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For every wanderer, hometown is always the inseparable emotion in his heart. It is not only a piece of land, but also a heavy concern, and an eternal sustenance in the depths of the soul. Hometown is not a simple mathematical problem, we cannot accurately calculate the distance between the wanderer's hometown and home, because it is full of too many unspeakable emotions and memories, and it has become an unsolvable equation.
Since my parents passed away one after another, I have rarely stepped into the village where I was born and raised, for fear of touching the scene and arousing endless thoughts and sentimentality. Once upon a time, I made a promise to my parents that when I retired, I would return to my hometown to accompany them. However, the years are merciless, and my parents can't wait for my return, so they fall quietly like ripe fruits, leaving me with endless regrets and nostalgia.
My city is far from my hometown, and it would take me six hours to get there by car. It's not easy for someone like me in my prime. Fortunately, now the high-speed rail is developed, and it only takes three hours to reach from Hangzhou to Jining, Shandong, which greatly shortens the journey home.
A few days ago, I received an invitation from a comrade-in-arms in my hometown of Yutai, Shandong Province, whose grandson was about to get married. I bought a train ticket from Hangzhou to Xuzhou one day in advance, and my comrades-in-arms have arranged for someone to come to the station to greet me, which makes me feel warm.
The train was speeding away, and my heart had already flown to the long-lost village. My comrades-in-arms' village is only more than six miles away from my home, and I want to visit the village that raised me after attending the wedding feast. When I arrived at my comrades' village, I was greeted by the friendly eyes and warm greetings of the villagers on the side of the road, and they probably wondered what I was related to this family.
Weddings in the countryside still maintain the customs of the year, but the process is slightly simplified. Seeing our comrades-in-arms, we warmly embraced each other and felt that time had flown by. We were in the prime of life, but now we have entered the twilight years, and we can't help but sigh at the ruthlessness of the years.
Lunch was hearty, but everyone didn't eat much, and now that the living conditions are better, the joke of "eating a big feast for three days" has long been a thing of the past. After the meal, I said goodbye to my comrades-in-arms, and he arranged for my fellow villagers to take me to my house. Along the way, I was full of anticipation and apprehension, wondering what my hometown village had become now.
My childhood hometown is where I came from and where I returned. Today, however, it has become a huge grave where my fathers and fellow villagers are buried. My grandfather's shoulders were my childhood world, and my father's shoulders carried the whole family. Their departure filled my heart with endless thoughts and sentimentality.
The graves of the village are scattered among the wheat fields, quiet and solemn. They don't have the same uniformity as the city's cemeteries, nor do they have cold stone monuments and ornate decorations. However, these simple mounds carry the history and memory of the village, and are an inseparable part of the hearts of the villagers.
The green wild vegetables in front of my house are overgrown, and the bustle and laughter of the past are gone. As I stood in front of my father's grave, I remembered the past vividly, and tears welled up in my eyes. My father's diligence and dedication have now become an eternal memory in my heart.
I also went out of my way to visit my eldest mother, who is over 90 years old, but she is still in good health. I was amazed by her ability to take care of herself, and the stir-fried pork with cabbage and iron pancakes for lunch made me have an endless aftertaste. When I talked to her, I felt like I was back in my hometown, which was full of laughter and laughter.
This trip to my hometown made me reacquaint myself with the place where I was born and raised. Although it is no longer what it used to be, the deep affection and concern for my hometown will always be engraved in my heart. No matter where I go, my hometown is the warmest and most precious memory in my heart.
When I set out on the journey home, my heart swelled with deep longing for my hometown. That land is both the beginning of my life and the destination of my soul. However, as the years passed, it has become strange and distant, as if it were an insurmountable chasm.
Since my parents passed away, I have rarely had the opportunity to return to my hometown. Whenever I think of returning home, my heart is always full of mixed emotions. I'm afraid that the familiar scene will evoke endless memories and thoughts. But this time, I mustered up the courage and set out on the way home.
The high-speed train is galloping, and the scenery outside the window flashes by. My heart is full of anticipation and apprehension, and I wonder what my hometown has become now. Does the village still retain those familiar traces?
After getting off the bus, I was warmed by the warm welcome of my comrades. We hugged each other and wept, lamenting the passage of time. He took me to the village, and along the way, I observed the changes around me. Although the appearance of the village is a little unfamiliar, the intimacy and familiarity are still the same.
The wedding of the grandson of my comrade-in-arms was very lively, and I felt the joy and simplicity of the countryside. However, I can never forget that quiet grave in my heart, it is an eternal pain in my heart.
After lunch, I went to my house alone. The wild vegetables at the door are luxuriant, as if telling the vicissitudes of time. I walked into the courtyard, and the laughter and laughter of the past were gone. I stood in front of my father's grave, tears welling up in my eyes. I recall my father's hard work and selfless dedication during his lifetime, and my heart is filled with endless nostalgia and gratitude.
The eldest lady is still alive, and I admire her strength and optimism. We talked about the past, and those good memories seemed to come back to our eyes. I savored her homemade lunch, and the familiar taste made me feel a warm current in my heart.
This trip to my hometown made me feel the deep affection and concern for my hometown again. Although it is no longer what it used to be, the family affection and memories are forever engraved in my heart. No matter where I go, my hometown is the warmest and most precious memory in my heart.
On the way home, I have deep affection and longing for my hometown. That land is not only the starting point of my life, but also the destination of my soul. However, as the years passed, it seemed to have become distant and vague, which made me nervous.
The death of my parents has weakened my connection with my hometown. Whenever I think of returning home, I always hesitate, afraid that the familiar scenery will evoke endless memories and sentimentality. But this time, I mustered up the courage and decided to set foot on that once familiar land again.
The high-speed train is galloping, and the scenery outside the window is flying by. I have mixed emotions in my heart, both longing for my hometown and apprehension about the unknown. After getting off the bus, the warm welcome of my comrades-in-arms made me feel a trace of warmth, and we hugged each other tightly, lamenting the ruthlessness of the years.
The wedding of the grandson of my comrade-in-arms was very lively, and I was in it and felt the joy and liveliness of the countryside. However, my heart has never forgotten the quiet cemetery, where my relatives are buried, and it is my eternal concern in my heart.
After lunch, I went to my former home alone. The wild vegetables at the door are lush and green, as if telling the passage of time. I walked into the courtyard, and the laughter and laughter of the past still echoed in my ears. I stood in front of my father's grave, tears welling up in my eyes. I think back to the bits and pieces of my father's life, and his hard work and selfless dedication fill my heart with endless gratitude and nostalgia.
I also went to visit my eldest mother, although she is old, she is in good spirits, optimistic and cheerful. We talked about the past, and those good memories seemed to come back to our eyes. The lunch made by my aunt made me taste the taste of home, and the warmth and kindness made my heart well.
This trip to my hometown made me feel the deep affection and attachment to my hometown again. Although it is no longer what it used to be, the family affection and memories are forever engraved in my heart. No matter where I go, my hometown is the warmest and most precious place in my heart.
When I decided to make my way home, my emotions were surging like a tidal wave. My hometown, the land that once raised me, has now become both familiar and strange under the baptism of time.
Since the death of my parents, my hometown has become a distant dream in my heart. Whenever I think of returning home, I always have mixed feelings, looking forward to reliving old dreams, but also afraid of touching the scene. But this time, I mustered up the courage and was determined to pursue that long-lost family and memory.
The high-speed train galloped, taking me through thousands of mountains and rivers, straight to the holy place in my heart. After getting out of the car, the warm hug of my comrades-in-arms made me feel a burst of warmth. We talked about the past, lamented the ruthlessness of the years, and at the same time felt happy for this reunion.
The wedding of the grandson of my comrade-in-arms was very lively, and I immersed myself in the festive atmosphere of the countryside. However, the longing for that cemetery always lingered in my heart. There, my relatives are buried, and they are the eternal concern of my heart.
After lunch, I set out on my own journey in search of my old home. The wild vegetables at the door are clustered, as if telling the vicissitudes of time. I walked into the courtyard, and the laughter and laughter of the past seemed to echo in my ears. I stood in front of my father's grave and tears rolled down my face. I think back to the bits and pieces of my father's life, and his hard work and selfless dedication fill my heart with endless gratitude and longing.
In the days in my hometown, I also went to visit my eldest mother. Although she is old, she is in good spirits and still maintains an optimistic attitude. We talked about the past, and those good memories seemed to come back to our eyes. The lunch made by my aunt made me taste the taste of home, and the warmth and kindness made my heart well.
This trip to my hometown made me feel the deep affection and attachment to my hometown again. Although it is no longer what it used to be, the family affection and memories are forever engraved in my heart. Hometown, you are my eternal concern, and it is also the warmest harbor in my heart.
When I decided to go home again, the emotions surging in my heart were like a tidal wave. My hometown, the land where I grew up, has now become both familiar and unfamiliar with the passage of time, which makes me look forward to it with a hint of unease.
Since my parents left, my hometown seemed to be becoming more and more distant. When I think of returning home, I always have mixed feelings, both longing to relive the past and dreading to face those loved ones who have passed away. However, this time I mustered up the courage and decided to embark on this spiritual journey.
The high-speed train is speeding away, and the scenery outside the window flashes by, but my heart is full of yearning for my hometown. After getting out of the car, the warm hug of my comrades-in-arms made me feel a wave of warmth in my heart. We sat together, talking about the past and lamenting the passage of time.
At the wedding of my comrade-in-arms' grandson, the festive atmosphere infected me. However, I can never forget the quiet cemetery in my heart, which is my eternal concern. After lunch, I went to the former home alone, and the wild vegetables at the door were still luxuriant, as if telling the traces of time.
I walked into the courtyard, and the laughter and laughter of the past still echoed in my ears. I stood in front of my father's grave and tears rolled down my face. I recall my father's hard work and selfless dedication during his lifetime, and my heart is filled with endless gratitude and longing.
In the days in my hometown, I also went to visit my eldest mother. Although she is old, she is still in good spirits, optimistic and cheerful. We talked about the past, and those good memories seemed to come back to our eyes. My aunt prepared lunch for me by herself, and the smell of home made me feel a warm current in my heart.
This trip to my hometown made me feel the deep affection and attachment to my hometown again. Although time has changed its appearance, the family affection and memories are forever engraved in my heart. Hometown, you are my eternal concern, and it is also the warmest harbor in my heart.
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