Composition "Hometown Dreams Never Stop"

I seldom write words about my hometown. I'm afraid to touch the string of feelings and stir the heart music that is hard to calm down. I'm afraid that the pale words in my pen can't accurately express my inner feelings, and I'm even more afraid that the pale words in my pen can't bear the heavy feelings.

Time is merciless, it makes yesterday vague and hazy, it dyes black hair into white hair; Time is affectionate, it won't forget everything, it turns the beauty of life into eternal memories, and when we look back, we will suddenly feel that everything we once had was so beautiful.

I remember a lyric: "I miss you wherever I go." This is how I feel about my hometown after living outside for more than 2 years.

I have lived in a small town in Shaanxi with no name on the map for ten years. Although it is so poor and backward, it is deeply rooted in my heart. Although I was born and lived in Karamay, Xinjiang for ten years before, and then I worked and lived in Tianjin for twenty-five years, I can't compare with my attachment to the town, because my hometown has something to love, and what I love is only in my hometown.

I often miss the river in front of the school, and how many times we played in its arms; I also miss the hill opposite the school, where I caught butterflies, dragonflies and sang loudly during the break of labor class ... < P > I miss my teachers and my classmates; I miss the tears when we hugged each other and burst into tears because of the death of the chairman, and I miss the laughter and laughter when our waist drum team marched in the streets overnight after the smashing of the Gang of Four. There are joys and sorrows, tears and laughter, all of which seem to have happened yesterday ...

I miss my 16-year-old flower season, I miss my 17-year-old dream and poetry, and I miss my 18-year-old, who is the most wonderful thing in life, who wants to love and dare not love ... all these wonderful things are left in this town.

I've always had a wish to go back again, take the road I went to school 29 years ago, and have a look at the sunshine in the fog that passed through the green leaves. I sniffed the breath I once missed, listened to some warm voices and those familiar eyes along the way ...

Human memory is so strange, many vigorous events have not left a memory, but many trivial things are unforgettable, often very ordinary. A very simple sentence and a very ordinary love have opened our hearts and left a deep impression. They are always closely linked with my joy and pain, reminding me to chew carefully, reminisce and recall ... It is this impression that links up the real life.

Just when I started surfing the Internet and needed a name to start my own space, han cun suddenly jumped into my mind. In the long river of life, ten years is only a moment, but it has already settled in the depths of my subconscious and melted into my blood. I didn't hesitate to name it "han cun Iraqis".

Although it's rustic, it's beautiful in my heart. I use this way to pin my yearning for my hometown ...

It's a nostalgia that can't be bypassed all my life.