What is nostalgia?

When I was a child, I didn’t know what nostalgia was. When I grow up, I leave home and travel east, west, north and south, working hard for life and striving for dreams. When I feel tired, I will naturally reveal a trace of longing for home, a faint and lingering sadness, this is homesickness...

At first, my homesickness was just for my hometown in the countryside, thinking about the cats, dogs, pigs, cows, and chickens in the old house; thinking about the smoke curling up from the adobe green tiles; thinking about the big tree at the door, green with the coming of spring. The branches are full of green leaves, and the fragrance is overflowing, refreshing... As I grow older, my feelings of nostalgia become deeper and deeper, as deep as blue hair turning into white hair, and like the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes penetrating into the skin.

Nostalgia is the moon of my hometown. It is quiet and often lingers in my dreams, driving away the darkness of the night, the panic and desolation of the night. In my dreams, I am still the same innocent person who hunts butterflies and chases dragonflies in the fields. Romantic children...

I often miss my hometown. At that time, the wind in my hometown was warm and comfortable; the clouds in my hometown were white and flawless, drifting in the wind, and they were free; the paths in my hometown were winding and long and silent; my hometown The soil is fragrant, and the old cattle from my hometown are still plowing on the ridges of the fields. In the fields, my father and mother are still working, with strong bodies, black hair, and smiles as warm as the early spring sun...

At that time In the countryside, people live in harmony with nature, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Full of tranquility, simplicity, simplicity and poetic mood. Nostalgia is a kind of culture, with an indelible memory of local sounds and tastes.

Nostalgia is the lullaby that a mother hums softly when she pats her crying children in her arms; it is the soles made of needlework by a mother wearing reading glasses under a dim oil lamp; it is the clear lines on a mother’s forehead The wrinkles and the silvery white hair floating on the temples; it is the mother's expectation as she leans on crutches at the village entrance; it is the nagging mother who asks after her children come home; it is the mother's worries about her children who have traveled thousands of miles away.

Nostalgia is the kind kiss of a father when his beard slightly stings his children; it is the stern scolding in the eyes of a father who hopes his son will become a dragon and his daughter will become a phoenix; it is the sweat on the father's back when he wears straw sandals and walks through the winding and steep mountain road; It is my father's hard work in the field when the sun shines brightly with a hoe on his shoulder; it is my father's laughter when he reaps the joy; it is his father's silence when he endures grief; it is the leisurely and contented sound of his father lighting up his long pipe; it is his father's hard work Full of joy during the sumptuous New Year’s Eve dinner.

Nostalgia is the hide and seek in childhood haystacks and the nursery rhymes sung on the backs of cows; it is the playfulness of friends collecting firewood on the mountain and the timidity of secretly swimming in the river; it is the joy of stealing fruits and vegetables from neighbors. The silent cries when teachers and parents scolded them; the snail competition on the playground during recess and the flapping sounds of slingshots frightening flying birds after class; the swings floating with laughter and the rainbows in the sky painted with watercolor crayons. Cut off the constant nostalgia, the endless yearning and yearning!

The attachment to one’s homeland is the most common and eternal emotion of mankind. Wanderers, drifters, vagabonds, and immigrants who are far away from their hometown will all miss their hometown.

Everyone has a strong hometown complex in their hearts. Because hometown is the place where everyone’s life begins, where our closest people live and where our first memories are preserved; hometown is the place that gives us a sense of belonging, the source of our spirit, and our roots.