I have been away from my hometown for several years, and the footsteps of my hometown are approaching day by day. The dreams are so clear, and the mother’s voice calling her son to eat is so kind. What I have left is my hometown, and what I cannot do without is the dream. The warm homeland.
Grab a handful of soil from my hometown, and you will raise me up. Once upon a time, the water trickled from the stream, and the water was so sweet. When you were thirsty, you leaned down and drank as much as you could, which was doubly refreshing. The willow tree is sprouting buds, so I gather a few playmates and twist a few tricks to make a whistle. The whistle and laughter echo in the sky.
My hometown carries the memories of childhood. The memories are so fresh. Even though they are far away, they seem to be right in front of me. Every flower and grass is always calling you to come back. Wanderer, do you know that there is a world that loves you deeply and a land that you have been to before?
The appearance of the familiar person has changed, but the simplicity from the bottom of his heart is still bright, his voice is still so kind, and his laughter is still so loud. Saying hello to each other and saying hello is nothing more than a few words.
It hurts to leave home. Only by enduring all kinds of pain can people become strong. When you are discouraged, your hometown stands silently behind you. It has no voice, only support. I believe in you, my child, you can do it, you have an unbending back and the strength of thunder. When you are tired, remember to go home, anytime, this is the warmest place for you.
I don’t know when my mother stood in front of the door. I don’t know how many times she looked out, hoping that her son would come home more often. When my son grew up, it was normal to get together less and stay away more, but he still gave up. Not less than the love in my heart. Even if I can just take a look at it, I will feel relieved for a while. This is probably the great thing about the mother of the world! Others only care about whether you fly high, but she only cares about whether you are tired from flying. Remember to take a rest when you are tired, remember to eat enough when you are out, give me many reminders and thousands of instructions.
Dongxue dyed her parents’ hair white, and their fine wrinkles were covered with worry. How many times have I told my parents that I have grown up, but my parents always say that you will always be a child and will always be my concern. Every time at this time, my eyes are filled with tears, and I don’t know how I can repay you in this life.
I want to go back to my hometown. There are parents in my hometown. My parents’ smiles are reflected on my face, and my parents’ pain is hidden in my heart.
Just like a song goes: "Old people don't expect their children to contribute much to the family. Life is not easy. They just want peace and quiet..."