The Spring Festival has inadvertently passed for eight days, and today is the ninth day of the new year. I think nostalgia isn't just about going back and forth. Who is willing to go far away, who is willing to seek dreams outside. What was once a ticket has turned into a long stream of traffic on the highway.
When I was a child, in my hometown. My favorite is the New Year, there are delicious food and new clothes for the New Year. In the past, his material life was relatively poor, and he rarely ate meat, and his father was rare. Usually, only my mother farms at home, and I only have cartoons and childhood friends as companions.
The earthen house in my hometown has slowly turned into a small villa, and my childhood friends have also become all over the world. I met a classmate a few years ago, and during the chat, I had already bought a house in a big city and settled down, and my child's household registration had passed. I can only silently bless him, I am now at home, I have everything I am familiar with, and it is good.
I still remember the cartoons at that time, the black cat sheriff, the gourd baby, and the popeye. There will be a shutdown every Tuesday. Today's TV, you can watch it all the time and watch it for a long time.
In the past, every time the movie theater came to the time of the New Year, I didn't know which lucky person would win the lottery. Sitting in the cinema, it is always sparse. 
The past will pass, and those who come back will return. We are sometimes like that ticket, going with the flow.
I didn't want to reminisce, so I had to move on. Feeling the easy things of life, like water. This beautiful life will get better and better, and I just want to be quiet and see the scenery of this small city now. 