Today's weather in Xi'an is gray, and it looks like it is going to snow at any time. Such a day reminds me of the sandstorm I experienced in my hometown as a child. Sandstorms are one of the most common types of weather in spring for people living on the high slopes of the loess. But sometimes it comes in a hurry and goes quickly. The yellow sand that rolled up in the sky before coming instantly made the originally bright sky gray and silent, and at this time, no matter if you are in **, you have to find a place to avoid it first. When we were young, the population of the main county town was not large, and the main street was only one, and most of the caves were built along the mountain. Once a sandstorm blows, it goes without saying that the sand is flying all over the sky. At this time, the people who were gossiping in the courtyard hurriedly ran home, closed the windows, and closed the doors. As children, we obediently stayed at home and waited for the sandstorm to pass.
I remember that I was in junior high school that year, and I was flying kites in the yard with my friends, when suddenly a gust of wind hit, and I immediately realized that the sandstorm was coming, so I quickly ran home with my eldest sister and closed the doors and windows according to my mother's example, and the door curtains were rolled up, allowing the sandstorm to rage outside the house. From time to time, the sandstorm roared, and the dust raised felt like it was about to pierce the thin layer of window paper at any moment. Outside the house was a mess, and unknown things flew in the air, like a garbage dump blown away by the wind;The sound of bumping into each other is even more creepy. My eldest sister and I were also restless, thinking about our families who had not yet returned, worried about the people who were working outside, thinking about the sandstorm not to bring economic losses to people, in short, our hearts were full of fear at that moment. After about ten minutes, the sound outside the house gradually became quieter, and the sky began to brighten through the glass window, and we knew that the sandstorm was about to stop.
Such a scene is a little scary when I think about it. I don't know when I have made up my mind, hoping that one day I will walk out of this small county town located on the loess slope, away from the windy and sandy sky, and escape from this backward and isolated small place. Maybe the hard work has been favored, and high school and college finally have the opportunity to choose to leave here, and it is destined to be an escape without hesitation. But what if you escape?
At this moment, half of my life has passed, and now the place I couldn't wait to escape from when I was young is now a place that people dream about but can't go back to, familiar and unfamiliar.