The sweetest but home water

A fire ruthlessly swallowed the prairie, and the sound of the burning skin was heard a few miles away. The fire was surrounded by a group of people, a group of people who sacrificed their lives for the grasslands. They held shovel and clothes in their hands, struggling with a viper-like flame. In the flames of the flames, their face and sweat on their weather-beaten faces... This is a tearful piece of the film "Love in His Home."

The fire burned a lot of people, and it also marked a glimpse of the prairie, adding a painful memory to the prairie.

The fire-fighting hero Lao Li was forced to leave his hometown.

A few years later, the last wish of the dying Lao Li was to return to the prairie that evokes painful memories. The only reason is that it is the hometown of Lao Li.

The sweetest but the hometown water, the most beautiful but the hometown sound! Indeed, the hometown is hometown, whether it is the fearful prairie, or the sad and tearful prairie, is their hometown. The fresh air of my hometown, the blue sky of my hometown, the sweet river in my hometown, and the incomplete houses in my hometown are the bits and pieces of the wandering dreams!

The beautiful hometown purifies the soul of the infatuated game. My hometown sentiment also made me cry.

When I was seven years old, I came to Keqiao with my parents. The bridge water gave me a short comfort, and my most hope is still a holiday. I still remember the first winter vacation clearly. At that time, I was still very young, carrying a small schoolbag, gently humming a song, kicking the stone under my feet, and walking forward. My heart has already flown to my hometown.

On the street, people come and go, and at first glance, people are moving. A nice view.

Upon returning home, I found that my family was not right. Mom and Dad both pulled their heads. The cup of steaming tea in the hands of Dad was shaken by Dad and was shaken to the cold and I didn’t see Dad take a drink. Mother is sighing with anger. The white gas, like a layer of fog, gently floated in front of me, giving me a thick mist of excitement.

"What's the matter?" I asked my mother anxiously, and the hands kept flapping the fog on both sides.

"Hey, I can't go home this year." Mom blows a gust of wind and blows away the fog in my heart.

"Ah?" I couldn't help but feel the grievances of my heart. Wow, I cried. I looked around and looked at the festive scenery outside, and it no longer exists. A ray of sunshine on the ground, showing a miserable, sad. Throughout the Spring Festival, I didn't dare to play with the children. I heard the sound of firecrackers and ran far away, and fell into the shadow of deep homesickness alone...

Although I have been used to the scenery of Keqiao, Keqiao people, but this memory can not be erased. Like the old Li in the movie, I have a hometown complex that cannot be solved.

Now, I miss Jingmen; in the future, I will miss Keqiao! Now, Jingmen is the home of my soul; in the future, Keqiao is the paradise of my dreams.

Born me, Jingmen; raise me, Keqiao.

The second day: Fu Wentai