When I read "Nostalgia" when I was a child, I actually couldn't understand the meaning, I didn't understand what nostalgia was, and I didn't understand why nostalgia was a stamp, a ferry ticket, and a grave. At that time, I thought it was just a simple thought. Until later, the family was poor, my mother had to go out to work, and I cried for a long time that night after learning about it, that was the first time I understood what homesickness meant, but I only stayed on the thought of my mother, which was very simple at that time, and after only a few days, the thoughts disappeared. Running all day long in the mountains,
Years ago when my mother came home, waiting for me in the school playground, I was very happy at that moment, she bought new clothes for me and my sister, bought a watch, that was the first time I wore a watch, happy to sleep at night, I also specially guarded the hillside, to see how long it takes for people on the mountain to go down the mountain, until later my mother chatted with people, saying that the next year did not go out, she said to worry about the children at home, at that time I think homesickness may be worry.
I remember that when I was interning in Suzhou later, I was outside for the First New Year. Everyone had dinner together, and at that time, there were many people and lively, and there was not much emotion, until after the group broke up, they lay on their beds, and the loneliness came from the depths of the soul. I began to cry uncontrollably, I missed like a tide, I began to miss the busy back of everyone in the family during the New Year, and the aroma of the meal seemed to float thousands of miles and was sent to my nose. The smell of firecrackers, fireworks instantly bloom in the mind. At the end of the picture, Grandpa is setting off fireworks.
This year is almost the New Year, yes, only two months, I don't know if the home is cold, whether the leaves of the tree next to the house have fallen out, I don't know if the osmanthus tree in front of Grandpa's grave has grown a little taller, and now I am about to buy a ticket. I seem to have smelled the grass and trees in my hometown.
Nostalgia is childhood
Nostalgia is worrying
Nostalgia is affection
Nostalgia is an endless road.