Nostalgia Essay: Homecoming
Text: Rhombus flowers
You are the birthplace of my life, the fertile soil for my growth, the look back of the blossoms in my dreams, and the sorrow of my leaves falling back to their roots. Macheng, a lifetime of memories turned into treasures.
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Over the years, with the footsteps of the crowd to join the North Drift, many cities have arrived, and they are all special economic zones with a large floating population, flashing neon lights bustling on the wide streets, and countless handsome men and women shuttle through the streets. We decorate these beautiful cities with our youth in this flashy era.
Many people love these cities, even as a second home, to live happily. And although I live in other provinces every year, what I never forget in my heart is still my birthplace, Macheng, Hubei Province.
It's been eight years since I left Macheng, and my longing for her is like nostalgia in the light—I'm here, she's over there. The days when I can't go back to my hometown, my thoughts spread in my memories: I miss Macheng, I miss the people here, I want to listen to the dialect here, I want to see the azaleas here (there are poems as evidence: April day on earth, Macheng looks at the azaleas), I miss the grass and trees here, I miss every inch of the soil here...
Usually busy with livelihood, the Spring Festival has become a hope for returning to their hometown. I took my son Xiaoyi from Jiangxi to Repair Water and rushed to Macheng, Hubei Province. The moment I set out, I couldn't help but be ecstatic. As soon as I got off the train and left the platform, I turned around and saw three big characters: Macheng Station. I feel very close to my heart. Look at the people around you, they are all Macheng people. What they spoke was the familiar Macheng dialect. The mood is excited - finally home, you can see your parents and brothers and sisters, as well as the beautiful mountains and rivers, and the customs and customs...
Stepping on the land of Macheng, my heart is a different feeling. I feel precious for this annual visit to my relatives, and I want to spend every day back home with my heart, cherishing every minute and every second with my relatives. There are two things to do when I return to my hometown this time, one is to celebrate the joy of my parents building a building on the side of the road, and the other is that my sister is going to get married. It's all fun.
People are monsters, and they always know how to cherish them after they are lost. I know that in this life, Macheng is no longer my hometown, but my hometown. It was after I got married that I found out that my favorite city was Macheng.
Marrying Jiangxi was a rash decision when I was eighteen. So far away from Macheng. From the fall of the leaves to the roots to become a distant nostalgia, I, as a parent of a chrysanthemum (Chen Xiangju), began to brew in the autumn, and by the Spring Festival, I would miss the thinness. I have not feared the cold, only because of my attachment to Macheng.
Or maybe I'm not good enough to learn to be spontaneous, and I can't follow the customs...
I'd rather stubbornly watch from the inside, I like a city, my mother's ma city.
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