The third paragraph of returning to Yan'an is an expanded prose of 100 words.

Unconsciously, it has been nearly thirty years since I left my hometown. As we grow older, a kind of nostalgia, a thought of returning to our roots after falling leaves, becomes clearer, more determined, and more urgent. That is, when my daughter graduates from college, gets a job, and can take care of herself, I will end my wandering days and go home, to my hometown of Yan'an where I was born and raised.

I have told my husband countless times that when the children grow up and we get old, we will go home. Build a small courtyard in Linshan, plant peach trees, pear trees, apricot trees, and pomegranates and crabapples in the courtyard, plant flowers and plants all over the courtyard, raise a few chickens and ducks, and listen to the water of the Yan River in the early morning. At dusk, you sit under the grape trellis in the yard and read and write. In winter, when you are too busy to rest, you go up to the mountain to hunt hares and pheasants. At home, I heat the earthen kang to warm the millet porridge. The aroma fills the cave dwelling, and the smoke lingers in the village. The sky is waiting for you to come home. My husband always smiles and says that everyone wants to live in a high-rise building, but you are so good, I want to go home and live in a cave dwelling.

In fact, for so many years, this homesickness has been haunting me all the time.

I remember that when I first came to this strange city thousands of miles away, my second brother was still healthy at that time. I loved to watch the news broadcast and the weather forecast every night, and I would go to bed after watching the weather forecast. Every time I read the weather forecast, I always tell everyone: The temperature is going to cool down in Yan'an, or it's going to rain in Yan'an. For a long time, we remained silent. He seemed to be talking to himself, talking to himself. I didn't find it funny. Now think about it, the transportation network was not developed at that time, and there was only the weather forecast from the Central News Network. You could see the two friendly words "Yan'an" every day, and you could get some information about your hometown from there.

My second oldest joined the army and left my hometown when I was thirteen. I smiled and said that my second oldest hobby was watching weather forecasts. My second mother said that his biggest hobby is going home. He went to work fine in the morning and didn't say anything. After get off work, he simply cleaned up and said he was going home, then left by himself, throwing all his wages on the way home. We all laughed and thought nothing of it. Now my husband has said this several times, saying that when I came home, he lost his car and all the money was used for road transportation. Every holiday is the time when I miss home the most, so I am most afraid of celebrating the holidays, feeling empty and nowhere to put myself. That distant home is always so kind, kind, charming and full of temptation. There are mountains and rivers, the big locust tree in front of the door, and the stream that wraps around the village like a belt, as well as my mother’s fragrant rice soup with beans and money that fills the courtyard, and the golden oil cakes and steamed buns. , making people want to run to her and throw themselves into her arms without any reason. The local accent is so beautiful, more beautiful than any music. The warmth and comfort of going home makes you feel comfortable from head to toe. It comes from the heart. Happiness package.

So after so many years of being out, I have never felt at ease leaving my home outside, always ready to go home. So he has been renting a house. The bed is an old-fashioned iron frame bed that his eldest brother gave him when he got married. The cupboards are old cupboards that his eldest brother and sisters don't use. I buy a few simple stoves by myself, which are enough for living expenses. In this way, it will cost more than ten yuan. Year. I also bought a cheap black-and-white TV. When my daughter was three or four years old, she often went to the neighbor's house. She said the color TV in the neighbor's house was very nice. Once, my little and thin daughter stood in front of the TV holding a brick high, pouting. Frowning and panting, making an angry appearance, I quickly asked who provoked you? She said that the neighbor's aunt and uncle said that I was reluctant to buy a color TV. If she smashed the TV with a brick, I would buy a big color TV. I held my daughter in my arms and felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. My daughter attends a technical secondary school in Shandong Province. She is close to home and can go home on holidays. However, students from other places such as Xinjiang, Gansu, and Heilongjiang can only go home during holidays at a young age. One time, my daughter's voice on the phone was very low and she said: "Mom, my classmates all want to come to our house to play with me, but our house is very messy and old." I suddenly realized that I only thought about my childhood home, but I forgot to give my daughter a home that she could be proud of and infinitely warm. So I quickly bought a house and purchased furniture, but I still wanted to keep it as simple and practical as possible. I told my daughter that when I return to Yan'an, I would use the best and most fashionable decorations, buy the best and most fashionable furniture, and make the home warm, cozy, luxurious and fashionable. That was the final place for me to settle down in my life, and that was my home where my heart fell to the ground.

My daughter once retorted, "What's so good about that poor ravine? You care about it so much." The first time I got angry at my daughter, it was also something you are not allowed to say in your own home! The daughter said with an innocent face, she said she was born and raised in Shandong, why do she still say she is from Yan'an? I said because your roots are in Yan'an, no matter where you go, you will always be from Yan'an!

My second oldest child has been paralyzed in bed for 17 years. He doesn’t like to talk, but when I talk about my hometown, he talks a lot. In the last two years of his serious illness, he was so ill that he shouted to turn on the light in broad daylight and turned on the TV at night. When we went back to see him, we didn’t even recognize him. Sometimes he couldn’t even speak to his only grandson. He recognized it, but when asked, "Where are you from?" "Machi River", he answered almost without thinking. Ask her "Do you want to go home?" "Yes!". After being reminded like this, I kept making noises like a child for many days, saying that I wanted to go home. The day before he died, we went to see him. He could no longer speak and had almost no expression when asked. Sometimes when we asked him something when he was awake, he would just nod and shake his head. I asked him, "Erda, do you want to go home?" He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at my husband and me, and nodded.

My husband said, do you want to say it back or not? He had been brewing for a long time and a low and hoarse voice came out of his throat, "Return!". Tears burst into his eyes instantly, and his husband wiped his tears. I know that only we wanderers miss that distant homeland day and night, and we miss it so heart-breakingly.

My hometown has changed a lot in recent years. Every household in the countryside has a telephone. If you feel homesick, you can call me. If you miss your parents, you can have a video chat with them, so you have to go home less frequently. My mother said, come back. Now in the countryside, every village has asphalt roads. Every household has tap water, and my father no longer has to carry water. According to the Yellow River regional management plan, trees are planted on the mountains, but there is not much land left for planting. The fruit trees are all bearing fruit now. I have left some apples for you to take home and eat. I remember the first time the news said that trains were opening in Yan'an, I hurried back home. The streets had completely changed and I couldn't find the way home in my memory. The shops on both sides of the street are bustling and lively, as if rows of skyscrapers have sprung up overnight. The children shouted, Mom! There are two-decker buses in Yan’an! The streets are busy with cars and pedestrians, so it’s really prosperous. Looking up, we can see that Pagoda Mountain is green and majestic, with many new pavilions and pavilions built there. The road home was wide and straight. I remember that when I went to Yan'an, I had to make seven or eight big turns, and I felt motion sick as soon as I got on the bus. Looking all the way, every hilltop was green. It was just after a rain, and white clouds were floating in the sky. My daughter took pictures with her camera and said, Mom, the sky in my hometown is the same as the sky in Yunnan and Guizhou. So blue, so clear. I remember that every time I go home, I have to walk a section of dirt road. My daughter said, Mom, let’s take a taxi. I said, where can we get one here? Walk well. Later, when I got home and the conditions were good, I called my brother, brother-in-law, and nephews who came to pick me up on four or five motorcycles. My husband said, oh, what a spectacular motorcycle team! Nowadays, we take a taxi and arrive at our doorstep. Children in the village also go to kindergarten, and the school bus comes to pick them up at our doorstep. New-style cave dwellings were built in the village, with double-glazed windows. The interiors of the houses were as newly decorated as the current buildings. On the way back from the Yan'an Revolutionary Memorial Hall and Zaoyuan, the children suddenly said, "Mom, let's buy an apartment in Yan'an." The classmates saw The photos she posted were all envious, saying that Yan'an is really beautiful!

One day while doing morning exercises, I heard a few old ladies talking in the park. Someone was asking an old lady with a northern Shaanxi accent, "Where have you been recently?" The old lady from northern Shaanxi said, "I went back to my hometown. "Go back to Yan'an? Yan'an is so poor!" The old lady from northern Shaanxi raised her voice and said, "Yan'an is like a little Hong Kong now!" I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Yes, our Yan'an is like little Hong Kong, there are many apt metaphors. I suddenly had the urge to rush up and hug her. We in Yan'an are advancing with the times, taking vigorous steps, and confirming the immortal legends step by step with determination and perseverance!

Some people say that everyone’s life is on the way home. No matter where you are, your heart and soul are on the way home!

Yan'an, my hometown, you are always in my heart and soul, and I am always on the way home.