Nostalgia is a heavy love. The wanderers who leave their homeland silently collect love in their hearts. Struggling in a foreign country, my heart is very lonely, facing the reinforced concrete of the city, facing those who can never speak with it, my heart is full of melancholy. In loneliness, facing the moonlight of the lotus pond, I think of the curling smoke of my hometown, my parents with wrinkled faces, the clear river of my hometown, my childhood playmates, and the sweet and sour ripples in my heart.
Nostalgia is a deep love. Think of a poem by Yu Guangzhong: When I was a child // nostalgia was a small stamp // I was here // Mother was there // When I grew up // Nostalgia was a narrow ticket. I was here // Bride was there // / Later // Nostalgia was a short grave // I was outside // Mother was inside // / Now // / Nostalgia Nostalgia is a shallow strait // / / I am here / / / / / Homesickness, carrying the wanderer how much concern, how many entangled emotions, how much strong love, how much hope through autumn.
Concern for mother is the strongest love in nostalgia. Think of my mother's long black hair when she was young, with the familiar fragrance of wanderers floating in it. As a child, wanderers often snuggled in their mother's arms and listened to her mother's stories about river gods. For the traveler, the mother is the river, with clear eyes, abundant milk, long love for their own thin water. Mother's love is like water, he is like grass beside the river. From childhood to adulthood, the mother river constantly moistened him and accompanied him to grow up.
Concern for father is the deepest love in nostalgia. Father, often do not laugh. In the eyes of travelers, the most often seen is the back of his father Weian. Father's back is as tall and straight as a mountain. When I was young, I often lay on my father's back and felt the warmth on his back. Father's love is like a mountain. He silently guards his mother, the wanderer and the warm home. Father's back, forever engraved in the heart of the wanderer, no matter how years erode his memory, that familiar back will always be engraved on his heart.
The concern for grandpa is the kindest love in nostalgia. In addition to their parents, grandpa is the relative who occupies the memory of the wanderer. Grandpa's hair was white, wrinkles were piled up on his forehead, and he always smoked hookah. When smoking, he made a noise of "bar-click" and "bar-click". Grandpa often fishes by the river. The wanderer always sits beside Grandpa and watches Grandpa concentrate on waiting for the fish to catch. The happiest thing is that Grandpa catches a big basket of fish, which is the most abundant dinner for travelers.
Concern for grandma is the tenderest love in nostalgia. Grandma has neat and soft white hair, full of heaven, gentle and kind. Grandma is good at weaving cloth and taking shoes. Grandma's clothes are the most suitable clothes in the world. Grandma's shoes are the strongest shoes in the world. Wanderers have a special feeling for Grandma. Grandma's most painful person is him. Grandma's smile, like the sun in the sky, is always so brilliant. Grandma's laughter melts in the heart of a wanderer. Whenever he is unhappy, Grandma's laughter is his Band-Aid.
Care for his wife is the softest love in nostalgia. The wife is gentle as water, gentle and virtuous. The wife's smile is the warmest and most beautiful smile in the world. My wife has big talking eyes and fair skin. Her smile blossoms like a flower in the heart of a wanderer. Wife's voice is sweet and moving. Wanderers like to listen to her singing best. Wife cooks a good dish. Wanderers like to eat her cold noodles and Mapo tofu best. When I came to this city, when I was lonely, my wife's voice and smile always appeared in his mind.
Concern for her daughter is the kindest love in nostalgia. My daughter looks like a red apple. She blushes and talks milkly. Whenever a traveler returns home, his lovely daughter is always the first one to greet him. Although her daughter is young, she is very considerate and sensible. Whenever a traveler returns home, she will prepare a shaving knife for him, carry a cup of warm water, put hot water in a basin, wash his feet, and eat with the best dishes for him. The cuteness and cleverness of her daughter is the greatest comfort for the migrant workers.
Concern for homeland is the most difficult love to give up in nostalgia. The rivers in the mountains are so rich and clear. When I was young, travelers often swim in the rivers and play in them; the springs in the mountains and rivers are so sweet and delicious; the spring in the mountains is so vigorous and so purple and red; the summer in the mountains is sunny and the flowers are fragrant with birds; the autumn in the mountains is a harvest season; the winter in the mountains is full of snow and snow. But that cold plum plant, let the wandering son heart is full of hope for the next year.
Nostalgia is an unspeakable love, a complex emotion, and a strong yearning and attachment to the native land and relatives. For the sake of a family's livelihood, a traveler who is far away from home has to go into a city he is not familiar with, where he works hard and suffers from longing. Perhaps, he did not have ambition to do a magnificent career in other places; perhaps, he did not plan to camp in this city. Because in his heart, to go home and reunite with his parents, wives 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 a light fragrant jasmine, carrying tender maternal love; it is a golden sunflower, promising heavy paternal love; it is a morning glory in the rain, carrying the silent waiting of the next generation of relatives; it is a lotus after the rain, carrying the affectionate concern for his wife; it is a tulip under the sun, carrying the strong love for his daughter. Missing; it is a wild chrysanthemum in spring, although ordinary, but it carries the traveler's deep yearning for his native land.