When I was young, I always wanted to escape when I grew up, but when I grew up, I became a hometown that I could never go back to.
The youth that I can’t go back is my hometown that I can’t go back. Perhaps all our time in the first half of our lives was given to our husbands and children. When the children grew up, they became their concern for their hometown. But my hometown has been condensed into a nostalgia, which I will not remember from time to time but will never forget.
Occasionally I dream of returning to my hometown, but I can’t find the way in my dream. Then I suddenly woke up from my dream in a hurry, but found tears still hanging in my eyes, and I was frightened that my hometown had really become my hometown. When I can’t go back, I can only find a new life trajectory for myself in the second half of my life and try my best to live a foreign land close to my hometown.
Now reshape your life. Open the old photos that were once familiar. That familiar small hillside and the dazzling afterglow of the sunset are so unforgettable. My hometown is my hometown, but now my hometown has become a foreign land.
The melon field planted by my father
Reshape my own life the vast sky, but it cannot bear a small nostalgia. When I was young and ignorant, I felt that time was the most carefree life when I grew up.
I thought that after I grew up, I could spread my wings and fly high. Later, all my experiences will tell us that no matter how far away I am, I will always have the fields of my hometown, green rice fields, and golden rice ears in my heart.
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A bunch of rice ears are full of hard sweat, as if you can still hear the sound of the wind blowing through the rice ears. My father's melon field is planted with winter melon seedlings, and the melon seedlings grow over the melon field. Many winter melons are growing under the leaves of the melon field. My father said, "Growing melons and planting beans and beans and beans are not idle." It is easy to waste himself in his spare time. My father is usually a little serious and serious and does not talk to us easily, but every few words he says are full of life philosophy.
When I was a child, I looked at the unclimbable mountains. Now I looked at the mountains in the photo, but found that the mountains in my hometown were really small. Strictly speaking, this should be considered a mountain of earth, because of the knowledge I had when I was a child, a small mountain could block our thinking and vision. When I grew up, I walked out of the small mountain village. The mountains outside were really big, and I realized that the world outside was really taller than the other.
sugarcane planted by my old father in front of my hometown
These familiar sweet memories are a sweet memory in my hometown. I remember that the child was still young at that time and would take the child back every summer vacation. The old father would immediately cut off a sweet and peel it for us, watching us happily gnawing on the sweet and chewing, and now looking at the old photos.
It seems that when I was chewing sweet songs, the sound of sweet songs still sounded in my ears. It was a sweet memory.
The old house with a brick and tile house has long been demolished, but the wall of memory can no longer be demolished. The old house records too many stories. We have been away from our hometown for too long, and we often think of the land in front of our house. My father is always unwilling to be idle and has to plant vegetables. My father said that the vegetables we grow are chewy. Haha, this is the pastoral life we want now, but in a city with steel and concrete, it is extremely difficult to create such an original appearance.
rides in front of the door that is not too old, and the old father in every corner will stuff a plant suitable for its growth for the small inch of land. This is how the old father has built a home for it. It is growing hard, with green leaves and full of energy. Home is a place to empower wanderers, but when we grow up, we often lose our home.
A small corner the size of a palm was planted by my father. I also planted a few barley taros
. I can still make a fuss. Let’s go and bloom as soon as possible. Find out the dreams of my youth as soon as possible. Take the memories of my hometown and move towards the rising sun in the east. When the sunset sets on the hillside, you can go home with your dreams, live a good life, and cherish what you have now.
Find out the yearning of a girl. Go back on the road, take the blessings of your hometown, and walk out of your own life, and live a foreign land into your hometown. Find out what a girlish yearning is. Go back on the road, take the blessings of your hometown, and walk out of your own life, and live a foreign land into your hometown.
Put wings on the dreams of the past and set sail for the life you yearn for. Please live for yourself once in the rest of your life. Cherish every inch of your life and seize every opportunity.
Because each of us can only live once in this life. For the blessing of being able to come to the world, reshape a new life. For the blessing of being able to come to the world, reshape a new life. There is no shortcut on the road to success, but you may meet the best, the long-awaited self, and those who are eager to encourage themselves!
