Hometown, you had me in your dream.

It has been 30 years since I left my hometown, the memory of my hometown is always indifferent, the feeling of my hometown is superficial, but I can't erase the shadow inscription of my hometown in my dream.

But I come back to you again, hometown, I believe there was me in your dream, that is the destination of fate, in this life, at that moment, when spring flowers bloom, wheat waves fly, autumn rain continues, snowflakes fly, I am watching you.

We found in each other's eyes may be thousands of years to meet the fate, you have become my hometown, I have become your wanderer.

In my hometown, on that cold winter day 30 years ago, the life of my youth came out of your warm bosom. I saw your haggard face, and my expectant eyes were full of joy. At that moment, I had the feeling of heartbeat. I once wandered, had deep expectations and longings, had sweet lingering, anxious waiting and sad helplessness.

Hometown, there are traces of me wandering under the entrance of your village, the field and that old apricot tree.

Although I have not been able to stay with you, although I have not been able to personally experience your years from poverty to wealth, from frustrations to happiness. But I still pray for you and bless you in the distance. I know very well that you are the concern that I can never give up in this life. If you are happy, then I am also happy, if you are sad, then I must be melancholy, if you are happy, then I will always be proud.

Hometown, in your morning light, sunshine, dusk, I look forward to the eyes.

In my young and childish heart, how much I longed to leave you, I don't want you to bear anything, and I don't want you to have any responsibility to me. I just want you to release the steps of my youth, no matter where I am. You still feel the bright smile of spring, the affectionate gaze of summer, the passionate yearning of autumn, and my pure blessing in the snow in winter.

Hometown, there was me in your smile, sadness and sweet dream.

Whenever I encounter setbacks, confusion, if you are distressed, it is my tears, if you dream of me, it is I miss you. Let the distance between the two hearts feel occasionally, just occasionally, let the meteor cross the Qilian moonlit sky, that's when I miss you.

Hometown, you have me in your life.

Although we have been separated for too long, I don't want you to remember deeply. I just hope that occasionally in the fragrance of Elaeagnus angustifolia flowers, I gently remember that I was the one who watered the water; as long as you smile when you remember, it will be enough to remember that I once wielded a sickle and reaped your accumulated joy.

Hometown, if, if you have missed me, then I am happy.

Hometown, these days, I have come quietly.

Author: a pen