Hometown, I am at peace

That year, I got married, and from then on, I left the place where I was born and raised and had another home. And my childhood hometown has become "hometown". Although I have two homes, there is a sense of hometown, but there is no change. Whenever there is a quiet night, whenever there is something to achieve or a twist and turn, I will inadvertently think of the "hometown" that is like a hotel.

The following winter, with the anticipation and excitement of home, I took my wife on a journey home. On the way, listening to "Hometown", I kept thinking about the scene of seeing my parents when I returned home, and that kind of expectation was really hard to hide.

After getting out of the car, the familiar air is still severely smog. The sky is always gray, the winter in the north is very cold, and there are very few people on the streets. They all stayed at home and chatted around a charcoal-burning coal stove. The terraced trees in the distance are full of depressed gray and yellow. Although nothing has changed, this is my hometown, no music, no hustle and bustle, those places where life is very comfortable.

Listening to the familiar folk sounds on the road, and encountering the villagers who are familiar with me, they will ask: Come back? Have time to play Ha. Knowing that you are back, your parents are waiting for you at home. Dragging my luggage, I saw my mother who was still looking forward to it, heard someone talking, my mother felt it out to see, I ran up and shouted "Mom, I'm back" My nose was sour and my eyes were red. "Erbao, you're back," my mother looked at me and my wife, busy and said, "Fast-forward to sit at home, it's cold outside." Before we could sit down, my mother was ready to work, asking us what we wanted to eat while pouring water. I was busy saying don't be busy, we can do it ourselves, but my mother is still busy.

Parents are authentic farmers, although there is no money, but still save money to train us to go to school, I was lucky to become a college student, the tuition fee for college is not low, my parents in order to be able to let me not worry about tuition every year, will always save from various ways, remember that year, when the family did not have money to buy vegetables, my mother used the family's onion and garlic soy sauce, boiled out a pot of fried sauce, but we still ate very fragrant.

Now that we have grown up and become independent, we have not returned for more than two years, and we rarely even make phone calls. Every time I think that I have not fulfilled my responsibilities and obligations, I always blame myself in my heart. Parents always said, "You young people, just live well." Come back and see when you're free, it's all right. "I know, they also want to talk together when they're okay and talk about how we're out there. However, because I was busy making a living, I rarely went home.

In a familiar and unfamiliar city, riding the tram to work every day, wearing a mask to cope with all kinds of people, desperately busy for money. In the confusion and wandering, I feel helplessness and dreams.

Today, walking on the familiar homeland, no busyness, no pressure, no confusion, no helplessness, my impetuous heart, here is released. For the wanderers who drift from the north to the south, from the countryside to the city, the heart is still at home.

Although I am sometimes helpless, I still love my home and my hometown.