On the day of sending off grandma, the laughter of the uncle's family was particularly harsh. The uncle talked and laughed with the guests, as if the grandmother who had just passed away was just a wisp of cooking smoke gently blown away. Since that day, three years have passed, and the uncle has never set foot on the land of his hometown again.
"Uncle, look at this weather, it's a good time to sow seeds. "I stood at the top of the field, looking at the sky, trying to evoke his nostalgia for his hometown.
"Well, you young people have to take advantage of the opportunity, unlike me, who can only stay in the city now. The uncle's gaze was misty, as if he was remembering something, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Uncle, do you remember when we were children catching loaches together in the fields?" I tried to touch his heartstrings with shared memories.
"Remember, when we were still children, how did we know the hardships of life. Uncle replied lightly, as if those happy times had nothing to do with him.
It's been three years, and the uncle has never come back. The old family's house is gradually deserted, the yard is overgrown with weeds, and the once prosperous home has become desolate. I know that Uncle's heart has been far away from this land, away from those memories of the past.
"Uncle, don't you really want to come back and see?" I asked him on the phone, with a hint of pleading in my voice.
"In the future, busy now. Uncle's answer was always so simple, so pale.
I know that Uncle's heart is dead, dead in that place he once loved so much. He chose to escape, he chose to forget, he chose to leave. And the place he once loved so much was also bleak because of him.
"Uncle, look, this is your favorite peach blossom. "I picked up a peach blossom and tried to evoke his nostalgia for his hometown.
"Well, it's beautiful. The uncle's gaze finally fluctuated, but soon regained his composure.
I know that Uncle's heart is dead, dead in that place he once loved so much. He chose to escape, he chose to forget, he chose to leave. And the place he once loved so much was also bleak because of him.
It's been three years, and the uncle has never come back. The old family's house is gradually deserted, the yard is overgrown with weeds, and the once prosperous home has become desolate. I know that Uncle's heart has been far away from this land, away from those memories of the past.
"Uncle, don't you really want to come back and see?" I asked him on the phone, with a hint of pleading in my voice.
"In the future, busy now. Uncle's answer was always so simple, so pale.
I know that Uncle's heart is dead, dead in that place he once loved so much. He chose to escape, he chose to forget, he chose to leave. And the place he once loved so much was also bleak because of him.
"Uncle, look, this is your favorite peach blossom. "I picked up a peach blossom and tried to evoke his nostalgia for his hometown.
"Well, it's beautiful. The uncle's gaze finally fluctuated, but soon regained his composure.
I know that Uncle's heart is dead, dead in that place he once loved so much. He chose to escape, he chose to forget, he chose to leave. And the place he once loved so much was also bleak because of him.
It's been three years, and the uncle has never come back. The old family's house is gradually deserted, the yard is overgrown with weeds, and the once prosperous home has become desolate. I know that Uncle's heart has been far away from this land, away from those memories of the past.
"Uncle, don't you really want to come back and see?" I asked him on the phone, with a hint of pleading in my voice.
"In the future, busy now. Uncle's answer was always so simple, so pale.
I know that Uncle's heart is dead, dead in that place he once loved so much. He chose to escape, he chose to forget, he chose to leave. And the place he once loved so much was also bleak because of him.
"Uncle, look, this is your favorite peach blossom. "I picked up a peach blossom and tried to evoke his nostalgia for his hometown.
"Well, it's beautiful. The uncle's gaze finally fluctuated, but soon regained his composure.
I know that Uncle's heart is dead, dead in that place he once loved so much. He chose to escape, he chose to forget, he chose to leave. And the place he once loved so much was also bleak because of him.
It's been three years, and the uncle has never come back. The old family's house is gradually deserted, the yard is overgrown with weeds, and the once prosperous home has become desolate. I know that Uncle's heart has been far away from this land, away from those memories of the past.
"Uncle, don't you really want to come back and see?" I asked him on the phone, with a hint of pleading in my voice.
"In the future, busy now. Uncle's answer was always so simple, so pale.
I know that Uncle's heart is dead, dead in that place he once loved so much. He chose to escape, he chose to forget, he chose to leave. And the place he once loved so much was also bleak because of him.
"Uncle, look, this is your favorite peach blossom. "I picked up a peach blossom and tried to evoke his nostalgia for his hometown.
"Well, it's beautiful. The uncle's gaze finally fluctuated, but soon regained his composure.
I know that Uncle's heart is dead, dead in that place he once loved so much. He chose to escape, he chose to forget, he chose to leave. whereas