The composition is far from home.

This long summer vacation, I drifted in the Three Gorges of Chongqing on the 5th, standing at the bow, only feeling that the river wind was blowing head-on. The river is vast, the water surface is rising, the low hills are almost isolated from the world, and the mountains are no longer dangerous. I, immersed in this vast area, feel the expansion of my vision and let the cleanest air of nature baptize my soul. However, deep down, an overwhelming tide made me restless for a long time. ...

Just because of the tour guide's words, with the development of the Three Gorges Dam, the river surface of the Three Gorges gradually rises. In order to reach the height of 1.75 meters, 10,000 mu of farmland turned into foam in the water, leaving only horribly white branches and leaves in the green forest. How many mountains and bridges will be blown up? How many villages and counties will become underwater worlds? But these are not the point, because these are never comparable to the tears of homeless people and homesickness. ...

Millions of immigrants, I believe everyone has heard of these five words, but how many people know that this short period of several years is a touching eulogy! An old lady who was over eighty suddenly stopped when she left her hometown, then suddenly turned around, then suddenly knelt down and knocked her head heavily. These unexpected actions made everyone present red-eyed, and everything around her suddenly became quiet, as if the air could not bear to break this solemnity. After a long time, people hurriedly lifted the old man up, leaving a small piece of shade on the ground. Is it too deep and heavy? Or do you want to leave a small part of your soul and protect your hometown forever?

The tour guide witnessed this scene with her own eyes, because she is one of millions of immigrants. She cried all the time when she told us about all kinds of immigrants. She's back, she's back as a tour guide, and she wants to stay in Wushan, an old county town that gave birth to her, raised her and raised her. Although it is gone now, she wants more distant tourists to remember this historical land, the uniqueness of this mysterious coffin and the precipitousness of this plank road. I believe that only when the dam is completed and all the deposited memories are in this city will she leave this area.

I don't know why, when I set foot on this land of conflict in Chongqing, my nose is always sour. The ever-changing motherland is galloping on the road of progress. When we build a proud milestone, we look back and see how many Chinese people and their personal interests are paving the way for our glory. Yes! The motherland is progressing too fast. What does this seemingly solid land, this seemingly unhurried mountain look like after many years?

There is no one who doesn't miss his hometown, which is exactly what he said:

Why are there tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land deeply.