Everyone who has left home at a young age has a deep nostalgia that can never be overcome. The big elm tree in my hometown with clusters of green elm trees hanging on it, the clear water pond where flocks of geese and ducks float and chirp, the threshing floor where you play hide and seek with your friends, and the road where you can go swimming and fishing in the summer. The winding rivers constitute people's most beautiful dreams.
An ancient poem goes: "Huma relies on the north wind, and crosses the bird's nest on the south branches." Many animals have a deep attachment to their birthplace, which has almost become an instinct. As advanced animals with thoughts and feelings, humans endow this instinct with more social nature and elevate it into a deep and persistent love for the land of their hometown. A person drinks the water of his hometown, eats the grains and grains of his hometown, and grows up little by little under the eyes of his fellow villagers; he recognizes his first character and reads his first book in the primary school in his hometown; starting from the fields, forests and mountains and rivers of his hometown, Gradually get to know and enter this mysterious and vast world. Therefore, the love for hometown naturally grows in the depths of everyone's heart during this process, and has a deep foundation that is unmatched by any other emotion.
Nostalgia is always inseparable from childhood memories. What we see, hear, and encounter stimuli in childhood form the initial grooves in a person's cerebral cortex and leave the deepest imprint. A little me walks between heaven and earth. There is no trade-off between utilitarianism and formality. I laugh and dance when I am happy. I cry and make trouble when I am unhappy. How natural and innocent, free and unrestrained. Everything in the world exudes innocence. The romantic atmosphere makes childhood years like an endlessly extending poem. When a person passes middle age, he can never regain the sense of novelty he had in a strange world when he was a child, nor can he regain the concentration, sincerity and purity of his gaze. Therefore, when people miss their hometown, they are also nostalgic for their innocent childhood in a certain sense, and they are trying to recover that extremely precious time lost in their lives.
"Beautiful or not, it depends on the water in my hometown; whether I am close or not, it depends on the people in my hometown." For a wanderer living in a foreign country, a word of local pronunciation is enough to bring tears to his eyes and make his heart waver. The love for hometown is "the affection of green leaves to roots." It is the cherishment of the spring of life and the most sincere and passionate feeling of a person. In fact, what is the motherland is the enlargement of the hometown where I was born and raised, and it is the source of my life series. Overseas Chinese and foreign Chinese are all "fellow Chinese". Their unforgettable and never-ending love for the motherland is the cohesion and sublimation of nostalgia.
Although they are far away in a foreign country, tourists all have an eternal urge to return to their hometown to visit, yearning for the rare experience of "when a young person leaves home and the old man returns, the local accent remains unchanged and the mane fades". However, if after painstaking planning, one day you really return to your hometown that you have been dreaming about for a long time, after you have realized your long-cherished wish and sigh, you will definitely feel a strong sense of strangeness and loss: you will never find it again. Without the familiar paths and poplar trees, the river is no longer so broad and lively. In fact, it is a typical state of mind that all people who return to their hometown after middle age will have. This is not only because of the changing world and the vicissitudes of life, but also because the children back then have grown into adults, and their standards for measuring the external world are different, and their moods have also changed. Therefore, the hometown can only remain in memories, stationed in dreams, and will never be found in real life.
Oh, I was beaten almost to death, and my hands are so sore.
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