In the depths of the Chinese heart, there is a feeling like the roots of an ancient tree, that is, the nostalgia of the leaves falling back to their roots. No matter how dazzling the neon of the city is, no matter how broad the stage of life is, the attachment and longing for the hometown are always the same, hidden deep in everyone's heart.
With the increasing pace of urbanization, more and more people choose to build their nests in cities. They struggle here and take root here, but the sense of belonging in their hearts always points to that distant homeland.
There is their innocent childhood, their beloved parents, and their inseparable family affection. Even though the wheels of time are rolling forward, even if the style of the hometown has changed, the deep affection for the homeland is as firm as a rock.
Even though time has passed and my parents have passed away, the deep affection for my hometown is like old wine, which lasts for a long time.
Whenever the Spring Festival is approaching, people will always embark on the road back to their hometown with great excitement. The road may be long, it may be bumpy, but it can't stop people from returning home.
A man in Hubei took his wife and children home for the New Year, but found that the locks in his home had rusted and the courtyard walls were in a mess.
This scene, like a key, opened the door to the memory hidden deep in his heart. Those carefree childhood, about the nurturing grace of parents, and about hometown bits and pieces come to my heart like a tide.
The man took the familiar key and opened the door. The furnishings in the house were still there, but they were dusty. The backyard, where parents used to keep chickens and ducks, is now overgrown with weeds. All this tells the ruthlessness of time and the impermanence of life.
For the man, this is not only a home in the physical sense, but also the sustenance of his spirit and the root of his heart.
Although his parents have passed away, and although there is no longer the excitement and warmth of the past, the man still insists on taking his children home for the New Year every year.
He followed his father's example when he was alive, preparing New Year's goods and going to the ancestral grave to seal the New Year. He took his wife and children to visit his uncles and uncles in the village and had Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with them. All this is his dedication and persistence to his hometown.
The man's behavior moved countless netizens to tears. Some netizens lamented: "When my parents are gone, home is no longer like home." Indeed, when our parents left us, the home that was once full of laughter seemed empty.
For many people, hometown is the place that can never be parted with, no matter how far we go, we always have a deep attachment to it in our hearts.
However, with the advancement of urbanization and the changes of the times, more and more people will take root in the city. Their children may no longer have that deep affection for their hometown. Because for them, their hometown has become a bustling city, and it is no longer a place full of fields and rustic atmosphere.
Does this mean that the complex of returning to the roots will gradually fade and be washed away by the torrent of the times?
Perhaps, this is an unavoidable question. However, I believe that no matter how the times change, no matter how we go, the nostalgia and longing for our hometown will always be engraved in our hearts.
Because hometown is not only a place, but also an emotional sustenance, our spiritual home.
When we stand in the bustling city and look at our distant hometown, we may feel a trace of sadness and helplessness.
But remember, no matter how barren and dilapidated our hometown becomes, it is still a root in our hearts. As long as we want, we can go back there at any time, to relive those familiar scenery, to remember the warmth hidden deep in our hearts.