Listening to the sound of knocking on my heart when I was a child, I was full of homesick tears, and the crisp birdsong pecked through the barriers of many mountains. Miss, is a spring rain, soaked with a little memory of my hometown; Home is the source of my warmth.
The innocence and liveliness of childhood was taken away by time, and the road was extended step by step. A solitary lamp illuminates my every step with a faint light. Loneliness, taken away by uncontrollable thoughts. Wearing her mother's patched gray uniform, she walked through the winding Tiankan Road in front of the house and silently walked out of the village without disturbing a bird.
Walking out of the first step in my life, I thought that one day, simple rubber-soled shoes would take me back to the small mountain village where I was born and raised. Although years have kept me away from that village and poor and warm home for too long, I will never forget the warm Shan Ye when I was in a foreign land.
In those days, the small house that looked natural and simple in the ravine was the home I missed day and night. The crowing of chickens, the barking of dogs and the smoke in the kitchen show how natural, calm and harmonious the living space is. The post station where ancestors stopped for generations is their hometown. The clock in my heart is always ringing in a hurry, and time flies. In my dream, I vaguely know how many times the rice wine brewed by my mother has flowed in my heart.
People who have no hometown are less concerned and don't have to go out of the village where they live. My hometown has my mother, and my mother is my' hometown'. People with hometown are in trouble and have a desire to go back all the time.
Hometown is the destination of homesickness, and my hometown gave birth to my ideal. Hometown, my mother! Mom, my hometown!
The beauty of hometown is mountains, water, simple folk customs and homesickness. In order to make a living, I wandered outside for a long time. When I am disappointed, lost and helpless, I can't help thinking of my hometown. Think of hometown, there is a spiritual sustenance and comfort, so that the pressure from the outside can be released for a moment, so that the tired mind can have a temporary rest, but also reflects a return to nature, a childlike innocence!
When I was young and ignorant, I always felt that the small mountain village in my hometown was so small, so poor, so backward and so closed. Coupled with the kind folks, I have been looking forward to my children growing up early since I was a child. I have always said that "Shanliwa will only succeed in the future if she walks out of Huangtu Mountain ..." At that time, young and ignorant teenagers couldn't wait to grow up, walk out of the small mountain village and see the outside world. In the silent expectation, I began to study hard in the storm for ten years. With the growth of age and the passage of time, I finally left the paradise of childhood and this hot land of getting along with each other. And this walk turned out to be a farewell, living like a snail in a castle made of reinforced concrete in the city. From then on, away from the green hills and sweet mountain springs in my hometown, I can no longer breathe fresh air and smell the fragrance of wild flowers and soil in my hometown!
Now, I have lived in a crowded city, and I have been busy in a foreign land all the year round, and I have written out all the troubles of meeting my family. Only by showing my bitter tears, love and hate, and all the grievances, can I describe them with an optimistic attitude and rough personality, face all the disappointments in real life, grit my teeth and fight for life again. ...
Busy in a foreign country all the year round, so far away from home, I have long been branded with the simple imprint of the country people and the authentic dialect. No matter how hard you try to whitewash it, it will always show up in your behavior. Coupled with the mountains and rivers in my hometown, I have soaked every inch of my skin since I was a child and connected with my flesh and blood. It was Huangtu Mountain who taught me tolerance, simplicity and kindness. It was a sweet mountain spring that taught me purity, simplicity and selflessness. Therefore, I have the calmness of mountains and the heaviness of water. Let me be an upright person and do things clearly. But in the face of secular disputes and interests, opportunities will always be lost at the starting line of not flattering and flattering! But Huangtu Mountain in my hometown selflessly gave me calm; Sweet mountain springs give me agility and a source of wisdom. It's the mountains and rivers in my hometown, grow up with me, and grow up with me. I have a clear conscience and have taken every step of my life in a down-to-earth manner!
Looking back suddenly, the autumn wind lingered, blowing down the prosperity of one place and spreading sadness everywhere. The summer when they went to Qiu Lai, everything went round and round. Although the smell of spring flowers and autumn fruits is constantly stirring, it eventually goes to dust. Everything in front of us is not satisfactory. Only by letting nature take its course and choosing the calmness of "doing whatever you want and letting fate take its course" can we deeply understand the true meaning of "time is everything, only home is rich". During my time away from home, I miss my hometown more and more. Every morning and evening in a foreign country will always remind me of my infinite attachment and yearning for my hometown.
Since I left the purest and most sacred fertile soil in my hometown where I was born and raised, I am like a duckweed drifting with the tide, helpless and aimless, and I have tasted all the grievances and hardships alone! It was also when I left my hometown that I realized the intensity of homesickness and cherished it better! It is a holy land in my hometown, which embodies the plot that is difficult to solve in my life! Finally, let the confused eyes turn into dust. ...
Every time I think of my hometown, I can see a glimmer of light today. When a glimmer of light rises again, I see the hope of life. I can only swim upstream in the river of memory to find that forgotten dream. When the spring breeze is proud, I think of my hometown. When I am depressed, I miss my hometown more and more. ...
Today, in this Mid-Autumn Festival, which belongs to China people, when all families are reunited and happy, I took advantage of the quiet night in a foreign country and put pen to paper with the full moon in the sky, folding my childhood in my hometown into a poem about my hometown, gently stretching and smoothing it under my eyebrows, folding my blue memory into an indelible heart, which aroused my lovesickness and intoxication. At this time, I seem to see my hometown, standing quietly by the acacia river, welcoming the wanderers and returning sailboats from afar, with a dream of acacia, and a love everywhere! At the same time, I heard: that's my hometown, softly calling my birth name. ...
Hometown! Homesickness that can't be separated! It is you, like an umbilical cord, that connects the wanderer's initial dream and touches the wanderer's fragile heart forever! Tonight, my hometown is still so quiet and peaceful, as if I am a mother who has worked hard all day, so that a wanderer in a foreign country can feel the warmth of his loving mother's arms!
On the Mid-Autumn Festival night in 20xx, I put pen to paper in Mongolia.