Mao Mu wrote a sentence in his hometown, "I think some people were born somewhere, so it can be said that they have no place. Chance throws them into an environment casually, but they always miss a hometown where they don't know where they are. Sometimes when a person comes to a place by chance, he will mysteriously feel that this is the place where he lives and the home he has been looking for. So he settled down in these scenery with no purpose and people he never knew, as if everything here was familiar to him since he was a child. He finally found peace here. "
This extraordinary hometown, like the place where most of us grew up, is our spiritual sustenance. Gai hometown has her unique charm in everyone's heart.
For me, that is Chengdu.
There is no special reason. One fifth of my life is here, and those simple and beautiful memories are here. The person I love lives here and bathes in her sunshine every day. They love playing mahjong and running mountains and rivers. I grew up breathing her air, with her unique laziness and laziness. I speak a bold and funny Sichuan dialect, and even the Beijing flavor of Beijing will not be distorted by a dialect (laugh, my college classmates should have a deep understanding of this). Have a sense of regional superiority to food, especially can't stand sesame sauce hot pot. In my heart, Sichuan food is more delicious than anything else …
Everyone has an ideal, and any swan will want to explore the boundless sky. How many people left their hometown. Most of my high school classmates are scattered around. I'm glad to have a best friend who came to Beijing with me, and I'm also glad to have a group of high school friends who were' displaced' in Beijing, which gave me old friends who can talk with me and speak Sichuan dialect together. Each of us has our own journey, for the future and for the ideal. Diao Diao has been running an internship this holiday, so he should practice fine. Learn your favorite architecture, painting and design in two days (there should be an artist's image here); Zhang Shu/Xiao Zhang Ge has gained a large number of fans at school, and also owns a laboratory, claiming that the cheap food is true (in fact, he has become a myth); Yuanyuan is preparing for the IELTS test. I'm still very gentle and gentle. I have been trying to get better and continue to write songs to chase her moon. Painting is relatively idle next semester, so she chose to take a double degree in Peking University (this leisure is still ok); Kodak will not say it. She is working hard to build a new socialist China (applause here).
-in fact, they are all ideals and have been forgotten.
We all chase our own moon in our own way. Every friend who leaves home will probably feel a little more surrounded by food than his friends who stay in Sichuan. At this time, his hometown is thousands of miles away from us, not a familiar language, not a familiar taste, not a familiar person. Homesickness sometimes appears in lonely nights, when you just left, when you hear familiar accents, when you meet familiar old friends, when you miss them.
But people will grow up. I still remember that I came to school from my freshman year and cried silently in bed for a week at night. Not long ago, my mother teased me. Last year, I sent you to Beijing. We left at the school gate. You said goodbye and left immediately. You walked so fast that you didn't look back. Later, I learned that you were hiding in the dormitory to wipe your tears.
In February this year, I left Chengdu again. The difference is that I took it with gay friends. I didn't feel sad when I left. I've been on the high-speed train for nearly a day, and I'm about to arrive in Beijing. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by a feeling of sadness. I thought of people in the distance again. Without me and them, our days are still going on and we are still moving forward.
At that time, I thought, I left to come back better.
At this time, I just left, even with a little complicated joy, but I remembered my father Ge You lying on the sofa watching TV while playing with his mobile phone, and my mother got up at six to wake me up and said that we were chatting.
Me: "Are you still my dad? Do you still love me? "
My father answered me in a louder voice than I did: "No! No love! I am very annoyed. " -a face of abandon me.
Me: "Oh, I'm leaving soon anyway, and you can't see me."
My mother: "I get angry at the thought of you!" " "
Me: "Then forget me."
My mother: "Good. Then don't ask me for money. " -Two faces abandoned me.
I remembered the winter vacation and the plane was late. It was already three o'clock in the morning when I came back. My father took me home without waking my mother up. When I got home, my mother saw a man standing bleary-eyed by the bed and suddenly jumped out of bed and hugged me. "How did you come back?" Why didn't your father call me! "Then I ate hot pot the next day, and my dad was so happy that he was so numb.
I believe that almost every student in Chengdu will eat hot pot for the first meal, either the first meal or the second or third meal. If you think about it carefully, you should not just miss the authentic taste without sesame sauce. In Chengdu, in a hot pot restaurant, with my family, it's called hometown. That's where I've been away for a long time. This is what I miss for a long time. I left my heart here.
Everyone has a hometown in his heart, so that we don't have to float in the world like duckweed, let us swim in the prosperity. On a lonely night, I feel comforted when I think of my relatives in my hometown and the friends I met at that time. Sometimes when I hear the Sichuan dialect of Dajindao, I will secretly laugh behind that person's back. Good familiar tone.
The first day I left Chengdu, I missed the first day in Chengdu.
We have a bright moon.
* * * Encourage.