People who have never left home will not miss home so much.

People who have never been abroad will not miss their country so much.

Those who have never traveled far away will not have so much nostalgia for their homeland.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed long ago, and the moon is no longer perfect. However, when I raised my head slightly and saw the hook-like bright yellow in the sky, the phrase "the moon is the brightness of my hometown" quietly emerged in my heart...

Never have I been so far from home. Now, I just discovered that130Many square meters of space are so important in my heart. I discovered that those figures are so vivid and profound in my memory and will never fade away; I discovered that I have such a deep attachment to that land; now, I finally understand,Ji XianlinThe emotions expressed by Mr. in his book "Ten Years in Germany".

I have always believed that my love for the land south of the Yangtze River stems from its own quietness and tranquility, just like my love for the heavy snow in Mobei, the endless yellow sand of the Gobi, and the mysterious desolation of the northwest. It wasn't until this moment that I realized how different the two were. My body is filled with the smell of mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River, and my blood is filled with the clear and shallow streams of the south of the Yangtze River. In other words, I belong to that land.

Hometown is where home is, and the concept of hometown is actually vague to me. That one is located in the eastern part of Zhejiang Province, on the south bank of the Yangtze River Delta, east of the international port city40Kilometers, west of Hangzhou120km, a small county-level city bordered by Hangzhou Bay to the north and Siming Mountain to the south, is this "hometown"? Maybe, yes, maybe, no. Hometown, an abstract concept, does not necessarily mean a specific city. It may just be something that is enough to make a certain piece of land your hometown.

I really like the plot in a poem: the young boatman girl speaks Wu Nong's soft language and whispers, "Where do you live? I live in Hengtang. I stopped the boat for a while and asked, maybe I am from the same hometown"... A touch of nostalgia permeates the space, which is a sweet and warm taste.

"The strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, the powerful warriors are returning home, and the warriors are guarding the four directions!" This is Liu Bang's wild song in his hometown. Perhaps only people who return to their hometown can be so wild and wanton. That is a place where we can feel at ease, that is a place where we can trust, that is a place that can tolerate us all, that is our hometown.

When a wanderer returns to his hometown one day, he can truly feel the breath of his hometown, the blood of his hometown, and the presence of his hometown.

Having never been far away, the homesickness mentioned in books seems a bit empty. Just like the saying "Young people don't know the feeling of sadness, they fall in love with the upper floors, they fall in love with the upper floors, and they forcefully talk about sadness in order to write new words." When we were young, we often wrote some words about homesickness in our compositions. Now that we think about it, we smile.

Suddenly I remembered Li Houzhu's "Speechless alone on the west tower, the moon is like a hook, the lonely sycamore courtyard locks the autumn". In such a late night, homesickness, national hatred, helplessness, sadness...all kinds of emotions came one after another, but they were imprisoned in this sycamore courtyard with nowhere to vent. The strongest thing in his mind is probably homesickness. Even if the national hatred is deep, I think it can't be worth the call of relatives and friends in my hometown.

In ancient times, there was a saying that "a fox must be deadheaded when it dies." If this is true for animals, let alone us?

“Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and miss your hometown.” With an inexplicable affection for my hometown, I stood under the moonlight and raised my head, as if I was surrounded by my father, mother, brothers and sisters...all my relatives and friends. We look at the same crescent moon, the same sky above our heads, we are on the same earth, and our hearts will break through the barriers of time and space and connect with each other.

The moonlight is sultry, and the night in Beijing is cold and silent.