Really, there will be an inexplicable joy when returning home is on the agenda. Unconsciously, you will find that these days, there are fewer and fewer people in the workshop, and the rainy weather has suddenly made the city a lot colder, shrouded in an empty factory area, and there is inevitably a wordless desolation. When snow began to fall heavily in most cities, there seemed to be no movement here. When I come back from work and put down my heavy work, I don't have much of a heart, and I often fall asleep when I fall into bed. And in the corridor, from time to time there is the sound of the suitcase "crackling" rolling, and suddenly I remembered something, after the southern New Year, and then the northern New Year, today the beginning of spring is imminent, still separated in the far away country, no matter what, it is not as good as the Lunar New Year. Even though the twilight snow of thousands of mountains has never blocked the return journey home, the deep affection for the pulse of the hometown is not expressed in words, and it is always overflowing!
In fact, he also broke into this city single-handedly, and it was inevitable that he would return alone, and there would be no wind and rain and no sunshine. Stick to this last work shift, you can get rid of the closed and noisy area, and embark on the journey back to your hometown as scheduled. The annual trip back to the hometown is also a matter of looking forward to the autumn water. When people reach middle age, most of them are forced by the helplessness and pressure of life, and they have to do a lot of tossing for the future and fate, and have to do something for the rest of their lives and the next generation. In this life, it is nothing more than these two things: making a living and making love. Live to work, work to live. We do so tirelessly day after day, I don't know whether work makes life, or life makes work. But if the two can be well coordinated, can the meaning of happiness be truly interpreted!
Perhaps, it is better to be away from home than at home. The time when the family embraces each other may be the warmest and most comfortable time in a lifetime. Do you feel that when we grow up, the time when the family is together is becoming less and less? Is there only a handful of time to have a meal together all year round? Time is getting faster and faster, and many relatives and friends are gradually unable to fight, lest they will not even have the opportunity to meet, let alone sit down to greet and reminisce. When generation after generation slowly drifts away in our lives, it is not difficult to realize that time waits for no one, that we finally grow up, that time is fleeting, and that nothing can be eternal. The price of growth is to gradually look down on the process of life and death, success and failure. The sign of maturity is to be yourself from the beginning to the end in the sea of thousands of people, and not to be touched by the external impetuous comparison of the world. Don't look at the noise of the city, but it can't warm people's hearts. Everyone has an old house in their hearts, warm people live, and good memories are hidden.
Perhaps, even if you ride the long wind and break the waves, it is to catch up with the snow in your hometown. I don't know when the snow has turned the whole world into a white world. In recent days, all the brushes and circles of friends are interesting anecdotes about snow and playing in the snow. For the curious southern little potato, this wonderful snowy day is undoubtedly a rare and grand gift from God! And all kinds of creativity by borrowing snow to exert themselves make this originally cold and biting winter convey endless romance and warmth, highlighting different styles and painting styles, and presenting different experiences and feelings. All of a sudden, people burst into indescribable admiration and joy. Who says winter must be shivering and cold to death? Who said that winter is silent except for disappearing? Let's look at the tenacity of Hanmei Aoxue, and look at the frozen wonderland of Harbin, and see the wonders of freezing rain into ice, and see the snow white of the world that "is not like the catkins because of the wind", and look at the winter fishing and winter swimming on the Great Northeast Lake, and see the joy of building snowmen and snowball fights, the fresh and warm atmosphere needs to be carefully created, not limited to personal encounters and gains and losses. A melt of snow is a momentary beauty, but it is also impressive. If the years are an irretrievable spring, then, when the spring love on Mo awakens the expectations in my heart, I firmly believe that I can still wait at the intersection full of sunshine, waiting for the spring breeze to blow the secret of the first flower.
Finally, I came from my hometown, and I will go to my hometown, not sighing for thousands of mountains and rivers, and obsessing with the secluded hometown. The land of Shankaka, decades, hundreds of years have not been remembered and remembered by anyone, only the wanderer who wandered the world slowly returned, but there is no love that is difficult to refuse, and there is no inseparable complex, as a place to recuperate day and night, it is naturally very familiar. It's just that after stepping through a spring and summer, through an autumn and winter, how can you ever see a grass and a tree in your hometown? How did you ever identify the old and the young in a mountain village? No wonder some people say that "children don't know each other, and they ask where the guests come from", wandering outside for too long, and suddenly returning, no one knows you.
Finally, the day of going home is approaching, and the joy in my heart can be imagined. When I got back into the crowded carriage, I stayed up in the noisy area for more than ten hours, closing my eyes from time to time to recuperate. It's not about patronizing the world outside the window, and the endless expectations and longings in my heart seem to have not changed for decades. Who wouldn't want to make a living in a big city? Who wouldn't want to soar in the metropolis? Who wouldn't want to put down roots in a bustling place? However, not everyone has such ambitions, and not everyone will take root in one place permanently. Life is a fluttering tent, there is no root, there is no stronghold, only change according to demand, only with the encounter. The condensation of the years, like the old plum blossoms, has a clear outline and a thick color, as if all the veins are full of stories, just waiting for one day to be quietly listened to by someone who is destined to do so. Who remembers the story of a snowy day?
But the return to the hometown is still happy, and every time I return, I encounter snow
Since then, the snow has been soft and soft, and the plum blossoms have made the wicker new.