A person's home

Come so DuoNian, or back to this place, and the name of the place of his hometown. Is such a common near the forgotten place for many people, that is so smitten a simple words let how much in tears. Now, I am back, a full face of long mustaches to stood in front of her, the excited like a child do the wrong thing, the more cheerily nestled in her side, delight, to tears.

Please accept my hometown, the tears children!

Over and over again to see this see that, again, feel the desire language choking the sweet taste, long sought capture far past. Smoke Gently open the window, time and the flow of happiness.

Home is the picture. Never a picture can then be both never a picture about life, can let the heart hometown is gathering, ink, vaguely looks. Remember in primary school class, the teacher let us draw his home town. We two by two young hand, in this seriously to depict the painting on the beautiful hometown. A castle peak, a bridge, a wisp of smoke, a small river, an old tree, and the blooming flowers, they form a lovely, beautiful homeland. The series line despite not beautiful picture, color also not bright-coloured, the image is not very clear, but in the child's heart, nothing more beautiful than home!!!!! Because home gave us too much tong qu, happy and happy. And though the pictures very rough is very simple, but is it a, is our lovely idealds hometown.

The beauty of hometown plain, simple, pure and fresh, without carve. This painting is deeply engraved in the heart of everyone, enjoy life.

Home is the song. From babble to now, we all did not stop singing, an accent, not to the countryside remains. In memory of the deepest, home is always affectionate, slow, and, and, and, and the joy of the jingmei, high. When early spring when the wicker dancing with wind, be suffused with green branches of poplar trees, the partners at a monkey like, up the tree, and fold down the casual, "and" (dialect, do Mimi LiuDi plug-fuse tender skin, branches, drew the smooth and delicate woodiness part, and the remaining tubular bark tube ends, one end to dig out cut neat green skin, into flat contain in the mouth to blow, can.) Blow, the country suddenly rang out around a small horn, small sights of the zurna popping sound, the whole village ringing the joyful thick tong qu. The older children, literally pinch a leaf, labeled as lips can blow out a piece of nursery rhymes, provoked one-inch crews scenario-in envy.

The setting sun, is the home of the one song golden ZhuangGe, jin silk of rosy clouds multicolored in my hometown afternoon each note, cattle and sheep, vegetation broken wall short house, zhanqiao pier is static creek song. Whenever this time, golden valley BianSheng blast, the flock surrounding him up a ladder and a bank. Farming people with hoes on their shoulders, also leave of the fields and step, the horizon, 223, with three home a lovely bull takes silence followed after, comfortable and sweet. Crazy a day of the partners on the inside, hold silently staring at the feet of rope tied to know, to know shouted a day also tired; I and several partners sitting beside the ark, kang two three over the blow to the moonlit them again and again the teacher just teach new song, bag and books are full of kang. The flute, wave shan, with full of the brook croak, simple and quiet worm language, comfortable and sweet.

Ah, the tempting willow, melodious sound to the outpost, intoxicating croak, happy buddy, "is the home of the same songs, songs, in the heart of my tears flowing cheerful. "The song of the home is a pipe, and always in the qingyuan with the moon night ring." This growth in the evening, I would nostalgia estrogen sing.

Hometown is wine. DuoNian shook the north bleaching life so that their much a mature and self-confident, much a strong and independent. Although the busy, mechanical day that I almost numb to the old day by day, and though the city the sky was filled with too many helpless and hard, but I have forgotten exhaustion and tired, fulfilling the stream of life in advance. Drifting in the day of alcohol, learn to drink, but not much though often drunk, drunk in their homes, but always in the heart and the dream of home, wake up the tears dye wet long night, really "hometown where is, forget unless drunk". From now on, I will have a lot of intoxicate, see the day so desperately hometown.

"Elegy when tears, can be seen can return". Whenever the early hours of the morning sun in urban night the Orient, I will climb to the top, looking far, think of my hometown is the same as they are now also the morning sunshine? The market is also home to the noisy and busy day? Looking at the distance, in surprise and dismay I eyeful of tears. Go in the boundless huge, watch people walk steps in a hurry, I will be used to stop to find hope, look at the past the crowd will have the XiangRen shadow, can you to get home news? Because I know that, "gentleman from deep hometown to, should know home". However, I again is how again, again afraid "near the countryside timid, afraid to ask more to". Although this confusion, but I still find hope in eager. "Spring is year after year, foreign HuangYingKe song that sad du. The more by sunset on silk, heartbroken YanLiu trace." Nostalgia's how 1 vigorously)?

City of the prosperity of bewilderment of my eyes, I can't find it, but in his hometown in. Even if you in a specific city happy life, but in the heart in, there is always a intangible things traction to you, a head, a head over there in the home and to bolt in the bottom of my heart, solid a pull is pain. Especially the absence of people, also especially hometown in the dead of night of time, this glass of wine is more home sweet home, the image is more clear, excellent don't want to wake up, clear that people love dearly. "From ChunCao, more do hate is farther still living." Because this is even go to the end of the solution don't open countryside affection and homesickness, just let the drift to comfort, let us wandering heart no longer lonely.

Miss ah, let all travelers and go lag heart!!!!!

Hometown ah, let me get drunk!!!!!

Hometown is niang. There is a place where people are called niang, only a place that I can crawl to bow down, tears, that's hometown. Born and bred, poverty, and pain which depend of trouble, and I grew up and raise I feed the adult, hometown gave me life and love the grace of benefit greatly from, she and her mother the same pro.

Reminding that year that month is a day that, when kind mother bent figures in the days before dawn, body before for my bags bulging ready, with tears in her eyes I know she has the night without sleep, although eyeful tired, but still said that some words, hand and foot busy, fear what behind. "The loving mother's hand, Chinese clothing line on MiMi seam, meaning. While slowly. Who could be grass-inch heart, reported in the apartments." Ignorant eyes astringent I in the snow in the afternoon, stepping on the ice, on the north to slag train, the native and mother in the wind of the lost in the snow.

GuTuNanLi, like pull a root. In that part, although spring has come, but I and my soul is frozen. That year my silence all winter at the township. Want to mother, and created is tear; every Home to read, every drop is feeling. Often read, often warm, and often injury. Hometown: niang, how can you have the heart to cast me in a call miss boat?

"Dew from white, on home tonight is bright". In the crescent such as hook night, when I first call her, mother cried, and said, the child, want to come back home. Warm warm native regional accents, choked words, sniffles, thoughts, ErHangQianLi mother worries, from a mother more sorrow son!!!!! My thoughts again calculate what, can you let mother cry? Mother don't cry, I all is well, and will take care of yourself, you also it well.

Since then, I have no home, no more about a phone call, no sky, just send text messages for peace, greeting, in order to don't mother cry, make mother's mind. Leave home and the mother I experienced the wind and rain, has been slowly grow up, 'from a concise young to grow into a tree strong self-reliance of poplars. Want to home, looked over at day, see month, there is the home town and mother love appearance; Want to home, they sweat profusely, hard work, and the tears of homesickness, into the sweet into power QingGongJiu, brilliant trophy, hold to the home town and mother.

"If melt too 0.1 trillion scattered to peak body, head at home." Hometown ah, mother!!!!! You know, even if again bright beautiful, round, then can look at, enough as to wear, hope?

Hometown is root. Never to have from his home in the mud, also drawn was never all that familiar with [the countryside an accent. Because, home is a root, and we went far, root will extend far. Sweet not sweet home, kiss not close water GuXiangRen, wherever they are, home is always my spiritual home, spiritual home.

"Once the bird LianJiu Lin, ChiYu think; therefore, abyss". Since the leash in his hometown, the head start life journey, sunset, the lower, in the distant country, life has started withering, including my spirit and body. But home ah, you are tightly tied with the head of our life and the head, like roots, and leaves, because the spirit to lush, and are grateful repay, life and death from the points.

Unconsciously, the autumn leaves, and yellow, as deep, cold mountain, hair, it cures exhausted. In decades, life to the body, not thinking, setting to home. Today, and I can take place, and has stood in his hometown, a man's home, a stray out of home, listen to and leaves rustle, huan caught the tears.

And as hometown vicissitudes of I looked at the still of the courtyard, still, still of the low chute and stone, still of our old house warm time. Fortunately these have not changed, so quiet, so quietly elegant, so leisurely and comfortable. The only change is as I am filled with long mustaches are the grass bouquet, drifts growing strong, help me with our old house and those who lost the wonderful time. Look at the vegetation clearing surrounded, I just knew, from the days of walking in my hometown, and I had the same loneliness, the same thoughts, as well as full of sky. Moved, I rolled up their sleeves, will house the grass behind one pulling our old house, fine tendril and coruscate gives the youth, and return to the former appearance. In vain and I feel, but also more like our own child, carry him into the trip to the barbershop, and this DuoNian, I again abandoned long, so that as I rustling vegetation?

The two children, two good partner, this day will no longer stray.

Come so, still want to return to DuoNian this place, and the name of the place of his hometown. Because the tree feet high, and will in the leaves. Even if not make it, full of tears eyes will eagerly to the direction of the home, a paper light candles to ashes, also can be unreal float to dream entangles the hometown. Now, I a person back, as I a person to leave. The prosperous world, profusion years after all didn't keep me, those who belong to or not to belong to my coils. Only home, only just can know interpretation, hometown of the loneliness and I miss, joy and sorrow.

In the open full of wild flowers, buried hill relatives place, full of trees, birds down close serene.

A person's home, I want to read.