The moon is the brightest in my hometown
I heard people say that the moon in my hometown is the brightest.
Late at night, walking on the quiet streets of a foreign country, the wind whispers and the trees whisper.
People have already gone to bed. No matter who they were, no matter who they were, when and where they were born, or how many storms they had experienced, they all fell asleep quietly.
Where is their hometown? Here? Where?
The moonlight is silver. Spread quietly and lazily on the body and face. Bathed in such transcendent brightness, my chest was filled with an emptiness. For a moment, I even forgot where I was. I just felt so strongly that a flower of peace bloomed in my heart for a moment, but there was also a feeling of confusion.
Perhaps this pen is too clumsy to describe that feeling. When you look up at the goddess who dominates the night, that shining body of light, and the moment you meet it head-on, have you never felt a hint of "something"? Maybe, it's just nostalgia.
When you look up and see the lonely silver plate hanging in the sky, will you miss your distant hometown? "Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and miss your hometown." The poem written thousands of years ago is still catchy and has long been familiar to our ears.
The moon is the brightness of my hometown? Man, fell into a deep sleep. Where is their hometown?
Do they also feel that the moon will be brighter on the other side of the ocean?
The moon, which treats the earth equally, has remained indifferent to the joys and sorrows in the mortal world for thousands of years. Yue'er, tell me, why are you brighter in your hometown?
The sentence "The shadow is from the beauty, the soul is from the cold" seems to be read in a book. The moon is cold. The moon is lonely. Therefore, Yue'er was speechless.
My life is only more than ten years, evenly distributed between the two places. Two cultures, two educations, two languages, two completely different lives. The original memories are lost bit by bit, and looking forward to the future, it is full of confusion.
My original hometown was pieced together from fragmented memories. A speck here, a speck there, the incomplete memories can only piece together an incomplete hometown. What's more, the stars have changed, and today's hometown seems to be surrounded by a curtain of mist, hazy, and it is no longer the hometown I knew as a child.
Here, called a "foreign country", there is an environment that I have adapted to, faces that I am familiar with, and too many memories that I have.
What is the definition of hometown? Isn’t it a land that makes you miss it and reminds you of it?
Since I was a child, patriotic emotions have been instilled in my subconscious bit by bit. Just like I am Chinese, it is irrefutable. That’s my hometown! Be loyal to her! You must be loyal to her! Even though her face is unrecognizable, even though there are only strangers left there, she is still her hometown.
So, today, I am confused. Where is your hometown?
I am not escaping, nor am I worshiping foreign countries. I just want to know that there are no past events and bits and pieces that I am nostalgic for; but I cannot apply the same words to this land I am familiar with, because my subconscious keeps resisting and resisting...
I am lost, when did I lose my hometown? The moon is the brightness of my hometown. Maybe, one day, I will find my hometown. There is ample time.
Eternal Home Text/Shen Chao
Walking on the streets of a foreign country, watching people with white skin, yellow hair and blue eyes having a carnival, feeling the hustle and bustle of the downtown, resisting the neon lights The glare...
An inexplicable heat wave flowed throughout my body, and I told myself that I missed home! Yes, I miss home, the home that all Chinese with yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes share.
Qomolangma shows her strength, the Great Wall reveals her wisdom, the Yellow River rolls with her fierceness, and the Sun Moon Lake contains her tenderness; there is Mount Tai, which "sees all the small mountains at a glance", and there is "running to the sea" The Yangtze River will never be returned again, and the West Lake is always suitable for wearing light makeup and heavy makeup - our home, she is so beautiful!
I remember that she came from ancient times, dazzling with jewels, so beautiful that it was otherworldly and surprising. She decorates herself with glorious history and splendid culture, and decorates herself with ancient civilization. So she became drunk amidst the admiration and admiration of everyone.
She was drunk. In her dream, flowers were fragrant and kites were flying and butterflies were dancing.
Then Yingji cut her open at will with the shining bayonet, and France trampled her wantonly with his shiny leather shoes. She screamed heart-breakingly... The blood was dripping and her heart ached. She had lost her former charm, leaving only endless desolation and devastation. She began to feel depressed.
However, she cannot be depressed!
In her heart, there were countless voices facing her: "You are our common home, you must be brave!"
"Stand up and use your strength and fortitude. !"
"Stand up, use your intelligence and agility!"
"Stand up, use your soul and spirit!"
… …
Stand up! She stood up, really stood up!
After defeating herself and the enemy, she stood and smiled for eternity!
The wounds are slowly healing, the fragility is gradually fading away, the brilliance is still moving, and the smile is still bright, but there is less willfulness and childishness, and more maturity and rationality. Among the flowers and applause, she will no longer be drunk.
Having gone through hardships and humiliations, bitterness and tears, she is now calmer and more determined!
Successfully won the right to host the 2008 Olympic Games, worked hard and finally joined the World Trade Organization, fulfilling the football dream she had waited for 40 years... Now, every step of her life They all walked steadily.
The voice in my heart keeps ringing: "China, we love you!"
Yes, we love you.
I love your beauty, your wisdom and aura, your bravery and strength, your bumpy journey, your growth... You are our eternal harbor and our eternal home!