Give the long-brewing thoughts to the autumn wind, so that the bright moon interpretation of the melody of lovesickness, will look forward to the reunion of the heart to fly to the sky, in a foreign land mottled under the night sky and think of you ----- my hometown.
My hometown ------ Dongyang Luchun. Located at the foot of the Mourning Mountains, Li Xian River, where the scenery is peculiar, the environment is beautiful, and the folk customs are pure and simple. There are my beloved parents and childhood companions.
In order to study, I am far away from home to the tin city of Wuxue, each semester up to two home, do not know what it's like to be homesick, every weekend to see my roommates one by one happy to go home, I am very envious of the weekend dormitory is empty and lifeless, the night a person in the dormitory in the silence of the even a talk to no one, the only thing that can be done is to call their families to alleviate the heart of the silence, or call a friend to talk to, or to call a friend to talk to a friend. The only thing you can do is to call your family to ease the silence in your heart, or call your friends to chat about how things are going to prove that you are not a lonely person. The night is very long, homesickness is also growing, I do not have any trace of sleep, my thoughts will go to chase the ancient brilliant sun of home, tears quietly passed away. I am homesick.
The moon is priceless, and all mountains have feelings. The road is far from thousands of miles, constantly thinking about each other, although people do not arrive. Heart to heart, hometown me and you seem to be separated by thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water, but never far away, I miss my grandmother's thatched cottage, east of a west a building, like a mushroom bush in the mountains, densely packed, natural, pure and simple, lovely. I miss Grandpa's rattan lattice chair, when I was a child sitting on it to play, the sun shines in my palm, as if everything is in my hands, when I clench my fist, it has long been disappointed, the feeling of being close to the hand is a beautiful illusion. Grandpa put it in the yard under the harvest melon frame, make a cup of tea, he sat on it, playing on the side of me looked at Grandpa's demeanor, as a kind of last night's west wind wilting blue trees, alone on the high floor, look off the end of the road of the life of the feelings.
The end of each semester is the time that I long for the most. Usually I can't help but feel emotional the week before vacation.
The week before vacation is usually the week before I can't hold back my emotions, and this week is undoubtedly the longest and happiest week of the school year for me, and I'm so immersed in the bliss of going home that I don't even talk about reviewing my homework. This is also my most annoying point, the idea is always overcome the rationale, every time I pick up the book to review, temporary hold a little Buddha feet, the kind of happy energy and surged to the heart, the textbook is of course also thrown aside, to pack the luggage, even if my luggage has been collected by me a lot of times ......
Hometown, how many nights I face the west while I was stationed in the dormitory corridor, looking up at the night sky, thoughts growing toward the hometown, remote thought that each star is hidden on a smiling face, let a person look at the eyes, heart to pick.