An essay on the theme of hometown

"Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away, why am I wandering, wandering far away ..." Seventeen years ago, Sanmao left this world and began her journey to heaven. In a blink of an eye, she has been there for seventeen years. In these seventeen spring and autumn years, people have never stopped thinking about her, and have been standing on the ground with admiration, looking up at this person who is traveling happily in heaven.

Sanmao is a person with wandering complex, and many of her works are also produced in wandering. In her works, there are stories about her in a foreign land, stories about her and Jose, and stories about ethnic customs and folk customs in the Sahara desert. Opening her works is like opening a rich picture, entering a completely different world, and the customs of a strange country are displayed before our eyes. From then on, we followed her to "travel around Qian Shan", followed her to "see the Yellow Crane Tower" and appreciate the "summer smoke sorrow". In "I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream", "The wider the clothes are, the more I won't regret it". I am also a person with wandering complex. Soon, I fell in love with her works and learned that there is such a writer and such an amazing girl who regards vagrancy as the joy of life.

I haven't read much of Sanmao's books. When I read her books, she had already left us for some years. It was when I was in middle school. On lonely nights for many months, when I finished my homework for a day, bathed in the bright glow, turned on a small lamp and picked up Sanmao's works, I began to meet and communicate with female writers. In her peaceful, calm, broad and inclusive thoughts, I walked into her heart step by step, traveled around the world with her, felt her joys and sorrows, and felt her knowledge and understanding of the world. Her works have aroused many spiritual feelings, inspired me a lot of life, and given me a lot of life experience and philosophy. My little heart is full of longing for her wandering life. Her courage, her travel experience, her persistence in love, and her kindness to ordinary people all attracted me deeply, which made me often have the impulse to travel around Qian Shan like her and truly feel life. "The charm of young, strong and lonely Sanmao to young people in Chinese mainland cannot be overestimated by any outsider." Jia Pingwa, a famous writer, once said that Sanmao influenced the younger generation.

I have always been impressed by Sanmao's understanding and calmness of life, and I have always appreciated her reason and attitude towards things, and also appreciated her tolerant, kind and clear heart. I don't know who else will have a feeling and satisfaction with life like San Mao. I don't know who else will treat life with a poetic attitude like Sanmao, who can bloom the most beautiful flowers in the simplest, simplest, purest and most plain life.

Reading Sanmao's works, I often don't feel too much melancholy and sadness, although there are often storms, loneliness and sadness in the desert. But in her works, it is always just her understanding and tolerance of life, and it is her kind, calm, calm and rich heart. Sanmao's works may contain some illusory elements, but what she brings us is her sincere and kind heart and a real and pleasant reading pleasure. She teaches us to face life optimistically, and brings us an idea of being kind to life and relatives and friends. Someone commented on her like this: "She is like a mysterious and illusory figure, a floating cloud on the ground. We were dazzled by her color and light, but we couldn't see clearly and couldn't guess; " However, she is a very real and pure real existence. Through that extremely frank inner monologue, we can clearly touch her heart. "San Mao's article language is plain and simple, with sincere feelings but no traces of carving. Reading her article is like tasting a cup of tea, which is shallow, very fragrant and has a long aftertaste. " My life is not intentional, everything goes with the flow. It is better to say that fate is too pessimistic than the laws of nature ... "San Mao commented on himself. Writing is like a person, which is also a portrayal of what she writes to people.

Some people say that the love between San Mao and Jose is the greatest and most romantic love in the world. It's true. Jose waited for her for six years. How many times have these six years been short and long? For a person whose love is not sincere and firm enough, maybe he or she has left to pursue a new starting point. Jose, on the other hand, has been waiting for her silently, so when Sanmao resolutely set off to her lover's side, a great and amazing love began her most perfect and dazzling interpretation, and the sparks from the collision still shine in the eyes of future generations.

One evening in Canary Island, the afterglow of the sunset slanted on the night market. A young woman was walking home alone. She is slim, with long hair and a long skirt. A long necklace rose and fell rhythmically on her chest with her footsteps. The orange sunset bathed her, and her whole person was shrouded in a gorgeous glow. This is Sanmao, who lives, travels and writes in the Sahara desert. She is so refined and dignified, so pure and refined, with extraordinary bearing, and the charm of an intellectual woman that she exudes from the inside out suddenly conquered me. From this, I fell in love with her deeply. This picture has become a lingering landscape in my mind, fixed in my mind and my eternal memory of Sanmao.

It has been seventeen years since San Mao left us. In the past seventeen years, the grass in front of Sanmao's grave has been green, yellow and blue, but in these seventeen years, she has never really left us, and she has always been with us. She is with us, on our desks, in our conversations, in our memories, every night ... every year on the 4th of 1 month, she will come back to reunite with us.

Sanmao went, she didn't go far, she just set out to wander again. Maybe she is too tired. She is in need of a rest. Then, she went to heaven, where it was quiet and she could rest and recuperate. And heaven is nearby, so she won't go far.