Me and My Hometown

To me, my hometown is never a scenery I pass by in a hurry, but the original background of my life. When I was young, I always longed for distant places, thinking that there was a vast world outside, and I was eager to escape from this ordinary homeland. Later, after walking many roads and seeing thousands of fireworks, I gradually realized that my hometown is never far away. It is hidden in the evening breeze, in the light and shadow of the old house, and in the familiar world of vegetation and fireworks. The years pass silently, and personnel and affairs slowly change, but only the homeland remains gentle. I wander, look back, and miss. It turns out that no matter how far a person travels in his life, his roots are always rooted in his hometown. It accommodates all my confusion and fatigue, and witnesses my growth and return. All the travels in this life are ultimately to look back at my hometown and rest my mind.