What is homesickness?

I didn't know what homesickness was when I was a child. When I grow up, I leave home, east and west, north and south, struggle for my life, and struggle for my dreams. I am tired and tired. A ray of homesickness is naturally revealed, which is a faint and leisurely sadness ...

At first, homesickness was only about my hometown in the countryside, thinking about cats, dogs, pigs, cows and chickens in my old house; Thinking about the smoke from cooking on the adobe blue tiles; Thinking about the big tree at the door, the spring is full of green branches and green leaves, and it is fragrant and refreshing ... With the growth of age, the homesickness is getting deeper and deeper, as deep as the hair turns white, as the crow's feet in the corner of the eye penetrate into the skin.

Homesickness is the month of my hometown. It often haunts my dreams quietly, driving away the darkness at night, and making me panic and desolate at night. In my dreams, I was still the naive child who caught butterflies and chased dragonflies in the field ...

I often miss my hometown. At that time, the wind in my hometown was warm and pleasant. The clouds in my hometown are white and flawless, floating in the wind and free; The path of my hometown is winding and quiet; The soil in my hometown is fragrant, and the workhorse in my hometown is still plowing on the ridge. In the field, my father and mother are still working, with strong bodies and green hair, and their smiles are as warm as the sun in early spring ... < P > At that time, in the countryside, people lived in harmony with nature, working at sunrise and dying at sunset. Full of quiet, indifferent, simple and poetic mood. Homesickness is a kind of culture, with indelible memories of local accent and local flavor.

Homesickness is a lullaby that mothers hum softly when patting their crying children in their arms. It's a mother's sole made of needle and thread with reading glasses under a dim oil lamp; It is the mother's forehead wrinkles with distinct lines and the silvery white hair on the temples; It is the expectation that the mother looks forward to the entrance of the village with crutches; It is the mother's nagging when her children come home; It is the mother's concern about her children who have traveled thousands of miles.

Homesickness is a kind kiss when a father's beard slightly stings his children. It is the stern reprimand in the lost eyes of my father's ambitious son and daughter. It is my father's sweat when he walks through the winding and steep mountain road in sandals; It is the hard work of my father's field with a hoe on his shoulder in the sunshine; It is the laughter of my father when he gains joy; It is the father's reticence when he suffers grief; It was my father who lit a long pipe, and the sound of it was leisurely; It is the joy of my father's hard work to prepare a rich New Year's Eve dinner.

Homesickness is a childhood puzzle in the haystack and a nursery rhyme sung on the back of a cow. It is the slapstick of firewood friends on the mountain and the timidity of secretly swimming in the river; It is the joy of stealing the fruits in the neighborhood and the silent crying when teachers and parents scold; It's the snail contest on the playground during the break and the flapping sound of birds after the slingshot. It is a swing floating with laughter and a rainbow on the horizon graffiti with watercolor crayons. Cut the homesickness, endless nostalgia and yearning!

attachment to one's native land is a common and eternal emotion of human beings. Wanderers, drifters, vagrants and immigrants who are far away from home will miss their hometown.

Everyone has a strong hometown complex in his heart. Because, hometown is the place where everyone's life begins, where our closest people live and our initial memories are preserved; Hometown is the place that gives us a sense of belonging, the source of our spirit and our root.