Nostalgia

Time accumulates nostalgic emotions, and time gives birth to fermented memories. The pure emotion of thinking about hometown and looking forward to hometown; The strong complex of recalling hometown and thinking about hometown is becoming stronger and stronger in the deep memory. In the 1980 s, I received the thin, heavy admission notice which indicated the change of fate. Although I was overjoyed, I was not particularly excited. When I left the small mountain village, my heart was full of yearning for the mountain village, villagers, especially relatives, as well as expectations for jumping out of the agricultural Gate, for the city and for a better life in the future. From then on, I truly understood the importance of hometown to my life and the difficulty of giving up the countryside. I could only secretly bury my nostalgia for my hometown and my relatives deep in my heart. The memory of hometown is more formed in my school days. During the years when I was studying in the city, I went back to the village to help my family to work during the cold and fake holidays every year, I am used to the hard life in rural areas, such as planting seedlings and grains, hoeing fields, and carrying peaches on my shoulder. It is also in such an environment that you can feel the cycle changes of the vast fields all year round and experience the cycle of blooming and falling Azalea on the mountain. Soon after taking part in the work, with father’s implementation of the policy to return to the city, the whole family moved away from the small mountain village where they had lived for many years. But the continuous, verdant and green mountains in hometown, the river singing day and night, the winding path and the friendly and beautiful village often call tourists from other places. That lunar January the flying snow all over the sky, the fragrant peach blossoms all over the mountain in March, the golden rape flowers all over the land in April; The intoxicating rice fragrance in August, the Red Sorghum in September, in October, my hometown was busy with the scene of particle photo warehouse, hitting the heart of homesickness all the time. With the advancement of new rural construction, the shabby and low earth wall houses in the countryside have already become blue brick and cement tile houses, and the houses of villagers are much more spacious and bright. The cement road has been newly built in my hometown, and the car can drive directly to the front of the village and go back to the village, telling the villagers about the nostalgia, tasting the local flavor, listening to the local accent, drinking a cup of strong wine and drinking a spring, like a wisp of spring breeze. Looking for those forgotten memory traces carefully, here are the hillside where cattle were once herded, the ridge where pig grass was beaten, and the river where fish were caught in the water; There is the pine forest where mushrooms were picked up, I have captured the hidden bamboo forest and the path I went to school. My childhood, youth and youth, accent, nostalgia and local flavor have all become part of my life. I am full of nostalgia for the past, and the feeling of childhood is no longer enough. The neighbors full of yards, the old and the young, and the people full of villages have become dreams. When I left, I stopped and looked back at the village head, and the rural complex was still so unforgettable.

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