Nostalgia is the most beautiful flower in the heart

　　Nostalgia is a heavy love. The wanderer who left his homeland silently collects the love in his heart. In a foreign country to work, the heart is unusually lonely, to the city's steel and concrete, to those who can never speak with the heart, the heart is full of melancholy. When I am lonely, I think of the moonlight in the lotus pond, the curling smoke of my hometown, my father and mother with wrinkles on their faces, the clear river in my hometown, and my childhood playmates, and I can't help but feel the sweet and sour ripples in my heart.

　　Nostalgia is a deep love. I think of a poem by Yu Guangzhong: When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp, I was here, my mother was there, when I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket, I was here, my bride was there, later, nostalgia was a short grave, I was outside, my mother was inside, and now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, I was here, the mainland was there. Nostalgia carries many attachments, many obsessive emotions, intense love, and many expectations of the wanderer.

　　The most intense love in nostalgia is the attachment to the mother. When I think of my mother's long black hair when she was young, her hair was scented with the familiar fragrance of the wanderer's hair. When I was young, I used to snuggle in my mother's arms and listen to her stories about the river gods. To the wanderer, his mother is the river, with clear eyes, rich milk, with a long flow of love for their fine water. Mother's love is like water, he is like the grass next to the river. From childhood to adulthood, the mother river constantly nourished him and accompanied him to grow up.

　　The deepest love in nostalgia is the attachment to the father. The father is often unsmiling. In the eyes of the wanderer, the most seen is often the father's great back. The father's back, like a mountain is tall and upright. When I was young, I used to lie on my father's back and feel the warmth on his back. The father's love is like a mountain, he silently guards the mother, guarding the wanderer, guarding the warmth of the home. The father's back is forever engraved in the heart of the wanderer, no matter how the years erode his memory, the familiar back is always engraved in the heart.

　　The attachment to grandfather is the most amiable love in nostalgia. Apart from his parents, he is the family member who occupies the memory of the wanderer. Grandpa has white hair and wrinkles all over his forehead, and he always smokes a water pipe, making a loud "bar" and "bar" sound when he smokes. Grandpa often fishes by the river, and the wanderer always sits by his grandfather's side, watching him concentrate on waiting for the fish to be hooked. There was nothing happier than when grandpa caught a big basket of fish, and these small fish were the most sumptuous dinner for the wanderer.

　　The most tender love in nostalgia is the attachment to grandma. Grandma has neat and silky white hair, full of heaven, gentle, and kind. Grandma was good at weaving and shoe weaving. The clothes she wore were the best-fitting clothes in the world, and the shoes she made were the strangest in the world. The wanderer has a special feeling for his grandmother. He is the one who is most loved by his grandmother. Grandma's smile, like the sun in the sky, is always so bright. Whenever he is unhappy, his grandmother's smile is his band-aid.

　　The attachment to his wife is the softest love in nostalgia. The wife is gentle like water, gentle and virtuous. A wife's smile is the warmest and most beautiful smile in this world. The wife has a pair of big talking eyes and fair skin. Her smile was like a flower blooming in the heart of the wanderer. The wife's voice is sweet and moving, and the wanderer loves to listen to her singing. The wife is a good cook, the wanderer likes to eat her cold noodles and mabo tofu. When he came to this city, whenever he was lonely, his wife's voice and smile always appeared in his mind.

　　The attachment to his daughter is the most affectionate love in nostalgia. The daughter looks like a red apple, her face is red, and she speaks in a milky voice. Whenever a wanderer returns to his hometown, the first to come out to greet his lovely daughter. Although the daughter is young, but very attentive and understanding. Whenever a traveler returns to his hometown, she will prepare a shaving knife for the traveler, bring a cup of warm water, fill a basin with hot water, help the traveler wash his feet, and when eating, will clip the most delicious dishes to the traveler. The lovely and well-behaved daughter is the greatest comfort for the wanderer who is working far away from home.

　　The attachment to the homeland is the most difficult love to part with in nostalgia. The river in the mountains is so rich and clear that when I was a child, I used to swim and play in the river; the spring water in the mountains is so sweet and delicious; the spring in the mountains is so vibrant and beautiful; the summer in the mountains is bright and sunny with birdsong and flowers; the autumn in the mountains is the harvest season; the winter in the mountains is snowy, but the cold plums make the wanderer's heart The winter in the mountains, although it is snowing heavily, the cold plums make the wanderer's heart full of hope for the next year.

　　Nostalgia is a kind of unspeakable love, a complex emotion, a kind of strong nostalgia and attachment to the homeland and relatives. A wanderer in another country has to go into a city he is not familiar with to make a living for his family, toiling there and suffering from the pain of longing. Perhaps, he does not have ambitions, must be in a foreign country to make a great career; perhaps, he has no intention to set up camp in this city. Because in his heart, to go home and reunite with his parents, wife, and children, filial piety to his parents, raising children is his greatest wish in this life.

　　Nostalgia is the most beautiful flower in the heart. It is jasmine with a light fragrance, carrying a tender mother's love; it is a golden sunflower, promising a heavy father's love; it is a petunia in the rain, carrying the silent vigilance of the relatives of the next generation; it is a lotus after the rain, carrying a deep attachment to his wife; it is a tulip in the sun, carrying a strong longing for his daughter; it is a spring It is a wild chrysanthemum in the spring, although ordinary, but carries the strong thoughts of the wanderer to his homeland.