Nostalgia

Since then, I have become a traveller in my hometown. Although I looked back frequently, it still forced me to marry far away. When I go back, I can only be regarded as a guest. Besides the warm reception, it has already been silent to my daughter who has already been urbanized. My hometown is already strange to me. In that spring, I read for the first time in the back of the house with [A Dream of Red Mansions] in my hands, feeling the little sorrow of flowers and flowers; On that summer afternoon, the little girl who picked mushrooms slowly came from the pine forest, carrying bamboo blue, with a smile, it was like a lotus in the water; At that autumn dusk, at the moment when I looked up in the mountain stream, I looked at the girl with Reed and sexy fox tail on the rock; That winter, because of jumping rubber bands until it was dark, when I went home, my mother was full to play with the leather doll. Just like the new year pictures on the wall, you can only view from afar, not near. I will be hypnotized by it in the near future and take back the past. It is not easy to dream back to hometown beautifully. You need to sit lazily on the chair in the study, hold an open book in hand, and make a pot of green tea. I was tired of reading the book. I took a sip of tea and narrowed my eyes. My hometown was just like hanging orchid climbing down the high platform, touching me with its gentle hands. Therefore, I became a demon and turned into a Chihiro waterfall. I ran away singing songs and threw myself into its arms. The years of living in the city are so lonely that looking back at hometown can give some comfort. When I was wronged in the city or under heavy pressure at work, I would always buy a ticket and go back to my hometown regardless of the barrier of water and land transportation. Then he integrated himself into the pine forest in the back mountain, and used his bracelet to look at the forest beside him, which was much thicker than last time. He picked up the pine cone waiting for me like a treasure hunt. Fold a shrub into a ring and wear it on my head, so the noise of the city is far away from me. At that time, I was like a fragrant Bud, loved by my hometown so much that I could not see the sky. My hometown always wants to go back. My mother has already gone back. My mother had no job when she came out and supported her by her father’s salary. She admired people who had jobs all her life. It can be imagined that a rural woman suffered grievances at home. In the end, her old man turned herself into a steamed bun at the entrance of the village, realizing her wish of not having people to support her. Looking at the photos taken in the young age on my mother’s tombstone, the White Lotus and yellow chrysanthemum in my arms were scattered one after another. Touching my mother, it is my first time to find that my mother can also look so watery. Swallow saliva, look up at the sky, don’t let tears fall down: mom, my daughter has come to see you. In the next world, I hope that you will be born in a rich family, have a good relationship, and never cook for anyone like a servant for the rest of your life. Three years ago, my mother also walked into my homesickness. When I go back, I always buy a hug of White Lotus and yellow chrysanthemum and sit quietly with my mother for a while. The home of the city has become totally irrelevant to me. With tears in my eyes, I turned the sorrow for my hometown into thousands of poems in my heart, which were written in the sky with light clouds and breeze. Not big tears. Hometown, you must go back. It always sends its children out and welcomes them back in the form of suona publicity. Homesickness is a book that I read and read; It is also a landscape painting that I often recall at midnight, deliberately use thick and heavy colors to trace and trace in my heart, and it is difficult to trace authentic works.

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