Dream Home

When people reach middle age, there are many dreams. Whether sleeping in bed at night or taking a nap on the sofa at ordinary times, as long as you close your eyes, you can suddenly fall into a dream. However, the mountains and rivers in my hometown and the innocence and childishness in my childhood are still the ones who fall asleep most frequently. Do you think about it day and night, or do you have a strong nostalgia complex to blame? I don’t need to interpret it. I just feel the carefree feeling of me in my dream, wandering in the landscape of my hometown and nestling beside my mother. Therefore, I like myself who will never grow up in dreams, and I prefer the simple and lovely hometown in dreams. In fact, my hometown is no more common. She is just a very humble village. But I can proudly say that my hometown is a very beautiful place. There are continuous towering green mountains, clear and pure trickle streams, and honest and simple folks there. My hometown is not rich, but she has an enviable and beautiful name: Golden Harbor. According to the elders, many years ago, the ancestors lived on the hundreds of tree slopes on the other side of the mountain, which was still a deserted wild Ridge and suburb. One day, when my ancestor went back to her mother’s home in a sedan chair, she saw this place surrounded by mountains on three sides, with hundreds of birds chirping and trickle streams flowing. She thought it was a good place for habitat and reproduction. The ancestor asked the sedan chair to stop. She walked alone to get off the sedan chair and walked to the edge of a stream. Looking around, she took off the gold ornaments on her head and inserted them in the yellow Jingshan Hill beside the stream. She thought: After a few days, if this gold ornament still exists, let the children and grandchildren come here to settle down in the future. A few days later, my ancestor went back to her mother-in-law’s home and found the gold ornament shining far away. Later, she let her youngest son build a house here to cultivate and survive, so she made my hometown Golden Harbor. Hometown is the root of my life. More than 40 years ago, when I came to this world naked, it was my mother who suffered from hunger and fed me up with sweet milk; It was the beautiful landscape and simple folk customs of my hometown that cultivated my spiritual bones. More than twenty years ago, when I carried my bag from here and started another long journey of my life journey with the expectation of my fellow villagers, I once said to my hometown in my heart: I will do well, it won’t let the folks in hometown down. However, more than twenty years later, when I stroked the root of the tree of life and carefully examined my life, I felt a little ashamed of the land that gave birth to me and raised me. Although I have been in the city for many years, I have also become a sesame official without any position or right. Maybe in the eyes of hometown people, I am their pride, what makes me deeply ashamed is that, I didn’t make any contribution to my hometown. Because I am not rich, I have nothing to repay the kindness of my hometown. One year, when the village built roads, the village cadres came to me and thought that I could help them, but I really couldn’t get through the joints and channels to raise a sum of money for the village. I was short of money, so I had to turn over my pocket and give all I had to donate the ticket of several hundred yuan to my hometown. The money was just a drop in the bucket, but I did my best. I think: the reason why everyone is attached to his hometown is that the thick land of hometown can make the travellers who travel all their lives and have many difficulties and sorrows have a rest, and can comfort their tired hearts. Perhaps with the growth of age, this feeling will become stronger!

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