Author: Wangchuan
Homesickness is the drizzle of autumn, long and sad. It is always hidden deep in our hearts on weekdays, silent and calm. But always inadvertently sneak into our minds when we are weakest, letting sadness pervade us.
is on the way back to my hometown during the Ching Ming Festival. The reason why I returned to my hometown in this season is because of my mother. Since my mother was buried in the small mountain village of his hometown, paying homage to my mother during the Ching Ming Festival has become the only reason for me to return home.
When the train started running at high speed and I was getting closer and closer to my hometown, looking at the scenery passing by the window of the car, I was drowned in salty tears and thoughts of my mother. Just when I was sinking, I suddenly heard a sentence of local accent and looked away from the window, only to realize that three of the five people who got on the bus with me were speaking my hometown dialect. After asking, I found out. They are all villagers who left their hometown a few years ago. This time they returned home to pay homage to their relatives because of the lingering homesickness. Homesickness, how can it make people unavoidable to return to their hometown no matter how far away they are from their hometowns, how long they are away from their hometowns, listen to the local accents and see the feelings of their hometowns, and they will have the courage to fight and wander again.
I almost overturned the car. When I was about to reach the small mountain village of my hometown, I was already in tears. The fields of my hometown were already green, the rivers of my hometown were singing and singing, and the scenery of my hometown was singing and dancing, and this All mothers have never seen it. When I'm sad, I often ask myself, is it the lingering homesickness that keeps me tearful or the sudden passing away of my mother? I always come back to the small mountain village suddenly and desperately before the Qingming Festival. Is it just to fill my mother's grave during the Qingming Festival or the deep attachment to my mother?
The departure of my mother left me not only regrets, but also a change in life, which made me cry happily at my mother’s grave and in front of the cold tombstone. The melancholy melancholy in my heart drifted slightly.
Walking on the small roads in the country, I see people who go to the grave for their relatives from time to time. There is a scent of fragrance, a banknote, and a few drops of turbid tears. There is no rain in Qingming Festival today, so there is no feeling of rain, no shepherd boy, no wine shop in Xinghua Village, and some are the soul-broken me. Since I buried my mother in the small mountain village of my hometown, my soul has been lost there. For me, maybe the longing for my mother is the eternal nostalgia hidden deep in my heart.
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