The Way Home (Essay)

2022-04-28 0 By

Perhaps it is some kind of induction in the mianmianzhong, middle school times, I was infatuated with the ancients those desolate and beautiful rural grievances poetry “three thousand li, lonely sail forty”, “known spring road close, to other hometown difficult”, “home in the dream when, spring to the river several people also?”…In the rustling cold wind in the imagination, the sad mood is full of from people to arrive forever the hometown that haunts one’s dreams, and the hometown always floats in the eyes of the wanderer.18 that winter wear new uniforms in great shock the whole world to leave home, I even the battle sword in a few minutes of his military ambitions, in the boot of hundreds of departing from crying, I am smiling go far a few – though before that, I have never been home town that half step.The noise away when seeing people, the vehicles of the pick up wind gallop, a wide cement road, the more the farther, inadvertently see roadside carries a piece of writing “away from suzhou, I wish you a pleasant journey” sign, my heart suddenly hitched then rang, whole person just like floating in space, no landing, without relying on!A kind of inexplicable panic and nothingness, such as the overwhelming tide, broke through the air and instantly immersed in every pore of my sharp contraction.At that moment, my life left two unforgettable words: “hometown”!From then on, the way home, like a winding river bed in memory, always in my mind float, float, float…Next came the vertigo towards the Tibetan Plateau in the midst of a great shock.I really couldn’t believe that there were such majestic mountains, roaring rivers and wildflower grasslands so far away from the small county seat of my hometown.I was completely conquered by the mountains and rivers all the way!Looking at the sichuan-Tibet highway behind me, which is known as the “strange road in the west”, I suddenly miss my hometown and my small village with beautiful mountains and rivers.Looking back wistfully, I have lost something.I don’t know how far it is to return to my hometown in the future.The army is a place where men really grow up.When the snow area wind and frost together with the boundless loneliness wash away my childism of a military uniform, that sentimental recruit also become occasionally just smoke in the wind stuffy old soldier: “have no what, all so come over.”Just to the side of the recruits lightly say this sentence, incredibly can’t help but take some of the vicissitudes of youth.But only I know how many times the old man in uniform quietly shed tears when sitting alone on the high wall of the camp in the setting sun, gazing into the distance at the only road to his hometown…No matter how hard I used all my imagination, I could not remember my hometown.Just as my thoughts, even though they fly across the mountains and rivers, can not surpass the long road home.Three years later, in the streets of Chengdu, a girl with a sheep’s tail pointed to a group of soldiers with a red face and asked curiously: “Where are these uncles going?””Uncle has come from Africa, far away, and they are going to see mother!”Many turn their backs on red eyes.I am one of them.The local accent has not changed, but the hometown in the heart of the wanderer is still strange.In fact, the hometown is very much like the airport of life: she sends you to the sky with enthusiasm, and always looks forward to your safe return.If one day you return home in honor, then this day is the hometown festival;If one day you have nothing, come back to your hometown — it has the most selfless comfort of your life.Happy is the man who has his hometown, no matter how long it takes to get home…