Where is your hometown?

My hometown is the rainy city in Zhao Lei's lyrics.

Put your hands in your trouser pockets,

Go to the end of Yulin Road with your lover,

Sitting in front of the bar,

I didn't stop thinking until the lights on the left and right went out.

It's the Anhe Bridge in Dongye. The heart of S.

Go home, I'm waiting for you,

Warm and waiting for someone to wait.

It is also a cup of Long Island in Li Zhige's song.

Turn around and jump into the West Lake,

But I can't find the melancholy of memories in 1996.

Where is your hometown? Is it a village with green fields and oil, or is it yellow sand raised on rural secondary roads?

It may be the place you want to leave, and you will miss it when you leave.

Some people say that from now on, my hometown has only winter and summer, and there is no spring and autumn.

After going to college, I can only go home in winter and summer vacations. There is no time to get along, only a short winter and summer.

Zhang Jiawei once said the relationship between region and personality:

Region not only exerts a subtle influence on personality, but also tells you quietly that "this kind of personality is right, so it can be passed on". Hometown has carved people and cultivated people's judgment standards and values, so more or less, they will always follow people.

I always thought that leaving my hometown seemed to have nothing to do with it. Later, it was discovered that we left our hometown, as if we had taken part of it and melted into the local accent, personality and taste buds.

Clearly know that the pronunciation is wrong, or stubbornly insist on not distinguishing the front nasal sound from the back nasal sound and the lateral nasal sound.

There is only one antidote for your acclimatization and bad appetite-hometown.

@ jingjing jingjing

20 14 Xiangshan, Ningbo

When you are tired of the strong fishy smell, you will miss this unique taste when you leave.

@ Tara

20 16 Inner Mongolia

Hometown is like hot koumiss. Eating something else may taste better. Other things can carry your ideals, but that bowl of warm koumiss is what you are most eager to eat when you are weak and injured.

@ Wang

February 20 16, Liangshan, Sichuan.

In September 2009, I left my hometown to study by train, and then graduated from work. My hometown is my root and an indelible mark. No matter what happens, it's always good to go back to your hometown. Full of difficulties, positive and optimistic, can be used as medicine. This photo was taken on the second day of the first month of the Spring Festival. Our family cleaned the cemetery for our ancestors on the mountain. Tombs of rural people are always scattered in Yuan Ye, not as good as tombstones in the city. Go home once a year, visit relatives once, and then look at the graves of ancestors, and then realize that life is alive and time is short, and you need to be worthy of yourself.

Niuniu

20 17, Taiyuan.

My hometown is Bingzhou Road in the lyrics. I walked south along Bingzhou Road? I went home to see my parents a few days ago this summer vacation. The climate in my hometown is suitable. I have relatives, friends and jobs to choose from, but I still want to go to the big city first, because there is more free space and unknown life there. I love my hometown, so I want to run away, so I love her every time I come back.

@ Liao Meng

20 16 door.

It was night when this photo was taken, and the sunset glow was so beautiful. However, this is the place where I have always wanted to escape. I'm an intern recently, but I haven't been back for more than half a year, and I may not be able to go back in the second half of the year. At this moment, I found that I miss my hometown so much. People always say that since then, there will be no spring and autumn in my hometown, only winter and summer. But I can't seem to grasp the winter and summer in my hometown.

@ Guan Guan

My old home is in the northeast, on a small mine. I left home after the college entrance examination in 20 14, and rarely went back. Now that the mine is yellow, all the young people can go, leaving only some old people and children here. It used to be brilliant here, but now it is just an ancient city that can be recalled. My hometown means a place I miss but I won't go back.

@ Goldfish Lalala

20 16, Guilin.

My hometown is my childhood with my parents. In the photo, I remember walking on the back of my loved ones in the heavy snow. Now with the high-speed rail, the old railway bridge has stopped taking buses, and occasionally trucks can be seen rumbling past.

@ Landou

Hengyang in 2002.

The last summer vacation before leaving home after the college entrance examination. Hometown is an indelible memory, a sweet watermelon after sweating in the summer fields.

@ glade

20 17.3.8 Shanghai Women's Day.

I grew up in this city and never left. The ever-changing changes have long since disappeared. I only vaguely remember the alley when I was a child. An alley is a story, the intimacy between young couples, the smell of scallion cakes and tofu pudding, the children's frolicking sound, and the voice of my mother calling me home for dinner. Many things can only be recalled, but not recalled. There are more and more reinforced concrete buildings in the city, and people are becoming more and more indifferent. The often gray weather adds a layer of gloom to people's hearts. This home no longer feels like home. In fact, aren't we all tourists and strangers in this world? If we think so, we will live well and will not be too persistent on the day we leave.

Micro-static

Taken in Chaozhou, 20 16.

20 10 ran away from home. Home seems to be a place that is always waiting for you to go back behind you. No matter where you are, how fast you run, how fast you run, and how many tedious chores you have in your mind, as long as you get home, you can put everything outside, including yourself, down for a while, so that you can hear the wind, see the color of the grass and smell the sunshine. When I took this photo, I was enjoying such a "slow" state.

@ He Xiaoxiang

20 15, Mianyang, Sichuan.

As a student studying in the north, I left home at the end of February. I thought I was chasing my own poems and the distance, but later I found that I was trapped in the small town where my family lived. For me, my hometown is my childhood, a game that I never tire of playing with my brother, the smoke from the chimney behind the house, the transplanting of rice in the mud, the cool place in the courtyard dam, the taste of a hundred meals, and the time I miss most when I can't go back.

There used to be relatives who were kind to me in this house in the photo. Later, perhaps because life and the temptation of the outside world are different, they left. A year has passed for almost ten years, and the back of the house has collapsed. The courtyard dam used for dry food is covered with weeds one person high, withered and brilliant, and no one knows it.

@ Together

20 15, Anhui.

Last year, I left my hometown to go to college outside. My hometown is as natural as eating. No matter how far I leave my hometown, it will still wait for all the people who leave home. It knows that no matter how far I go, we will always come back. This is the first time for me to climb a mountain with so many good friends. The mountains are high and the snowy world is slippery. We were disappointed that we didn't climb to the top of the mountain, but we were glad that we didn't go out climbing together after graduation. We are either tired or have no time, so I cherish this photo and our days together.

@ A bunch of contradictions

20 17, Wuhu.

I left my hometown in high school. My hometown is my spiritual destination. The time spent in the city is almost as long as the memory of my hometown, but when I have the opportunity to go back and see the familiar mountains and rivers, blue sky and rice fields, that kind of intimacy arises spontaneously. This picture was taken in my hometown in May this year. Although I was born in the countryside since I was a child, I never farm. I am free to go to my uncle's house this time just to help with some farm work. At a certain moment, I looked up at the distant sky and suddenly remembered the Japanese anime "Fairy Tales of the Years". I felt like Miao Zi at that time, so I took this photo casually. Not long ago, my grandparents passed away, which is really a lot of things.

@ Simone

Autumn National Day, 20 16, a small village in Xiangning County, Shanxi Province.

The last autumn of my master's career. In the afternoon of autumn harvest, the north wind roared over the east wind, and my mother went out after cleaning up the dishes. I almost fell asleep listening to the sound of flame moving in the stove on the warm kang. The little nephew in the next room slurred words, but turned a deaf ear to grandma's voice urging him to eat; The wind blew the curtains against the door and there was a cat barking. I imagined it purring at my feet, and suddenly remembered that it was not like its mother, and it was afraid of me who came back only once every six months. The clock on the wall is still advancing time and will leave the next day; So he turned over, Doby, the little thing, and then waved his sickle to the golden field. I took this photo by the way.

@ Moonlight

20 17.

My hometown is the place where my dream began, bearing too many complicated feelings. I am looking forward to leaving that small place and returning to that small place as soon as possible. My hometown is my taste bud, and any ups and downs are recorded. This photo will touch my heart every time I see it. When I was a child, I looked at this pond and the reflection of the sky inside. Maybe this is life. After the stormy waves, it will eventually be calm.

be lax

20 17, Chaoshan seaside town, Guangdong? My hometown.

This is the last time before I left home. That remote seaside town has a soft bed, hot soup and an old mother who asks me what I want to eat every day.

@ Quiet

2065438+July 2007 Hong Kong

Home? Is it clear at a glance? s？ To offset? Home p sail? Okay, hope again? Wr is still a teenager

@ Prince Laugh

201May 30, 7 Zhecheng County. It's been ten months since I went home from the penultimate. Hometown means a place that you can never go back. After taking this photo, I understood a truth. It turns out that life is not just about the present, but also about things thousands of miles away, things thousands of miles away, and things that are invisible.

A person will lose about 60 hairs every day, and fingernails will grow by 0. 1mm every day.

The metabolism of the city is going on every day.

The evacuation of one small shop and the entry of another.

An old building was knocked down and another building grew rapidly.

What is strange and lost is the non-overlapping part of memory and reality.

In Five Strategies for Urban Renewal in Shanghai, the author quoted a passage from Bu Yin: "Perhaps, in the historical disaster exile, what the soul yearns for most is not the past, nor the real hometown, but this' space', a space that can be experienced with friends and companions."

Bu Yin believes that "collective memory should be a playground that allows people to explore, not a tomb where a few people miss the past."

We don't really hate the changes in the city.

The feelings for the renewal of hometown are probably more like,

An old friend I haven't seen for a long time sent a photo with others in a circle of friends.

You don't know when she bought new clothes,

I don't know the man next to her either.

But, you know, she is more beautiful in the photo,

Faded away from roughness and recklessness,

Although this is not what you knew before,

Still silently clicked the following praise.