Goodbye hometown love

　　Preface: all reunions after a long separation, are treated as a walking journey of the soul, during which, whether the sun shines high, or pouring rain, do not have to care, things look into their origins, as nature dictates.

　　Autumn is an easy season to miss, like a wanderer who is homesick when he is despondent. Stepping on the hot wind of the city, with light autumn cool, take an express train back to the place loaded with my eighteen years of memories, where the water is clear and the mountains are green, where the wind is light and the clouds are light. Every day, I wake up to the chirping of birds and go to sleep at night accompanied by the stars, my sweet dreams are never woken up, such scenes often come to my mind.

　　The wind rises, the sun shines, and the frost falls, all of which tug at my emotions. In my hometown, a place that is not surrounded by external objects, every scene is so pure. If the wind taps on your window on a cool summer night and kisses you in your sweet dreams, do you know that it is a gift from Mother Nature that chases away the heat and protects you to sleep peacefully?

　　Looking out of the window, from the day gradually into the night, as if the bus drove too fast to carry them away, and finally in the day and night when the handover reluctantly closed their eyes. The people are different from one year to the next, and things are different from one year to the next. In the memory, the flowers and plants that were thought to be evergreen and undefeated are now full of sores, and I don't know who cut a hole in them, stained with the bleakness of autumn, and I complain, but I am helpless.

　　When a yellowing street lamp, hanging in the darkness of the night, and neon magnificent new clothes, rushed into my line of sight, I knew that the destination has arrived. I thought my uneasiness would beg for mercy in the warmth of my hometown land but found that the slightest bit of pity revealed was awkward. And so, with her cleanliness and purity, how could she tolerate the strange smell coming back from a foreign land? I thought of all the good feelings when we met, but I never thought it would become so strange, even a yolk of leaves refused to fall for me, always firmly wrapped around the neck of the branch. The wind blew through, each swaying as if it was mocking the people who looked up to her. I know that I have been wandering around for too long to make him forget what I look like, I comforted myself with this.

　　The fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for years. The fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the marketplace for a long time.

　　The wind that came to my face, with the frenzy that prevailed in the air, lightly diffused in my face, waking me up in a daze. This square in front of me was changed completely, the ground was repaved, trees were planted, and a large number of stone benches were stacked ...... this scene, even if I put all the fragments of memory recomposed, back to the square at that time, it is difficult to touch the warmth. This unfamiliar face, like a hideous mask, set the people who have been moving forward, sneering at those who are nostalgic, laughing at their ignorance, ignorance. I thought I could keep the good old days by blocking the memories, but I didn't know that everything would go up in smoke as the light flew by.

　　The two newly opened jewelry stores across the square, with his noble set off the square will soon be prosperous, several women-themed fashion brand flagship stores, glittering under the lights, with her avant-garde drive the pace of the city forward. Shortly, this may be a city that never sleeps again, decorated with colorful lights in every corner of the city, and covered with splendor to make people forget the poverty they once had and the suffering they have endured. A hill is flattened, and a building is erected, drawing the energy transmitted by nature and growing stronger day by day.

　　As for those who are moving in the opposite direction of the city, they have to keep their memories to warm their cold hearts, to feel the warmth of the city's original passion. Not to get used to the rules set down by the city, by the painted routine to go through this life. As for the future, what will become of this place, who knows? I think time will give you an answer.

　　A few days later, in the noise of people, I am about to embark on the road to another city, whether it is the hometown to look up to, I do not know. I only know that lost sentiment, where is in the wandering, think about it should also be released.

　　Afterword: everything is not to be sought, stay in the past for the rest of your life