I only stayed for 5 days when I went back to my hometown in the countryside for the New Year, will I go back next year? Think about life choices
Preface. As the New Year approaches, many people want to return to their hometowns for the New Year. However, after a period of time to return home, some people will feel reluctant to return, so that they will never come back. This article will take you closer to an editor of the Internet ** about his "road home".
Unexpected discoveries.
One early winter morning, I rushed back to my hometown early to decorate my family's house. My loved ones have long since left, and there is only an empty house left in the house, waiting for me to return. However, when I entered the village, I was surprised to see that the old street, which used to be very busy, was now empty, like a cold wind that blew in the middle of the year, blowing away the prosperity of the past. To my surprise, there was no one in the village, and all the acquaintances slowly dissipated over the years. Later, when I met my sister, I realized what had happened in the village, and the once bustling neighbors and friends had all left, leaving only an empty village.
Extended reading: When I saw that familiar road, I felt a strange loneliness. The once prosperous village is now desolate, and the giant wheel of time rolls here, leaving only a dead silence. I walked on the path I used to run on as a child, looking at the empty houses on the side of the road, and my heart was filled with a sense of separation. I can't help but feel the cruelty of time, the passage of time, making this once familiar and intimate place become a strange and distant place.
The Lost Quest.
After moving into the old house, I started to decorate the house to fill the gap in my heart. However, when I walked around the village, I found that most of the people in the village had left, and I was left alone in the village. Repairing the walls, replacing the roof, although it was very busy, I still felt a little disappointed. In my dreams, familiar faces, their smiles, their words, their voices, all so far away.
Expansion: Daily labor, gradually building a wall, the roof is shaded with iron sheets, a busy scene. But beneath the surface of this joy lies a kind of loneliness and confusion. I looked at the shovel in my hand, staining the paint into patches, and my heart was full of mixed feelings. The changes in the village and the changes in human feelings make me feel the cruelty of time and the changes of life. Maybe it's not just the house that's being repaired, but also the restlessness in the heart.
Nostalgia and contemplation.
It's almost the New Year, and I'm desperately trying to find the taste of the New Year, but my heart is slowly leaving. Whenever I pass through the village, I see that the once lively streets become desolate. The empty courtyards, the empty streets, and the vehicles coming and going give a sense of tranquility and busyness. In this cold Spring Festival, I thought back on my life, felt the warmth of my family, and thought of my future.
Expansion: It's almost the Chinese New Year, and I'm walking around the village, hoping to find some New Year's flavors. However, the quiet streets and lonely courtyards made me deeply involved in my own ideological struggle. As I looked at this scene, I thought of how alone I was, and wondered whether I should go back or go. The atmosphere of the Spring Festival can be lively or depressed, but for me, it is a valuable reflection and insight.
Brief summary. Returning to your hometown for the holidays may be the most conservative and warm way, but after seeing the prosperity of the past and the depression of today, there may be an indescribable loneliness and wandering. Valuing the current family and warmth, thinking about the fate and choice of the soul, may be a question worth thinking about during the New Year. The Spring Festival is not only a tradition, but also a kind of spiritual sustenance and sublimation. I hope that all the Hui compatriots who have lost their way can feel their bravery and warmth from the fireworks.