Composition on a journey to seek roots in Widian City

On National Day this year, I came to Shandong with my mother, grandma and grandpa. This trip had two purposes. One was to see my great-aunt, and the other was to accompany my grandpa back to his hometown. look. I heard from my grandfather that his father came to the Northeast from his hometown of Shandong when he was eighteen years old and never went back for seventy years. Before his death, his only wish was to return to his hometown. In order to fulfill his old man's wish, today, ten years later, my grandfather took our family on a journey to find our roots.

We took a long-distance bus ride from Yantai for more than five hours and arrived at my grandfather’s father’s hometown. I saw that the land there was yellow. People in the village lived in brick houses or mud houses. Each house had a yard, and old corn was drying in front of the door and on the roof of every house. We turned several winding roads. On the small road, we finally arrived at my grandma’s cousin’s house. Many people greeted us in the courtyard. The adults were chatting about the past and present. When the two aunts came out, I was a little bored, so they took my mother and me to the mountains behind the house to have a look. Here, I saw real terraced fields, with crops on one level. One level is planted around the hillside. My aunt took us to pick red and sweet wild dates. As we walked, my mother found a tall and big persimmon tree. My aunt climbed up the tree and picked two persimmons for me. She also told me that this kind of Persimmons cannot be eaten directly, they are used to make persimmon cakes. The grasshoppers on the roadside were jumping around and they were very big. My aunt caught the grasshoppers for me while walking and said that she would fry them for me to eat at night. I saw a crop with white flowers on the hillside. When I took a closer look, it turned out to be cotton. This was the first time I saw cotton. I quickly picked one. It was so beautiful. The pumpkins here are different from those in the Northeast, they are thicker and longer. We carried big pumpkins, wild dates, and grasshoppers, and returned home with a full load.

I just drank some water and accompanied my grandpa to his cousin’s house. There was a pomegranate tree in his yard, which was full of red and big pomegranates. Grandpa’s cousin was enthusiastic I picked three of them, and they tasted a bit sour when I took a bite. I also made two good friends here, and they played a lot of games with me before dinner. The dinner was very sumptuous. My aunt said that all the vegetables were grown by them. She even fried a plate of grasshoppers for me. With everyone's encouragement, I took a bite. It was really fragrant and tasted a bit like fried peanuts. At this time, I didn't like and wasn't used to it when I first came here, but now I'm a little nostalgic for it. Everyone here is hard-working, enthusiastic, and kind. There are my favorite mountains and small yards here.

The next day, we reluctantly said goodbye to our relatives here. When I grow up, I will definitely visit them again.