I look at the bamboo forest under the hillside from time to time. Why hasn't smoke come from the green tile hut in the bamboo forest?
Blue-gray smoke came out in groups, and then the smoke kept coming out, forming a long blue-gray belt floating into the air.
The farther away, the lighter the color, and the wisps of light gray smoke floated in front of the little girl. She licked her lips and smiled.
After a while, there was a friendly cry, "Nell, Nell, dinner is ready ..."
The little girl picked up half a basket of pig grass and ran home and into the kitchen.
A bowl of sweet glutinous rice porridge has been served, white rice and orange glutinous rice. It makes me want to eat. It is soft, moist and sweet in my mouth, which can make my dream beautiful all night. ...
Cooking smoke at dusk is the best sustenance of homesickness and the best symbol of home warmth, but now the wanderer has no sustenance and no symbolic image.
I walked alone on the path in my hometown, and no one greeted me kindly anymore. Everything has changed.
However, how can we forget our childhood? I am confused and depressed now. Who else can answer and guide me?
Of course I understand that I can't go back, but those good times that have passed away will always emerge inadvertently.
Those past fragments make people miss and despair. Perhaps people's thinking changes and inner contradictions are caused by this.
There are no vagrants in the world who don't want to go home; But no one who longs for freedom wants to stay at home forever.
There are no familiar people in my hometown for a long time. Why do I still miss home? What teenager in the world doesn't want to go far away? But which teenager doesn't want to go home?
Returning and leaving, the years have passed, and I can only miss my youth. Everyone knows that time can't go back, but what I miss is the mood of that year.