My Sun,

Every wanderer who is out there has a sense of hometown! But every hometown doesn't necessarily have relatives or friends waiting for you, right?

Standing at the door of my hometown, I could not take a step, I was timid. I could have run over and embraced my hometown warmly. I want to grasp a few strands of the hot sun and put the warmth on my chest; I want to hold down the quiet moonlight like water and stick it to my face! This is the sun and moonlight of my hometown, the hometown I miss day and night in a foreign land! But I could only wander around the outskirts of my hometown, but I didn't want to get closer, and I couldn't get closer.

After so many years, relatives are separated, and the old is also separated. There is a large group of people living in your hometown that you don't know, and people don't know you. They are the masters of their homeland, their noisy roars, laughter and scolding, they are running the land, they are running rampant in this land. They can see everything, they can do whatever they want. It can be said that except for the soil, and the unchanging geographical latitude and longitude, as well as the sun and the starry sky, the others do not seem to be the hometown style!

The hometown in my longing is my hometown, and the hometown in my mind is my hometown. I came back and sat on the outskirts of my hometown. I don't want to go in. Just look at the crowds of people coming and going on the streets, and the children who are half big and not big jumping. My eyes searched hard: my playmate Xiaomei, Xiao Feng, Xiaoyun, Xiaohua, Xiaoli, Xiaofang. And my eternal parents! You have always been in my heart, wherever you go, wherever you go, not a day is forgotten. More than thirty years apart. I came back, right at the door of the village, right in front of my house, but are you still here? Is it you who kicks your pocket on the village road, Xiao Renzi; is it you who carries the basket to cut the pig grass, Feng Ying; is it you who is dressed beautifully and looks pretty, Xiao Hong? That wild boy-like girl Caiyun, is it you? You've come to ask me to come, to my house! Remembering that we who play crazy will be insulted by our mother. That medium-sized, dressed in cardigans, with short hair and a stuck clip on both sides of the ear roots, a thin middle-aged woman, holding a wood rake in her hand is not my memory of my mother! The man who didn't trust me before going to another world and made me a thick cotton jacket; the wise woman who had been fostered in her father's house since childhood. Just living on this land, is she back? Twilight quietly fell, and an old man walked over the field under the setting sun. Wearing a leather jacket, a belt, big fur shoes at his feet, and a leather whip in his hand, this must be my father who has worked hard all his life. My father was in the production team to catch a car, a production team had four or five hanging carriages, and my father was the captain of the big car. The position is equivalent to the current car driver and car captain. When I was a child, my father's family was an eight-generation poor peasant, so my father always had a straight waist and a majestic style. My father was sitting on a big mountain. Now the home, including the parents including the house (sold by the younger brother), is gone. But in my memory, they are all there, all in it! Brightly shining in my head, warming me. Yet where are they? I can't find them when I return to my hometown, where do I go to look for them? Where did they all move? And these childhood companions, and the childhood garden, the grass and the bean seedlings; the drizzle in the spring and the snow in the winter? Where you've all gone, where you've gone, I think of you, all of you! I really want to copy you down, move to a corner of the sky, hang up, and look up like the sun!