He strolled along the green river of his hometown, on the field with the smell of animal dung, and in a kind rural voice. He sprinkled homesickness tears on the threshold of the old house, and he sprinkled homesickness tears in his mother's arms. His hair was snowy, and his mind was still the memory of leaving home.
He said that there was the first cry of his life, and his cell clothes were buried under the crooked grass; he said that this was the old house where he lived for three generations, growing his lush childhood; he said that he liked to hear his grandmother sing the old songs, and the songs of his grandmother played the magic story; he said that his grandfather was a brave hunter, and his white hair was still flowing in the same way as his heroic appearance He said that he climbed up the old willow tree to pick up bird eggs and rode on the branches of the tree to play the flute; he said that he dug bitter vegetables in the corners of the sand and rolled on the slope of the sand, like playing coquetry in his mother's arms when rolling; he said that he had eaten many fresh and tender wild vegetables, and he had learned to starve since he was a child; he said that he had picked up wheat ears behind his grandmother and watched the white clouds on her head , gradually understand that life is not easy
He deeply loved his hometown, the grass and trees in the crooked sand, and the smell of animal dung on the field. He went through the fields to search for his childhood dream and the concentrated childlike innocence lost in the countryside. He finally picked up a scale and a half feathers, and put them into his grandson's hands solemnly. Since then, the deep feeling of hometown has been lingering in my heart all the time
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