the mysterious author and visited Xiangyun Primary School, so it became a special tourist attraction.

Han Bin stood at the gate of Xiangyun Primary School, looking at the low teaching building from a distance, just watched quietly, not daring to approach, then turned and left.

Following the route in memory, at the end of the winding path, a house that has long been dilapidated came into view, with rotten boards, overgrown with weeds, and nothing.

When Han Bin saw this hut, he took a deep breath and covered his eyes with his palms inadvertently, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

The sun is slightly drunk, the dawn is approaching, and the flowers are fragrant outside the window. When you wake up, I will say good morning to you.

Good morning, Xiaoxue.

A family of four lives in this narrow hut. Although it is a bit cramped, it is extraordinarily warm.

Han Bin quickly turned around, galloped, and ran with all his strength, as if he was fleeing. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to hold back the feeling of wanting to cry.

For so many years, what he has been afraid to face, can now be dealt with calmly, but it does not mean that he is relieved.

After all, Han Bin is still Han Bin, an ordinary person who is sensitive, sensitive, and emotional, just a very ordinary person, just a little more sad than others.

"Oh, old man, that young man looks familiar, like that lovely little Bin."

"Where is that little dot?"

"Run away, but why isn't there a little girl behind him, it's strange."

……

The rattan chair slowly swayed, two gray-haired old men murmured softly, their cloudy eyes looked at the path in front of the door, a running figure flashed past, and it was unclear whether they could see clearly.

However, even though their vision is blurry, even if they can't see, they still remember something.

A place that someone misses is their hometown.

Han Bin kept running and came to a small hillside. At this time, there was no green grass everywhere, but there was still some light green on the slope.

"Brother, listen well, teach me how to play?"

"Okay!"

"Wow, it's so difficult, I can't learn it, will I never hear such a beautiful voice again?"

"It's okay, I'll blow it to Xiaoxue in the future."

"Brother is the best."

……

Back then, on the green grass hillside, two children sat side by side and said some naive words.

No matter where Han Bin goes, some memories of this place in Yuzhili will come to mind. He likes this place, really like it, because this is his hometown.

Squinting his eyes, lying flat on the slope, feeling the itch of the breeze blowing on his cheeks, Han Bin's heart became peaceful in an instant.

He didn't come here for no reason, but with a feeling and a person, he came back to his familiar hometown.

"You should be able to hear the organ in my heart."

A quaint harmonica, the paint on it is quite thin, it looks a bit old, there is nothing special about it, it is just a very ordinary organ.

But this ordinary organ has always been Han Xue's favorite gift, and I can even find a few blurred characters from the position of the organ body - for my sister Xiaoxue.

The melodious melody played softly, like a strand of filament floating in the wind, extremely soft. Han Bin held the organ in both hands and stuffed it in front of his mouth, his cheeks puffed slightly, blowing the organ in his heart.

At this moment, the wind seems to have stopped, and the clouds are still, but the grass is swaying, as if listening to the sound of the organ.

Recalling the feelings of childhood and the years of growing up, the unforgettable past events are transformed into clear and gorgeous pictures like watercolor paintings, like the sound of a wonderful organ, shining with simple and dazzling brilliance, and like flying birds in the sky. Snowflakes, fluttering and falling, make people warm and sad.

This is where Han Bin lived when he was a child, and the past he misses. (To be continued..)

ps: My hometown!

I can only feel it!