The second day of the Lunar New Year. Returning to Shanghai after the Spring Festival in my hometown, this year is the earliest one.
My father and little sister sent me to Lankao South Station, I didn't want to immerse myself too much in the sadness of parting, took my luggage to enter the station quickly, turned back when I brushed my ID card at the ticket gate, and sure enough, they were still looking at me, waving goodbye, and entering the security check.
How many times have I experienced such a scene, and my heart actually has some immunity to parting, hard enough, but that emotion still hit me in an instant. My relatives, my homeland, the grass and trees, bricks and tiles that I am familiar with, I am about to leave you for a while. In such an era of great change, our local society is also undergoing great changes, and in the next ten or twenty years, I don't know what will become, but my generation's attachment to the homeland where I was born and grew up in Si will probably never change.
Every parting is for a better reunion next time, and the expectation of the next reunion is the driving force for our struggle. Hometown, see you next time!
