Homesickness is buried in the days of the years. For so many years, no matter how far you go, how high you fly, you always want to go back to your hometown.
It is beautiful, like a dream.
Mr. Lu Xun’s hometown is extremely cold, and there is always a north wind blowing; and I am not afraid of the cold wind. In the deep winter, my hometown always has a green hill cover, like a baby lying in the cradle. It is warm; the sky there is not pale, but the blue is like a piece of jade, and the water is green all the year round; it is not a deserted village, rice and wheat are hanging in the fields, and the blue-gray tiles are also shining brightly. .
When was the hometown? I seem to have forgotten it. I only remember that everyone’s face was laughing at the time. In a laugh, the dew drops on the steps and screamed.
Now when I return to my hometown, I can no longer see the dew, and more is the dust of flying. Qingshan disappeared and was replaced by fallen trees. No one will grow crops, and naturally there will be no golden rice and wheat – who else can take care of them? The people in my hometown don’t seem to laugh at all. At dusk, I can only hear the sighs after they have been tired for a day.
I walked away and looked for reinforced concrete, but I never found those houses with green tiles. Walking in those dirty concrete rooms made me miserable.
The wind, the yellow sky, the desolate village… My hometown and the hometown of Mr. Lu Xun are the same.
A few years ago, grandparents were alive. Grandma even went alone, and took a special trip to Humen to take care of me for three years. Grandpa has never left his hometown for a lifetime, and he will not leave anymore. He insists on guarding the old house, but he will eventually get the job. But this time I went back, but my grandfather was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by my grandmother, and it was slow.
I remembered what my father said:
“Your grandparents will soon be born. If they die, I don’t have to go back.”
Mr. Lu Xun’s return to his hometown is not to pick up his mother? In addition to his mother, what else can he stay in in his hometown?
It turns out that we are all like this. When there is nothing in one place that deserves our attention, our goodness and harmony will be shattered. I can’t help but shed two tears for my hometown.
But I will go back, even if I only hold a trace of hope. Just like Mr. Lu Xun said: “Hope is that it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.” After all, it was the hometown of my beauty.
