Dreaming of returning to my hometown
Time is a passer-by, slipping away from us in a hurry. Year after year, different years burn different passions, and different years comprehend different lives.
There are many, many places where we leave but come back.
The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss. After being away for many years, I finally returned to this land, and everything was still so beautiful. The lotus flowers stand gracefully on the green water, and the green and pink contrast with each other, looking so harmonious. Occasionally, one or two wild ducks chase each other, breaking the tranquility. After a while, there will be lotus pods in this lotus pond. I still remember the scene of picking lotus. Several teenagers rolled up their pants and hand in hand picked the lotus pods on the shore. The lotus seeds in the freshly picked lotus pods have a faint sweetness, but the extremely bitter core of the lotus seeds is removed. Now, I haven't eaten fresh lotus seeds for a long time. I wonder if the fragrance is pleasant.
There are many, many friends, we are separated but meet again.
Youth enjoys new knowledge when you are young, and you miss old friends in your old age. Although I am not in my twilight years, I have already begun to miss my former friends. I miss the years we spent together, watching the fish in the water by the green water together, counting the stars in the sky together under the night sky, making a promise together under the banyan tree... The things we experienced together are still fresh in my memory. When they returned to their hometown, they naturally made an appointment to get together. Time had not left many traces on them, and no one had changed much. When friends get together, they still laugh, talk, and play, just like before. I just don’t know how long I can enjoy such a comfortable life.
There are many, many emotions that we forget but remember.
There is a feeling called heartache. But I forgot about it for a long time, not because life was too happy, but because life was too ordinary, so ordinary that it couldn't stir up a ripple, and the heartache was forgotten. But now, they are about to be separated. This time, I feel my heart aches at the thought of not knowing when we will meet again. However, when you return to this land and see these people, it doesn't matter if you feel heartbroken once. Diversity is the source of happiness.
There have been many, many places where we have come and will leave; there have been many, many friends who have met and will be separated again; there have been many, many emotions which we have remembered and will forget.