No, my dear hometown

Here is my childhood, here is my innocent laughter; here is the footprint of my growth. Here is the place where I gave birth to me. The same sky, the same scenery, the same people, different feelings

I am a dream seeker, looking for a path of my own, to find my own mystery. But I deeply understand: You let me have the dream of dreaming, your absurdity, your tears, your cry, evoke the dream buried in my heart. Now, I am leaving to find my dream. The infinite mourning for you is only the grass and the wood that melt into here, the spring, summer, autumn and winter here, the morning glow and the sunset.

Under the weeping willows by the stream, the old trees in the mouth of the village, the trails in the fields, are left in my footprints. Partners! When you are rushing in the fields and playing in nature, don't forget that the winds that accompany you are the dreams of my dreams and my heartfelt blessings.

Life is like a blank sheet of paper, it is for you to spend a lifetime to write it and describe it. For more than a decade, my white paper has left many memories of my hometown: in the spring, on the green riverside, a little girl lies, facing the small fish in the stream; in summer, a group of friends They took a net and sneaked into the tree and grasped it; in the fall, a small, naughty little head appeared in the straw pile: "Come on! Come and catch me!"; Winter, under the eaves, on the threshold Hands hold their faces and look at the sky: "When is it snowing? Snowman, when can I see you! All this is so clear, orderly, pure, no stagnation, no stains. Hometown! You Can you describe this for me again?"

The field is pregnant with a dream, spring, summer, autumn and winter depicting a dream; the morning glow and the sunset together to write a dream; for the realization of the dream of the fellow! Please forgive me for leaving.

When I look back, I still see those, but everything is so reluctant. Grateful! Grateful! For more than ten years of parenting, I will never forget, and will use actual actions to repay.

At this moment, talking about this old past, I can't help but think of the bits and pieces that we have traveled. The road we have grown all the way to crying all the way, all the way to get angry and lost, angry, inferior, falling...

Now that I have grown up, everything needs to be planned and arranged by myself. Without my mother’s jealousy, no grandmother secretly gives you two pieces of candy, and no one is happy to smile at you. . In a twinkling of an eye, everything has really changed. Those beautiful flowers have withered with the pace of the years. Those who have grown up with themselves have stepped into the ranks of adults, and have gone to their own lives and dreams...

The years are ruthless and the memory is especially light. What do we keep to keep those happy and beautiful times?

No, my dear hometown, your planting today is your harvest tomorrow!

No, my dear hometown!

The hand that is still waving behind, the voice that is still calling in the ear...

Tears are coming down...

The fifth grade of Liu Shuzheng National Primary School in Zhangjiakou, Hebei Province: Zhu Huimin