The car was swaying on the dirt road in the country, and the uneven road blocked our speed. Staring out of the window, a secluded village is located on the hillside. Although you can't see Weng Tao's hedge wall Huang Ju, there are chickens crowing on the green hills, which are leisurely and quiet. Unfortunately, due to the dry weather, the streams outside Guo Na are almost cut off, which makes the scenery of this mountain village less aura. Along the way, except the peasant woman who spoke at the head of the village, the old cow who couldn't see the sunset and the tired bird who returned to the forest naturally passed by their euphemistic songs. Maybe it's because the sudden increase of uninvited guests disturbed the peace here.
The car in front has disappeared, so we crossed this secluded place, re-entered the provincial road and continued south. I know, close to home, close to my mother, close to my hometown where I was born and raised.
When I saw the towering chimneys and the brick walls of Panshan, my heart was warm. It is the soil in my hometown that warms my heart, and it is the scenery in my hometown that softens my eyes. Hometown, a stamp affixed to the chest, takes the wanderer home; Hometown, like a long silk thread, tugs at me at one end and connects home at the other; Hometown is the root rooted in my heart. Even if you travel all over Qian Shan, you can't leave her loving eyes. Missing my hometown and my parents are all hidden pains in my heart. When I think of it, there is a layer of misty things in my eyes, and when I think of it, I have a piercing pain in my heart. I think, many people will have such a homesickness complex, perhaps it is the so-called homesickness!