Rabbit fence

Autumn is thick, the trees are yellow, and the homesick people shed tears. After leaving the "Return Inn", Ma Liang's magic pen has rendered the autumn of Shennongjia exhausted. Cloudy clouds covered the whole sky, and autumn colors became more and more beautiful. My heart is rippling with the falling leaves, the yellow playful pine trees are waving to us, and the road ahead is the way home.

Shennongjia airport is on the top of a mountain in Hongping town, with an altitude of 2584 meters. The driver who saw me off said, "The airport was built by leveling a mountain top." When I got to the top of the mountain, I thought I could see better scenery. Unexpectedly, the trees withered and the grass turned yellow. There were two worlds between the top of the mountain and the foot of the mountain. 1200 kilometers away, because of the epidemic, it takes more than 3,300 kilometers to get there. There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan. If we can get there smoothly, it will be far and not far.

Holding the "Fang Shangjian", I crossed Wuhan and successfully arrived at the Shanghai transit station. I booked a plane ticket from Xining to Dunhuang in a hurry. I don't know, but I was shocked. I was grounded and the flight was cancelled. Glanced at the ticket in a hurry and stopped. Heart, conveniently fell to the bottom. I got up early to see two cases of COVID-19 diagnosed in Xining, and I was unhappy all the way. At this time, my mood is more anxious and depressed. The road sign to go home is no longer clear. ...

Before buying tickets, we discussed bypassing Anyang and Lanzhou and arriving in Nanjing safely. People are not as good as heaven, but they still haven't bypassed the epidemic area. Contact the staff to change the ticket, but there is no flight. I had to bite the bullet and board the flight from Shanghai to Xining. Verification, verification and registration have arrived in downtown Xining at midnight. On the empty street, the neon is no longer flashing, and the rustling autumn wind stings, so I can't help shivering. Dragging heavy luggage to the east of the city (there is an epidemic in the west) and looking for hotels everywhere.

The morning sunshine disturbed my dream, opened my tired eyes and fixed my eyes on the dining table of flights and trains. The information remains the same, and the dynamics remain the same. Time seems to have stopped, and the way home is long and far. ...

Countless little people are arguing in their minds: "Go to Chengdu, go back to Dunhuang, go back to …………………", go or go back? It's easy to go, but too difficult to go back. In a special period, what I want most is a warm home, relatives and old friends. Even though Qian Shan is full of water, I want to go home. Helpless, I left the epidemic area (Xining) and flew back to Dunhuang through the epidemic area (Lanzhou), even if I was isolated.

The idea is perfect and the reality is cruel. After boarding the bullet train from Xining to Lanzhou West, everything went wrong one after another, and the intercity train from Lanzhou West to the airport also stopped. The taxi to the airport stopped; Some hotels in Chengguan District of the city closed down; Some hotels were requisitioned; The downtown hotel does not accept Xining guests; The bus time to the airport has passed; Fighting for the bus to the airport also gave up because the nucleic acid test report didn't come out that day; The hotel that strayed into the control area almost became a "yellow code"; Helplessness, panic, anxiety, regret, anxiety, etc. All kinds of uneasy emotions are pouring out. Who will take us to such a big city? Where are you going? Looking for the train station staff? Seek public security help? A question mark, a veto, a question after a question, a question after a question, and finally a hotel took us in. We never liked this hotel, so we had more affection for it and less anxiety, much like "home". The road home is full of twists and turns. ...

We successfully crossed the fire line as planned, boarded the plane from Lanzhou to Dunhuang and arrived in Dunhuang smoothly. Hanging heart finally put down. Looking up at the sky, clouds like cotton are floating, wandering and playing games with you; The poplar trees in the shelter forest, their beams pass through the branches and fall on the golden leaves on the ground, so quiet and beautiful, like a girl, with a little shyness; On the lake of the park in front of the building, the blue waves rippled, the reflection of the building was reflected on the lake, unknown birds were playing, and Gesanghua leaned out of her pink cheeks and looked around; Even people walking on the road have smiles in their eyes; That's what home should be like.

? There are thousands of ways to go home, both obstacles and smooth; There are ups and downs and joys; There is loneliness and companionship; There are sour and sweet, no matter which way we take, home is here, guiding us all the way forward.