Give the long-simmering thoughts to the autumn wind, let the bright moon interpret the melody of acacia, let the reunited heart fly to the sky, and think of you-my hometown-in the mottled night sky of a foreign land.
My hometown-Oriental Green Spring. Located at the foot of Ailao Mountain, beside Lixian River, it has unique scenery, beautiful environment and simple folk customs. And my beloved parents and childhood friends.
In order to study, I came to Gejiu, Xi Du, which is far away from my hometown, and went home at most twice every semester. I don't know what it's like not to leave home and miss home. Every weekend, I envy my roommates for coming home happily. The dormitory on weekends is empty and lifeless, and no one can talk alone in the lonely dormitory at night. The only thing I can do is to call my family to solve my loneliness, or call my friends to talk about the recent situation and prove that I am not a lonely person. The night is long and the homesickness is getting stronger and stronger. I am not sleepy at all. My thoughts will chase the bright sun in my hometown, and my tears will flow away quietly. I am homesick.
The bright moon is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and I'm constantly homesick, although I'm not here. My heart yearns for it. My hometown and I, in Qian Shan, seem to be separated by water, but we have never been far away. I miss my grandmother's thatched cottage, one east and one west, just like mushrooms in the mountains, dense, natural, simple and lovely. I miss my grandfather's wicker chair. When I was a child, I sat on it and played with the sun shining in my palm, as if everything was under control. When I clenched my fist, it had disappeared, and the feeling of being close to my hand was a beautiful illusion. Grandpa put it under the melon rack in the yard and made a cup of tea. He sat on it and played by. I looked at my grandfather's expression, just like a feeling of life when the west wind withered the green trees last night. I went to the tall building alone and saw the end of the world.
At the end of each semester, it is the time I look forward to most. Usually a week before the holiday, I can't resist my feelings. This week is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week of the school year for me. I am immersed in the joy of going home, not to mention reviewing my lessons. This is also my most boring point. My mind always trumps my ambition. Every time I pick up a book and review it well, I feel happy when I cram for it temporarily. Of course, my textbooks are also thrown aside to pack my luggage, even though my luggage has been collected many times. ...
Hometown, how many nights I stood in the dormitory corridor facing west, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, thinking that every star hides a smiling face, which makes people want to wear it.