Hometown

The confession of a small citizen on the first day of missing Chengdu.
Maugham wrote a sentence to his hometown. "I think some people are born somewhere, and they can not be heard. Chance throws them into an environment, and they miss a place where they don't know where they are. Sometimes a person accidentally comes to a place and feels mysteriously that this is where he lives and the home he has been looking for. So he settled down in these sights he had never lived in, in people he had never met, as if he had known everything here since he was a child. He finally found peace here. "

This non-consensual homeland is the same as the place where most of us grew up. It is the place where our souls rest. Her hometown has her unique charm in everyone's heart.
To me, that's Chengdu.

There's no special reason. One fifth of my life is here, and all those simple good memories are here. My loved ones live here, bathed in her sunshine every day, they love playing mahjong, love running all over the mountains and rivers; I grew up breathing her air, with her unique lazy and idle chronic, I hold a bold and funny Sichuan dialect, that tune even Beijing with a child's allusion to the Beijing flavor can not twist. (Laughter, this point my college students should have a deep understanding of), I have food'geographical superiority', especially can not stand the hot pot with sesame sauce, Sichuan cuisine in my heart than anything delicious.

They all have ideals. Any swan will want to explore the boundless sky. There are so many people who leave their hometown. High school students are scattered in many places. I am glad that one of my best friends and I arrived in Beijing together. I am also glad that a group of high school friends have been "exiled" in Beijing together, so that I have old people to speak Sichuan dialect together. We each have our own journey, for the future, for our ideals. Diao Diao's vacation in the internship has been refined; Er Tian learns his favorite architecture, paints and designs (there should be an artist's image); Uncle Zhang / Brother Zhang in his school harvested a large number of fans, but also sat in a laboratory, claiming to be a real tightfooted dish (in fact, he has become) For a myth; Yuanyuan preparing for the IELTS exam, people are still gentle and gentle my Yuanyuan, has been working very hard to become better, but also continue to write songs to chase her moon; painting next semester is relatively leisurely, so she chose to take the Peking University double degree (this leisure or can); Kodak is not She said she worked hard to build a new socialist China (applause here).
In fact, they all have ideals. They are all forgotten.

We all chase our moon in our own way. Every little friend who left home probably felt a little more than those who stayed in Sichuan surrounded by delicious food. At this time, the hometown was thousands of miles away from us, not familiar with the language, not familiar with the taste, not familiar with the people. Homesickness sometimes appears on lonely nights, when you just leave, when you hear familiar accents, when you see familiar old friends, when you miss them.

But people, are growing up, I remember I just came to school from freshman year, I was alone in bed at night crying silently for a week. Not long ago, my mother also joked me, last year sent you to Beijing, at the school gate we have to go, you said a bye-bye immediately left, walk fast, head also did not return to the kind, and later learned that you are hiding back to the dormitory to wipe tears.

This February, I left Chengdu again, the difference is that I and my good friend Diao Diao, left without sadness, sat on the high-speed railway for nearly a day, to Beijing suddenly a vague sadness will drown me, I think of the people in the distance, without me, without them, our days are still passing, we are still moving forward. It is.
At that time, I thought, leaving, in order to better return.

At this time, just left, even with a little bit of complicated joy, but also think of his father Ge You lying on the sofa playing mobile phone while playing TV, and remember my mother got up at six o'clock to wake me up and tell us to talk.

I: "you are still not my father!" Do you still love me? "

My dad answered me in a loud voice than me: "no! Don't love it! It's very annoying. " Face me.

I said, "Oh, anyway, I'll be leaving soon. You can't see me either."

My mother: "I get angry when I think of you!"

I: "then you forget me."

My mother: "OK. Then don't ask me for money. Two face hate me.
I recalled that the plane was late in the winter vacation and it was already three o'clock in the morning when I came back. My father took me home without asking my mother to get up. When I got home, my mother looked dimly asleep and saw a man standing beside the bed. She jumped up from the bed and hugged me. Why didn't your father call me? " Then I ate hot pot for second days. My dad was very happy to drink, and drank two hemp and two hemp.

I believe that basically every student in Chengdu comes home, the first meal, not the first meal is the second meal is the third meal, will eat hot pot. Think carefully, should not just simply miss the authentic flavor of no hemp sauce, in Chengdu, in the hot pot shop, and family together, that is called home ah, that is where I left a long time, ah, that is, I miss a long time people and things ah, I left my heart here.

Everyone has his hometown in his heart, so that we do not have to float in the world like duckweeds, so that we can walk steadily in prosperity. On a lonely night, I feel comforted to think of my relatives in my hometown and friends I met at that time. Sometimes, when I heard the Sichuan dialect of Dama Jindao, I would secretly laugh at the familiar tune behind the man.

On the first day of leaving Chengdu, I miss Chengdu's first day.

We have a bright moon.

Encourage each other.