When I was a child, I stood at the head of the village and looked into the distance, the grass drank dewdrops, the birds chirped and sang, and I wanted to fly with the birds to the far side, look at the high-rise buildings outside, the traffic, taste the mountain treasures and seafood in the city restaurant, delicious food; visit the exquisite shops.... At that time, the city carried my childhood dreams.
Ten years of cold window, come to the northern small city to marry and have children, settle down, work stable, weekend wife and son stroll in the park, shuttle through the major shopping malls in the small city, stop to taste a variety of food... Enjoy the good life that the city has brought us.
I don't know when to look back, the old house in the countryside is faintly appearing from time to time; the old locust tree in front of the door waves with the wind. The locust flowers are still fragrant, and the children under the tree have long disappeared. It carries too many memories of my childhood.
My grandfather and father both retired in the hospital, and instinctively stayed in the city, but after retirement, they returned to the countryside, and for a long time I could not understand or even complain. Now that I have reached the age of confusion, how to slowly support and even yearn for.
Maybe life is like this, the city is a childhood dream, and the countryside is not our starting point and destination.
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