I miss my hometown, because the mountains and rivers in my hometown have left footprints of ancestors reclaiming land, planting trees, laying the foundation for future generations and benefiting future generations, as well as many touching legends. Our descendants have been writing their dreams and interpreting their stories on the stage of life, making our family more prosperous; I can't forget my hometown because there are my relatives here. They plowed through the four seasons, worked hard in the fields cultivated by their ancestors, cared for this black land all their lives, sowed the hope of the four seasons, and enjoyed the joy of rich fruits, vegetables and fragrant rice.
Sighing that the years are ruthless and make people old all the time, the former partners are now running for their livelihood, running here and there, wandering like duckweeds and struggling in a foreign land. It is difficult to decide when everyone will come back. Although there are times to meet, gathering is short-lived, and it is even harder to leave and hate for a long time. Nowadays, family ties are dying, and it is really worrying to maintain them.
Hometown, not far from me or near, far away, less than an hour's drive, near, close at hand, this memory has always been in my heart. However, people outside, bound by everything, are often involuntarily. Whenever they return to China, it is inevitable that they will come and go in a hurry. Wanderer's footsteps have been on the way back and forth, missing is like having wings, and I will return to my hometown in an instant.
As soon as I set foot in my hometown, I was excited. When I saw that man in the mountains and rivers of my hometown, I felt very cordial. I heard the local accent in my ears all the way, and I felt that my family was infinitely warm. I took a nap on the road, and Linxi was a pinch of clear water. I can't help drinking more.
When I get home, if I have enough time, I will go straight to the wild, follow the footsteps of my childhood, skillfully walk on the mountain road and walk through the wilderness, and I meet you. Although the green hills are there, the green water often flows, but there is no trace of the mountain road on the LAM Raymond River, so we have to drill through the forest and find an empty place to stand quietly, listening to the wind whistling in the distance and listening carefully to the flowing water. Looking at the mountains, the bamboo forests are graceful, swaying in the wind and dancing. Standing still, moving still, slowly feeling the breeze, the wind blowing intoxicating flowers, really intoxicating. Birds are singing in the mountains, and the grass is full of chirping sounds, as if to extend cordial greetings to the wanderers who are returning home.
In case of rain, it's best to climb the mountain and overlook the peaks. Clouds are lingering and looming, like a black dragon winding for miles. Overlooking the mountain, a stream passes through the village, like a jade belt, crystal clear, singing all the way to the distance.
At the foot of the mountain, Yuan Ye is criss-crossing, rising step by step. I want to enjoy the scenery of the field along the field path. Who would have thought that all the way forward, a few pieces of cultivated land, only where the road is now, the four fields are overgrown with weeds, the farther you go, the less willing you are to move forward. Simply walk into the nearby fields and hold a handful of soil in your arms, so that when he is homesick, he can take a deep breath of the original soil fragrance from this field and feel that his hometown is always around!
Although it is a backcountry, in my eyes, people who live in that mountain and that water miss me all the time. Although I am far away from home and in a bustling city, my hometown is still uneasy in my heart. Even if not in my dream, I can't forget those beautiful mountains and simple people inside. Even if it is not in a dream, I can't forget the eyes of my childhood relatives. Even if it is not in a dream, I can't forget it, and I can't forget the cheerful footprints left by my childhood in the mountains!
People are away, my hometown has drifted away, and my relatives in my hometown and I have different living habits, but I have never lost myself and looked down on the glitz of the city. I still retain the industrious and simple nature of my ancestors, my hometown, my new home and a kind of life, which I miss at both ends. With the growth of age, the inner thoughts will become stronger and stronger!