#红红火火过大年 #
I like to run in nature, even in this cold winter, even if the wind is a little bit harsh, even when the snow is drifting, I still will not flinch. At this time, it will be remembered that "the sky is leisurely and the sky is vast, and the hometown feelings are cut." ”
I always want to look for some familiar taste in the wilderness, or the tree is like the one in the yard of the family, or the creek is like the river in the hometown, or the winding path is the direction of home, I firmly believe that in the strange place, you can also find the familiar place.
The cold wind heralds the coming of the New Year, and the cold wind blows up a nostalgia, tomorrow or one day, I can carry my bags back to my hometown. Will there be a "little little left home and the old man returns, and the time has not changed the sideburns." "The scene? It is also very likely.
It is no wonder that when he left, he did not have a trace of white hair, and now he is a white-haired old man.
The old house has become a high-rise building, the river has disappeared, and only the plum tree, still open, welcomes my return. "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." Meihua understands me best, understands my persistence, understands my forbearance, and understands my difficulty. "Where the old garden is, the home is leisurely." "A year will come to an end, and no one will return."