hometown

For the beauty of my hometown, I have deep love and deep thoughts. I feel that he is urging all the time, urging me to go back and devote myself to her arms. I took the pulse and felt the strong power, as if I had to break through my skin and throw it into the new world. It rushes, it squats, turning my thoughts about my hometown into a blood.

I can't forget, I can't forget the deep blue sky of my hometown; I can't forget, I can't forget the fresh fragrance of my hometown; I can't forget, I can't forget the sorghum of my hometown, cattle and sheep; I can't forget, I can't forget the soft land of my hometown. When I was lying in bed, when I was walking on the road and playing with stones, when I remembered my father and mother, I remembered the straight pine tree, pointing to the sky, with a kind of majestic and daunting The power; I saw the buffaloes in the wilderness, silently and quietly, and people dare not break this tranquility and peace; I heard the sound of the river flowing, oh... declares the arrival of the next second; Think of the golden rapeseed, the straight cypress, the black earth, the willow tree, the simple peasant, the snowy headscarf, the deep sky, the mysterious white clouds, and the hometown began to whisper in my ear, shredded and lingering. Go with an irresistible eagerness, like singing an old, mysterious song. When I was asleep, I could feel her, wake me up low, gentle and urgent. My heart has resonated with her. I understand his mother's heart and hope that the child will return home. My blood has melted with her. Without her, I can't breathe. In this enthusiasm, the two hearts come together.

My hometown is my mother, my eyes, nose, mouth, and even every inch of skin, every hair, comes to her, never belongs to herself. The land is my mother. I used to sleep in her arms. I heard her singing a lullaby for me. She also smelled her fresh fragrance. The land is my playmate. I used to play in her arms. I used to walk through her body. She once pulled a hair on her head and teased her. The land is my teacher. I have heard that she told me to be strong. I have heard her call me persistent. I heard that she told me to work hard. In the land, how many of my footprints have been left, how many tears I have dripped, and how many of my marks have been printed. I walked over the bird's nest under the big tree; in the small river, I caught a small fish; in the paddy field, I caught it. I have eaten the vegetables I have grown. I have heard the flowers I have picked. I have heard the songs I have raised.

In my hometown, she is so beautiful, so rich, I can't forget her forever. My hometown, my mother, my love: I want to come back, I must come back, I have to come back. Let me take another look at her strange and familiar face! I know, I understand, I realized: I can never leave her forever.

I am back, mother. Tired, tired, tired, lacking, after all, I still have to go back. The person who loves you returns to your arms.

Second day: Huang Leihui