Years Kong-style

My hometown is like a gas station. When I am physically and mentally exhausted, I always want to stop and rely on it to save the power to travel again. My hometown is like a bosom friend whom I haven’t met for a long time. When I am full of joy, I always want to look forward to a reunion and harvest the multiplication of happiness. However, the spring of the year is this bridge. Travellers who live outside cross the bridge, sniffing the old News of the country, listening to the old voice of the country, and looking at the old friends in the country, saving their energy full, it is enough for me to cope with the new work in the coming year. The happy gathering is always short. No matter how long the spring is, there will also be a closing time. Facing the approaching vacation, even though there are thousands of reluctant parties, they also start to plan the time to leave the nest. Because I know that I can’t be strong enough to stand on my own because I don’t experience the wind and rain outside and only know the warmth in the nest. Although the warmth in the nest can resist the wind and cold outside, wings without rain and snow will fold between the flight. Before leaving the nest, my mother always prepared all kinds of hometown specialties and had her own ideas. No matter whether this kind of product is suitable, necessary or convenient, as long as possible, I wish I could put the whole family into my child’s traveling bag. Before going out, I would carefully pick up the items, take care of them, and put them beside the door in order. Every time I bring enough special products from my hometown, because I know that when I leave the door, these are the tastes of my hometown, which can make the taste and feeling of home accompany me for a longer time. Every time my mother would help me to pick it up carefully, and put the items I took out in order and put them in other corners quietly while I didn’t pay attention to them. And every time I met this time, I would consider that I didn’t see them, it is full of luggage, but carrying family affection. My mother told me that if I went out of the door, don’t look back. Children can’t fall in love with family. Children who fall in love with family can’t walk far and have no ambition. Therefore, every trip, the luggage will be checked again and again without any omission. When going out, my father would even light a string of long whips behind the car to welcome his hometown with red scraps all over the ground, and send off strangers with red scraps all over the ground. It seemed that only this tradition could be used, in order to express the unwillingness of becoming a monk to his children. However, even if you are so careful, you will still travel for a short time every time, and find that you have less important or unimportant items, which is not deliberate, but I would wear one or two pieces less and follow my mother’s precepts, but I never dared to look back. And I prefer to regard this forgotten object as a mark and a memory of my hometown, which leads me to return home next year. If you are destined to be a wandering person, you will certainly look into the distance, and your homeland will become a mark, which cannot fetter that wandering heart. Although you are full of concern, there will always be difficult steps to leave the nest, but once you leave, what will be left to your hometown will only be the tough back. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city

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