It has been many years since I left home, but in my dreams the mountains and waters of my hometown, interesting childhood, eyesight obscured the first love, often in the dream haunting, homesickness came to life. The following is the mood of leaving home prose, welcome to read.
The first thing you need to do is to get out of your home town, and then you can go back to your home town, and then you can go back to your home town.
In the face of the complicated details of life, I found the simplicity and irresponsibility of the working people. Most people leave their children with their parents who stay in their hometowns, and because they lack the personal experience of raising the next generation and do not understand the tediousness and hardships of the process, they regard the act as mundane. Perhaps we have many excuses, and our parents have many words of comfort, so one by one we left our hometowns, left my son and daughter, and worked in other countries, just work.
The countryside! I still familiar with just the surface, rural? I don't understand the routine of her life. I am familiar with just the appearance of the mountain, the land, do not understand the details of the mountain, the habit of the ground; familiar with just the face of parents and relatives, do not understand their thoughts and struggles; familiar with the appearance of life show, do not understand the habit of life behind the precipitation; familiar with the name of the various crops, but do not understand the details of their growth and sowing time.
In the strict sense, many of us are no longer considered farmers, because I have long forgotten or never remembered the laws of agriculture, just spectators, but when it came to the time to participate in it, I fled, but on the *** or the city of people, I do not count the city people, and even the edge of it, in fact, in their own bones is also so! I think that we would like to settle down in the city if we could, but it's just a figment of my imagination. But on the other hand, I think I may not be able to engage in agricultural labor, so what will I do? What would I do?
I left the countryside, but was rejected by the city, and entered a factory, but I was always a farmer.
In the process of chasing this foreign country, we have seen a lot of wonderful, but at the same time we have lost a lot of family life, many times we forget the passage of time in a foreign country, because the monotonous life of the factory is not heavy, but inadvertently turned back, but found the crow's feet have long climbed on the parents' faces, because there is no see the process of the hometown, loved ones, and the years, we often lament, the time passes so fast, but never know how much time we are going to spend. The time passes really fast, but from not knowing the reason why everything happens.
The consequences of indifference to the hometown is the departure of loved ones, you have never been serious, when you understand some of the fear, the years have come to an end. When my mother told me on the phone about my eldest uncle's departure, I really didn't believe it, because I never thought about it, I always thought it was not a problem, however, the worship in the Spring Festival, the fresh wreaths of flowers, so I had to admit.
Leaving home, in with a sense of guilt guilt, continue to live.
Leaving the hometown mood essay: hometown
These days in order to novel needs, I have been busy to understand the Southern and Northern Song Dynasty Huixian history, so that the hometown of the understanding of a deeper layer, at the same time, her feelings can not help but deepen. Previously did not feel such a strong attachment to the hometown, and now away from her embrace, which feels she is so perfect, so unforgettable. Years ago, I was so eager to leave that place, go out and see the outside world. Now is out, but found that the outside world is not imagined so beautiful, and then towards the thought of early return, back to her embrace ...... so long, I think it should also be for that place of life for more than a decade to write something, but do not know where to start writing.
Today is another rainy day, standing on the balcony looking out of the window drizzle, although the body is here, the heart has long set sail back to the beautiful small county. Instead of saying that it is a small county, it would be better to call it a small town. Because I think this is more intimate, more natural, more close to us.
The day I left the town, it was raining, and with the ear-piercing sound of the air, I embarked on the first journey of my life, and for the first time in the true sense of the word, I left my hometown and left the town. Accompanied by the train fluctuating frequency, the scenery outside the window of a scene backward, seems to be to me to send off, completed the established after the meeting of the back of their respective departure to leave. Perhaps it was the first time I traveled far away, the excitement in my heart and the eagerness to know the outside world made me forget that I was leaving my hometown. Therefore, I didn't feel any reluctance along the way, but I felt a slight uneasiness as I watched the scenery outside the window gradually become unfamiliar with the speeding of the train. I don't know when I fell asleep, when I woke up, I don't know the name of the place, outside the window is a completely unfamiliar world, there is no hometown of the tall mountains, looking around, a vast expanse. At this time, only really feel "hometown" is a word how cozy.
Since ancient times, Longnan has been known as "Longsheng Jiangnan", if you really say Longnan is "Longsheng Jiangnan", then my hometown is this "small Jiangnan" on the small city. A bright pearl. Impression of my hometown is a rainy town, hazy days will always be inadvertent sporadic rain, the town's rain is not as gentle and elegant as that of Jiangnan, but it is a different flavor, and not like the rest of the north of that kind of atmosphere, but also do not lose the luxury. In the drizzle of the South Bridge there are always lovers into the pairs of pairs, walking in the rain, telling you that I love you, the sea withered and rotten vows. Even if it is drizzling, but the street is still busy, a busy, hurried pedestrians obviously faster than usual footsteps, they are anxious to go home and reunion. Looking around in the rain flashing neon lights as a water curtain movie as dazzling charming, melodious music under the beautiful small county in the rain dance.
I'm in love with the small town of one, someone said: like a person, obsessed with a city. I love a middle school but not so, only because there is the most perfect memory of my life, where there is my youth, there is the sweat of my struggle. Early in the morning the campus is exceptionally quiet, holding the book we are overflowing with the most sincere smile of innocence, shouting their dreams on the playground. The figure of the year for the dream of hard work is still fresh in my mind.
I can't forget the people of my hometown, the simple folklore of the small town is everywhere you look is a warm face. There's no fighting there, and every smile is so natural and kind. By the long history and culture of the culture, hometown people can sing and dance, every night time, Jinyuan Square crowded, wonderful "10,000 people dance" to win a wide range of praise.
And then there is the Phoenix Mountains, colorful lights dance. Leisure time with three or five friends to play on the mountain, beautiful scenery with good food, so the realm of "the world a few times ah". More bell tower mountain, it is an ancient mountain, cypress upright, green and pale flourishing, located in the northeast corner of the micro-county city, is an ancient pine sandwich road, peaks and peaks of towering show, arashi light flow of green, elegant and secluded show mountain. There are immortals off is ancient and modern civilization, because of the east rock wall is high and broad, such as the immortal arrangement, eyebrows and eyes, sideburns, sparse show can be counted, there is a natural drift of the cause, so it is named. Ming Yang Yiqing had a poem: "trees outside the pale clouds outside the mountain, several thatched cottages and no rafters, the bystanders pointed out the depths of the clouds, this is the immortal ageless pass." Immortal pass east and west of the two mountains facing each other, valley gorge such as urn, the strange stone standing up, steep rock hanging upside down, waterfalls and springs, ancient trees in the sky, barren vines roaming, the wind attacked, echoing Weng Ran, is easy to defend and difficult to attack the natural passes, so the Northern and Southern Song Dynasty, which once became the two countries of the Sungoldiers to fight for the key place.
Hometown, about you I have endless words, write endless words. If life is a circle, then the hometown is the center of the circle, we are always constantly around her, no matter how long the time past, how much time passes, I'm on the hometown of this love will always be the same.
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I love you, my hometown, my home ......
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