Pass Through Time

When I was a child, I complained about my family's poverty. I envied other people's children's umbrellas! The teacher's verbal violence and the villagers' blank stares were the motivation for me to fly out of the village! There are so many chores in the village that the father is helpless without his son! During the busy days of farming, I also have warm memories with my parents! In those seemingly calm days, in fact, things were going crazy; those vulgar words concealed our parents' deep concern for us! The depth of love is profound, and every step we take is actually checked by our parents. "Raising a child for a hundred years will worry you for ninety-nine!" Perhaps only when we raise children ourselves can we appreciate the efforts of our parents and the contributions they have made to us. They have rubbed their youth and time into the years! Thirty years have passed in a flash. Time has put makeup on them, but they have forgotten to apply powder. The ruts of time have left uneven ruts on their faces! The two "big light bulbs" on his face no longer shine. Their hometown is the paradise of their dreams. No matter how many bad pasts are left here, noisy and noisy, it is the destination of their dreams! Looking back on the way back, childhood memories burst out. I was born here, grew up here, and my thoughts are still here! The sticky rice in the village and the five poor drums during the Chinese New Year are all what I yearn for! The uncles in the village watched me grow up, and the teachers in the village encouraged me to always move forward in the most brutal way! My parents have dedicated their lives to us. I will write and record the days when they struggled for us in the simplest language, and show the deepest love they hide deep in their hearts to the sunshine! For parents, hometown is their hometown