Prose that is difficult to leave hometown and homesickness.

When I mention my hometown, it always reminds me of the song "Going Home" written by Du Fu: "When a teenager leaves home, an old friend returns, and the local accent has not changed." When I was young, I left my hometown to go far away, and then I came back with gray temples. But even after a long walk, the local accent has not changed. That kind of attachment and deep-rooted feelings for my hometown are beyond words. Between the lines, it is touching and moving.

For me, I have never left my hometown, living in this city that I can't live without, working hard, struggling, persisting and achieving myself. So, perhaps, I admire and wish those wanderers who have left their homeland for a long time to work hard in the outside world. However, I think the most important thing in their hearts and dreams may be their deep affection and yearning for their hometown.

Many years ago, I had a short experience of leaving home. Suffering and loneliness are fresh in my memory and unforgettable. At that time, I was still young, just for a wandering dream, I embarked on a distant road. My mother sent me to the alley and refused to leave. My father sent me to the platform, urging, urging, urging. I have been silent, but my heart is as heavy as iron. When I finally left home, just after the car started, my tears welled up, without disguise and strength. I'm even afraid to leave, afraid of distance. When my mood finally settled down, I had set foot on another land and saw another kind of scenery.

Friends from afar get together, and the song "Clouds in Hometown" rings in the car. ChristianRandPhillips's voice, full of feelings and homesickness, came leisurely, like a sword stabbing the most painful heart. Although everything in my hometown has gone away, my deep-rooted imprint and deepest thoughts have never changed. However, I learned to be strong and self-sustaining, and learned to cherish and grasp. Learned perseverance and courage, but also experienced pain and struggle. But in my heart, what has been lingering is the direction of my hometown. Just because I know my hometown, I will go home eventually; My hometown will always be my home.

Walking in a foreign land is always hard, full of trauma and fatigue. At that time, I was always with my friends and took care of them. Because they are all girls, they can talk together when they are weak and cry together when they are troubled. However, it is still difficult to give up my hometown, and I always have that grief and attachment in my heart. Hometown is a distant but unwilling beauty in my mind and a strong and persistent support in my heart. Wherever I go, my hometown is the brightest moonlight and the brightest star. Let's sing to the wine and tell the moon when we wake up at night. Missing is a dense net. Attachment to home and missing hometown are the most solid knots in the net. You can't walk out or see them. Always winding, always following. For a long time, day after day.

When I finally completed a mission in my life, when I finally stopped clinging to that ethereal dream, that dream was already the pain of my previous life, which left me riddled with holes and no reason for attachment. At that time, although I was young, I was very practical. I packed my bags and returned in that colorful season. When I finally set foot on the road to return home, when I finally unloaded my fatigue and stopped pretending to be strong, my heart was like a flying cloud, leaving a song in the sky of my hometown.

When I finally set foot on my native land, the sky was so blue, the people were so beautiful, the scenery was so beautiful and my heart was so quiet. Left for a long time, as if strange, but so kind. Seeing those relatives and former friends again, I will know that I will never leave in my life. In this life, I will always be here waiting for my old age.

Since then, I have been looking for my true self and living seriously in my hometown world, just because I have a beautiful sunny heart, a charming scenery, a joy and love, a hope and warmth.

Located in the northern frontier, there may be no bluestone alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, no magnificent sea and sky, no ancient and classic urban heritage, no bustling palaces that shocked the world, and no bustling crowds. But there are ice and snow, lakes, wetlands and forest graves. There is a vast and magnificent Northland Emerald Xingkai Lake; There are great wetlands precious to human beings; The Wusuli River, which is deep and flowing rapidly; There is the only World War II site in the world, and there is the Hutou underground military fortress known as the "Oriental maginot line"; There is a world-famous treasure island, where the Sino-Soviet self-defense counterattack took place; There are the frontier peaks where the motherland first saw the sunrise; There is the Hutou Guandi Temple, the "First Temple in the East" that has experienced vicissitudes for a hundred years. There is a thousand acres of wild lotus crescent lake with "the first scenery in the East": the peaks are magnificent and the scenery is beautiful; There are forest parks, calligraphy and art galleries and other tourist attractions in the Great Northern Wilderness, which integrate natural landscape and human landscape. There are simple people, beautiful scenery, familiar relatives and friends, and their own world. There are apricot blossoms in spring, flowers in summer, leaves in autumn and snow in winter. Everything is so real and beautiful.

The scenery in a foreign land and the sea in a foreign land remain in the memory of the past, which can be brilliant and brilliant, but it also gives me too many answers and gains. I rooted that dream in my true self, faced the storm calmly and smiled naturally. Although there are still hardships and hardships, my heart is as gentle and dignified as the dust settles. I know that from the moment I set foot in my hometown, I will live up to my youth and the affection of my hometown. My response is my sincerity, my dedication and my firmness.

Now, years are like songs, and years are like water. I am no longer ignorant and young. I can praise the beauty of the outside world, but my heart is still tied to my hometown or home, or this northern town that gives me life, growth, maturity and happiness.

For me, my hometown is always difficult to leave, and my hometown is always difficult to give up. Maybe I won't be that vigorous figure, and I won't make outstanding achievements in the world. But I always have light and heat. Although I am very young, I still have my strength. I am not a diamond, I am just a grain of sand, but I will bury myself in my hometown and pave a road. I'm not a big tree, I'm just a grass, but I also want to take root and sprout in this land in my hometown and offer a shade. I am as small as the wind and as humble as dust. I am still a wisp of wind and dust in my hometown. Floating freely and dancing lightly under the sky of my hometown.

Everyone has endless feelings for their hometown. Whether you are far away from your hometown or not, whether you stick to your hometown or not, you may have love and hate for your hometown. What kind of emotion actually comes from the scenery of hometown and people's feelings and reactions to themselves, and it is also a kind of profundity that life can't give up. I only hope that those wanderers in the world can fly high in the blessings of their hometown and sail far away. I also hope that people who can't leave their hometown like me can relax and sing all the way in the mountains and rivers of their hometown.