Night reading | nostalgia is a bowl of pull-out strips

"The young man left home and returned to the old man, and the township tone did not change the sideburns." When I was a child, I couldn't understand what kind of taste nostalgia was, and I couldn't understand what the high school teacher said was a bowl of pulling strips. I am a native of Gaolan, from elementary school to high school has not left the county, has been living and studying in my hometown county. Later, because I went to college, I left my hometown, saw the scenery outside, and some people did not like the scenery of their hometown. Every time I came home, I began to dislike the green color of the mountains in my hometown and the lack of smooth roads in my hometown.

Year after year, in the midst of this disgust, I graduated from college. Then I chose marriage, I chose to marry far away, and I and my hometown are across the mountain, I desperately look for your geographical location on the map, measuring the distance between me and you with my hands. The brush of tears blurred my vision, and at that moment, I slightly understood the meaning of my hometown. Nostalgia is a faint taste that makes me dare to love the pain that cannot be told.

"Being a stranger in a foreign land alone, thinking of my relatives every festive season." The Spring Festival of 2022 is coming, and at this moment I am nearly three thousand kilometers away from my hometown, I can't measure the distance between me and her with my hands, and I can't restrain my inner thoughts. I haven't been back for two whole years. How I wanted to eat a simple sauerkraut meal and listen to my parents' nagging. On the road of Gaolan, a person steps on the road and enjoys the night view. Although this county town is not large, it really makes me miss it. What was previously disgusted has also become a longing. I have in mind the scene when I left home in 2019, my father prepared a backpack for me for the long journey, and my mother prepared a bowl of pull-out strips for me. In this wordless atmosphere, I just feel that time is a little fast, listening to the ticking clock, I don't want to look at the clock, in that instant, how I want time to go slower. Suddenly, the mother said, "The rice is ripe," and the atmosphere was shattered by the brief words. As I ate the bowl of pull-outs, the tears flowed unconsciously, and my father did not say a word, smoking a cigarette, and said that he would often go home to see. My mother began to nag how much I enjoyed this time at that moment, and I ate the bowl of pull strips with tears in my eyes. The bowl is long, it is clear that it is the long road of life, and it is clear that it is the road under my feet. My father said to me in a serious voice: "Girl, suffering losses is a blessing, you must take good care of yourself outside, work well, bear hardships well, work can not be picked and picked, there is something to call home, home will always be your warmest harbor." My mother kept stuffing me with money, and my tears couldn't stop again...

The footsteps of the Chinese New Year in 2022 are getting closer and closer, and the longing for my hometown has once again deepened. Every time from the news or on Douyin, I will look for changes in my hometown, and I will look for news about my hometown. From the snacks in the hometown to the people in the hometown, every grass and tree is a strong taste of childhood. How deeply you miss, how deep your love is. "Why are my eyes always full of tears, because of the depth of my love for this land." No matter how far I go, I deeply bless my hometown, I wish my hometown getting better and better, the people living and working in peace and contentment, and the days are flourishing. Everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.

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Author: Wei Wenli