How many times have you dreamed of returning to your hometown, a period of nostalgia, a period of sadness. Life is always going around, looking back, forty-three spring and autumn, the hometown is still wandering in the dream.
Originally planned to drive my son on New Year's Day this year and take me back to my hometown, but I wished. But his driver's license was less than a year old, he couldn't get on the highway, and he didn't make the trip. how! how...... Looking at the photos of the old house sent back by the little sister, she burst into tears.
Yes, the old house I remember carries the rise and fall of a family, witnesses the joys and sorrows of generations, and now it is like an old man who has been in a bad mood. The photo of the little sister and her father pushing open the door of the hall house, I can't help but think about it, and I went back to my hometown with my grandmother for the first time when I was a child, the scene was familiar, the firewood door was long buckled, the difference was that the | hall house was full of rice in the brigade. Because no one lived for a long time, it became a temporary warehouse for the brigade. Now it is empty, and the front and back of the house are like Lu Xun's "From the Hundred Grass Garden to the Sanwei Book House", which is dilapidated. Thinking of the carefree childhood I had spent there; thinking of my father's love and grandmother's care; thinking of myself lying on a bamboo bed, playing with the skin to go to the little bees in the hole in the wall, being stung and crying; thinking of learning from my father, lighting a kerosene lamp on the bed to burn mosquitoes and burning mosquito nets; thinking of the mid-Autumn Festival, the family sniffing pumpkin seeds on the flat ground in front of the house to see the moon; thinking about whether the childhood friends were okay; thinking of grandma shaking a pair of small feet, busy figures in front of the house and behind the house, now it is already a heavenly separation... Tears of homesickness, a thousand miles away.
Oh, hometown, the wanderer will eventually return to the side. Oh, hometown, you will always be the weakest string in my heart.