I'm leaving my hometown, writing something to forever remember her... No matter what happens in the future, at least the me who left my hometown was pure. Please always remember the pure me when I left my hometown... (This article was edited and written by Wang Fuyuan, aiming to express nostalgia, longing, and reluctance! September 5, 2010, night)
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The beauty of heaven and earth is silent, and the seasons have their own reasons. For the love of my hometown, it is like the endless waters of the old Yellow River. Although there are no ripples on the surface, that love still exists deeply in my heart.
The beauty of my hometown is not the delicate and beautiful scenery of the south, nor the rugged beauty of the northwest. My hometown doesn't have small bridges and flowing water, nor deep mountains and dense forests. It only has thousands of acres of pear trees and farmhouses with rising smoke.
In spring, when the earth has just awakened and there is no sign of life, the white pear blossoms anxiously hang on the branches. Thousands of pear trees bloom, and the sight is spectacular with a sea of white. In summer, my hometown is full of vitality. The wheat harvest is in full swing, and people of all ages work hard, sweating profusely but persisting until the end. With the grains safely stored, it is truly a year of abundant harvest. In autumn, it is the busiest time of the year. The pear orchard is filled with joy. The golden pears hang from the branches. Visitors come in large numbers, and the people of the pear orchard are all happy and harmonious. In winter, after a year of hard work, people can finally rest. The leaves of the pear trees fall from the branches and cover the ground with a thick layer. If it snows, it becomes even more beautiful. People can witness the spectacle of thousands of pear trees blooming at once. The beauty of my hometown is indescribable, and the reluctance to leave is endless. Unfortunately, I still have to leave, even though I have countless reluctance to leave this place that gave birth and raised me.
I will go to Wuhu, to fulfill my dream of attending university, carrying the hopes of those who love me and those I love, to pursue my dreams. University life will be full of ups and downs, with many temptations and many things happening. It will be colorful, with magnificent rainbows and thrilling thunderstorms. The prosperity of a different place is endless, filled with dreams and aspirations. And will I still think of my hometown in the quiet of the night? The answer is yes, I will, always.
At this moment, tears always overflow, the light of longing shines through the window, and the silver warmth falls on the bed of childhood. The unreachable places are called distant, and the names that cannot be returned to are called hometown...