In the long river of life, there is always a piece of land that gently carries our roots and souls, and that is hometown - a place that can touch the softest part of the soul no matter how the years change. It is not only a geographical coordinate, but also an emotional harbor, a destination for the soul, healing every middle-aged person who is wandering outside, and its charm is far better than the thousands of scenery in the world.
"Sometimes I drive for hours just to sit quietly in front of my hometown for a while", this simple act has caused ripples in the comment area and touched the heartstrings of countless netizens. There seems to be a kind of magic in the hometown, which can make people forget the troubles of the world and find the long-lost peace and tranquility.
I remember that late at night, I drove to Nanchang, passing through my hometown, and it was already two o'clock in the morning. Under the highway, the outline of the home gradually became clear, but I saw that the door was locked, the parents had died, and the brother and sister-in-law lived in the city. At that moment, I chose to park my car in front of my house and spend the night alone. In the car, although the sleepiness is strong, the heart is sleepless, tears can't help but fall, this loneliness and longing, perhaps no one can match, and there is no need to say more. Five years have passed, and the anniversary of my father's death is approaching, and the pain of loss is still unforgettable.
"It's spring again outside the village, and I see no one in the green trees." The spring day is full of vitality, but it is difficult to hide the loneliness in my heart. The death of my father is like an unbearable weight in my life, which makes me deeply understand the helplessness and sorrow of "people have three thousand diseases in life and old age, and only missing cannot be cured". But it was this longing that became my strength to move forward, and made me decide that no matter how busy I was, I would return home every year on my parents' memorial day to comfort the souls of the dead and my heart.
"The autumn grass in front of the door is sad, and the old house remembers the old people." Every time I return to my hometown, those dusty memories come flooding back. When I was a child, the mountain col, the old house, the training stick, and the sound of calling children...... Everything is so familiar and yet distant. I walked alone in the footsteps of my childhood, as if I had stepped back in time, and my soul had been purified and at peace like never before. This kind of feeling, only the hometown can give, it in a unique way, heals the heart of every wanderer.
"Parents are here, and there is still a place in life; When your parents go, there is only one way back in life. This sentence has exhausted the hearts of countless people. The freedom and happiness that we have pursued all our lives may suddenly dawn on us at a certain moment, and the purest happiness has already quietly bloomed in the arms of our parents. Nowadays, although things are no longer human, the attachment and longing for home are getting stronger and stronger.
Our generation has gone through the changes of the times, from kerosene lamps to black-and-white televisions, from comic books to two-eight-bar bicycles, every object carries full of memories. At that time, we were innocent, happy and simple. Now, although I have grown up and faced a dazzling variety of goods and a fast-paced life, that pure happiness seems to be becoming more and more difficult to find. Perhaps, this is the price of growth.
"If you want to buy osmanthus and carry wine, it will not be the same, and you will travel as a teenager." The years have taken away our youth, but they have left endless thoughts and feelings. But in any case, hometown is always the destination of our soul, and it is the nostalgia that will never fade.
Here, I hope that every wanderer who travels far away can often look back at the road he came, and never forget his original intention. I also look forward to sharing more stories and insights with you in the comment area, and feeling the warmth and strength from my hometown together. Like, follow, and leave a message, let us meet, know and accompany each other in the world of words.
In the long river of life, there is always a piece of land that gently carries our roots and souls, and that is hometown - a place that can touch the softest part of the soul no matter how the years change. It is not only a geographical coordinate, but also an emotional harbor, a destination for the soul, healing every middle-aged person who is wandering outside, and its charm is far better than the thousands of scenery in the world.
"Sometimes I drive for hours just to sit quietly in front of my hometown for a while", this simple act has caused ripples in the comment area and touched the heartstrings of countless netizens. There seems to be a kind of magic in the hometown, which can make people forget the troubles of the world and find the long-lost peace and tranquility.
I remember that late at night, I drove to Nanchang, passing through my hometown, and it was already two o'clock in the morning. Under the highway, the outline of the home gradually became clear, but I saw that the door was locked, the parents had died, and the brother and sister-in-law lived in the city. At that moment, I chose to park my car in front of my house and spend the night alone. In the car, although the sleepiness is strong, the heart is sleepless, tears can't help but fall, this loneliness and longing, perhaps no one can match, and there is no need to say more. Five years have passed, and the anniversary of my father's death is approaching, and the pain of loss is still unforgettable.
"It's spring again outside the village, and I see no one in the green trees." The spring day is full of vitality, but it is difficult to hide the loneliness in my heart. The death of my father is like an unbearable weight in my life, which makes me deeply understand the helplessness and sorrow of "people have three thousand diseases in life and old age, and only missing cannot be cured". But it was this longing that became my strength to move forward, and made me decide that no matter how busy I was, I would return home every year on my parents' memorial day to comfort the souls of the dead and my heart.
"The autumn grass in front of the door is sad, and the old house remembers the old people." Every time I return to my hometown, those dusty memories come flooding back. When I was a child, the mountain col, the old house, the training stick, and the sound of calling children...... Everything is so familiar and yet distant. I walked alone in the footsteps of my childhood, as if I had stepped back in time, and my soul had been purified and at peace like never before. This kind of feeling, only the hometown can give, it in a unique way, heals the heart of every wanderer.
"Parents are here, and there is still a place in life; When your parents go, there is only one way back in life. This sentence has exhausted the hearts of countless people. The freedom and happiness that we have pursued all our lives may suddenly dawn on us at a certain moment, and the purest happiness has already quietly bloomed in the arms of our parents. Nowadays, although things are no longer human, the attachment and longing for home are getting stronger and stronger.
Our generation has gone through the changes of the times, from kerosene lamps to black-and-white televisions, from comic books to two-eight-bar bicycles, every object carries full of memories. At that time, we were innocent, happy and simple. Now, although I have grown up and faced a dazzling variety of goods and a fast-paced life, that pure happiness seems to be becoming more and more difficult to find. Perhaps, this is the price of growth.
"If you want to buy osmanthus and carry wine, it will not be the same, and you will travel as a teenager." The years have taken away our youth, but they have left endless thoughts and feelings. But in any case, hometown is always the destination of our soul, and it is the nostalgia that will never fade.
Here, I hope that every wanderer who travels far away can often look back at the road he came, and never forget his original intention. I also look forward to sharing more stories and insights with you in the comment area, and feeling the warmth and strength from my hometown together. Like, follow, and leave a message, let us meet, know and accompany each other in the world of words.