Nostalgia

I can’t remember how many days I have left my hometown, and I don’t know whether my hometown has changed a lot compared with before. If you leave home for a long time, you will miss it unconsciously. If you leave home for a long time, you will not help missing it in your heart. I miss every corner of my hometown, even every stream, each grass. My hometown falls in the ravine, so I have been dealing with those mountains, waters and even every grass since I was a child. I have been playing with them for a long time, and my feelings gradually become deeper, now in this place far away from home, I always miss the landscape of my hometown from time to time. It is neither missing nor missing. I just want to go back and have a look after a long time. Now I am in this place where I can’t tell whether it is spring or summer. Sometimes it gets warm and sometimes gets cold; Some flowers bloom, and some fall. Today, I am studying alone in this place far away from my hometown. Although I am crazy about my family, I can only add a worry dream. The rain outside the window was still falling carefully, and my yearning for home was not completely gone. On the contrary, it was added a little by the moon surrounded by clouds. Standing by the window, staring at the pedestrians under the rainy road. At this time, there was no active thoughts in my mind, and no thoughts except homesickness left. I just wanted to squeeze out all the things in my mind to slowly recall the past that I once had. The wind blew gently, blowing away the breath of missing, and blowing a few smells of home. With the wet rain, my eyes were blurred. A curtain of inner sadness was also blown up by the wind that didn’t understand human feelings. I only hated the dark night that I couldn’t see through how I looked at it; The mountains that I couldn’t see through how I looked at it. But the blurred eyes still didn’t listen to the inner warning. They were still crazy, looking at the home which was not known how many mountains and how many meters away. The wind was so cool that it blew into the attic and my heart again. The deep love I wrote really wanted to send to the moon in the gorgeous poem, that floated in the bottom of my heart and floated deeply. I really want to let myself go with which moonlit night, and turn into a wisp of bright light to spread in every corner of my hometown. But in this way, no matter how to pray with the slim fingers, what God, who didn’t know how to cherish, left me was just a watch without return. After living in the world for too long, there are some memories that no matter how hard you try to think, no matter how hard you try to conceive. In the face of time, all these seem so pale and vague, the vague things made me unable to forgive myself, and made me unable to let go of the melancholy accumulated in my heart. I can only open some old photos and slowly walk into those young and shallow years with my own memories; I can only forget the dark night sky of Seren, a desk lamp, I picked up the rice paper and ink pen to record the dream that I didn’t know how long I had dug in my heart. The pattering rain gradually came to an end, and the precious water beads did not continue to fall down. Through the clouds, it seems that you can see the shallow Moon, the shallow stars, and the shallow dreams sent away. Seeing the rain stopped, I suddenly found that I, who had been leaning on the fence alone, was anesthetized by the filled lovesickness, let me enjoy a short dream that I don’t know whether to achieve or not. Seeing the rain stopped, I suddenly realized that my upper body was shivering. I quickly picked up a thin coat and put it on my shoulder. Then I continued to lean on the cold window fence, the verses that are loved by many people are indulged in his mouth: it is easy to see when it is difficult to leave, the flowing water is falling and the spring is passing by, and the past covered by years is passing by, which is cast into an unforgettable sadness in a hurry. Although I am sighing, I am sentimental, and I am missing. But it doesn’t mean that I didn’t hurry on. I am driving step by step. Although I know that the road ahead is full of many things I don’t know, the idea of moving forward is still in my heart, the words I once promised were still printed deep in my mind. I still have to continue on the road far away, and continue to rely on my whole life to watch.

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