Secular fetters and human changes may be worlds apart now. When I heard that someone had built a new house, when I heard that my uncle had passed away, the memories of the past flashed in my mind in the dead of night, and I approached the memory place there many times in my dreams.
The river in front of my house is still crystal clear, and there are fish swimming gently under the grass; Whether there are teenagers playing around the fence in front of the door like I did then; The old house in my hometown has experienced many years of wind and rain, but it is still as strong as when I was a child; Is the wall covered with moss? The door is covered with weeds.
When he left home, he was a teenager, and when he returned home, he was already a hometown guest; It is homesickness that keeps cutting, and hometown that can't go back.