My hometown trip

Tao Ran

Little away from home Sai City,

Sideburns did not dare to forget Sejong.

Night comes to dream of peach blossoms,

Morning pack home trip.

Tea and rice evoke the taste of childhood,

Smiling faces come to affection.

Thanksgiving to the grandfather for choosing a blessed land,

God bless the younger generations with inspirational courses.

My hometown is in a small mountain village in Weifang, Shandong. There is an unnamed hill behind the village, a small river babbling through the village, and the peach trees that are full of mountains, and the whole village is hidden in the fog of pink peach blossoms during the blooming season, like a legendary fairyland.

Whether it is on the hillside or next to the river is the best place to play in my childhood memory, there are small bugs on the hillside that cannot be caught, there are small fish and shrimp in the small river, but when you are lucky, you can catch small crabs, and if you are not careful, your little finger will be slammed, although it is not a big problem, it is still very painful, but the heart is happy to blossom. The happiest thing is that during the peach blossom season, the friends ran around and played various games in the flowers under the tree, until the adults shouted and ate before reluctantly leaving.

It was an indelible memory of fullness, sweetness and happiness.

When I was about 6 years old, my parents went to Suiyuan (now Inner Mongolia) far away to make a living because of the difficulties of life, but I stayed in my hometown because I couldn't take my grandmother from childhood, but half a year later, due to hunger, my grandmother let my little aunt send it to my parents. Since then, Inner Mongolia has become my hometown, in this vast and rich, beautiful and enthusiastic land to go to school, work, start a family, retire, and suddenly become an authentic Inner Mongolian, but what can never be erased is the strong nostalgia and beautiful childhood memories.

After retirement, I have my own time to arrange, and I can finally go back to my hometown to see. Now the hometown tile houses are built, the streets are clean, the trees are green and colorful, the fields are connected into pieces, and the travel is driven by car, which is very beautiful, fashionable, environmental, and the position is not lost to The Outer Flag County. There is also the warm face greeting, the sincere hand greeting, the kind hometown voice, the sincere and simple father and the old folk, all of which make me the returning wanderer feel grateful, and there are deep feelings!

The above little poem is my true feelings about the hometown of a wanderer.