The Writing Background of The Road to Hometown

The road in my hometown left me only endless memories and thoughts. The world outside the mountain has undergone earth-shaking changes, but the scenery inside the mountain has not changed, and the road is still so rugged and peaceful.

Whenever I go back to my hometown and walk on this rugged mountain road, listening to the sound of poplar leaves being blown by the wind on both sides, a kind of joy climbs into my heart. This is the memory of childhood calling me, let me dig out the memory of this road in my mind. Oh, it's still the same, the footprints left by generations on the road, the mud left by rain, the hot air left by sunshine, and the fallen leaves left by autumn wind. This road has experienced many vicissitudes, but it still lies there peacefully, watching the occasional pedestrians. ...

When I live in my hometown, I always like to wander alone on the mountain road, open my mind and recall the past. The road in my hometown is not as noisy as the city, so quiet that people can hear its voice. The soles of my feet couldn't help moving, as if they had been pushed. People in the past didn't know each other like cities. On the way home, people in the past know you and say hello to you: "Good!" "good!" Who connects these simple mountain people who are not good at foreign communication? Oh! Or you! This rugged mountain road has communicated the pulse of the whole mountain with your life. You looked at them silently, and it was your rough nature that left this mountain man behind. Thankfully, you are staring at the mountain people who have to leave but are reluctant to leave.

Whenever I want to leave my hometown and go back to Lanzhou, I feel wet when I walk on this uneasy mountain road, and a kind of inexplicable sadness comes to my mind. I seem to see me say goodbye to my hometown at the age of three, and I am reluctant to sit in the car. I saw my grandmother hunched over and a string of tears came out of her eyes. Ten years later, the situation remains the same. When I was thirteen years old, I looked at this mountain road that my hometown people could not bear to forget. How many tears I shed on this mountain road!