It's new year's Eve again. The snow is falling. I miss my hometown again.
I think of winter wheat covered with snow in my hometown, thin safflower, red stem and green leaf spinach; Think of the silent pond in front of the old house, the winding Baishui River beside the town, the green and ink weeping willows on the river bank, and the withered and yellow reeds & hellip& hellip;
At this time, the hometown has become a wanderer in a quiet place.
Mother, do you look up at the bridge and stand as a withered reed waiting for your son. Whether the cold wind lifts your snowy hair, and whether the snowflakes stick to your apron before you come and untie it. Mother, I know that you have steamed rice cakes and made rice candy. Just send me to be with you and your grandson around your knee.
Year after year, my hometown, my mother, miss you and look out for you.
Hometown, I am your forever wanderer in this life. No matter where I travel and how long I drift, I can't get out of your calloused palm.
Mother, my son is a seed of your vicissitudes. Is it the wind or the bird that brought me to this foreign land. How many spring and autumn jointing growth, I am already a strong tree. But no matter how I dazzle the branches, the nostalgic rings grow up in circles. My rime dangles in the snow, but mother, how can your old branches withstand the pressure of snow. Mother, go home and wait for your son!
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the heart of homesickness is getting tighter and tighter.
Mother, I have bought the ticket to return home. Tomorrow, I'll start. Don't worry, mother, I'll help you take off the old couplets, I'll help you clean the yard, and I'll help you buy red lanterns & hellip On New Year's Eve, I will stick the red couplet of "longevity is better than Nanshan, and happiness is as good as the East China Sea" written by myself on the door of the old house. Even the old locust tree, I will hang a red color on it. Let your grandson cover his ears and set off firecrackers for you. Let your daughter-in-law cook you a delicious new year's dinner. Mother, as long as you and your father sit in the main room, laughing at our busyness, laughing at the rich dishes we serve, and laughing at the sweet wine of our new year's blessing, the child's empty heart will be full for a long time, and the overflow from the heart is the child's long lost happiness & hellip& hellip;
The snow is white, and the homesick red beans have broken through the ground. In the snow, a tree of red beans is shining, thinking of his hometown & hellip& hellip;