Raise a cup of homesickness wine and recite thousands of thoughts; Sing a song to recall the past and sing away sadness and sorrow. In the season of blooming flowers, some melancholy thoughts came back to my mind.
Missing is a kind of expectation, looking forward to meeting and looking forward to childhood. You used to be a paradise for me to play. The tree-lined path behind the village left me with much joy and laughter, and left me with much innocence and beauty. Trees and rivers trickled down and once accompanied me to grow up happily.
The night in my hometown is quiet and beautiful. At night, farmers who return from sunrise to sunset sit under the old locust tree and have a heart-to-heart talk, sipping faint tea fragrance and chatting about the harvest at the end of the year. The moon hangs on the branches early and shines brightly on everyone who is lovely. Shake the small fan gently, drive away the flies and indulge in the quiet night. In the distance, the mother's voice calling for her children broke the silence of the night. We are still playing games and don't want to go home. At that time, we didn't expect our hometown to be so comfortable and confused.
The inlet of my hometown was once my most unforgettable paradise. Playing in the water, stripped off and washed clean, the blue sky reflected in the water, pushing the water, infinite ripples lapping the shore. When entering the water, when the vines grow slowly, they cover the whole pond.
People in my hometown are as simple as a bowl of clear water. I don't close the door at night. I don't lock the door when I go out. Over the years, I have worked hard on my hometown land to make it more beautiful. Birds are singing, crickets are humming, I am busy when peach blossoms are in full bloom, and I stop when plum blossoms are gorgeous, day after day, year after year. In addition to the ravines left by the years, the innocent face is full of darkness, which is the happiness in the distance and the call of happiness.
In my hometown village, my beautiful mood is always wandering. The morning mist before sunrise, the fragrance of flowers at noon, the smoke from the kitchen chimney at sunset, and the beautiful scenery like a dream puzzled my childhood. Although there is no paved road, the narrow path tells the long history and beautiful story of this village. Although there is no filtered pure water, the clear stream once supported the people in our hometown.
Today, birds are singing and flowers are blooming, but there is no peace and far-reaching I left my hometown where I was born and raised, and lived in the bustling city. Noisy voices fill my ears and ears, false greetings fill the wine table with flashing lights, and nitpicking has become eternal after dinner. Every day, I am busy, pursuing and proud, but I have accomplished nothing, as if this is the life I pursued when I was a child.
Calm down and think about it. Another year of peach blossom and pear blossom rain. The affection, love and beauty of my hometown filled me with nostalgia and yearning. (Point at the end of the article)