People’s feelings are really a very strange thing. Obviously, what really reappears in front of them is the scene that they don’t want to see, but they still reject the truth from the bottom of their hearts, but I prefer to believe the evaluation set formed before, which makes my mind always in a state of preparation and rejects new impressions. Even though time goes by, now is not the past, still reluctant to put down the heavy concern in my heart. For example, hometown is such a feeling for me. It was originally a hometown with beautiful mountains and rivers and picturesque scenery, but the Green Mountain was crossed by several yellow ribbon dirt roads circling up, it was just like a piece of glittering jade was cut on it maliciously, leaving ugly scars. In addition to the skew trees, chaotic rivers and dilapidated sand and mound seen before, I couldn’t help asking: is this still my beautiful and lovely hometown? I was tired of the noise and annoyance in the city, and I just wanted to find a place of peace and leisure, and let a tired heart complete a pure return. But there were still continuous voices and noisy cars here, which made my suspended heart nowhere to be placed again. I can’t help asking myself again: Is this the hometown you have been longing? The streets are hard to bear the rolling of a large number of vehicles, so they can only tell the thousands of changes here with countless potholes. Only the lush sunflowers and bean frames beside the road are still arranged orderly. It seems to tell me that this is still the home in my dream that I can stay at night, and the gentle accent, the quaint folk customs seem to tell me that this is still my home as warm as yesterday. I tried my best to calm down my mood, so I strolled into the small farm garden which no longer belonged to me. Looking at the full fruits, my heart became comforted. Looking here and touching there, my mood became no longer impetuous, and all the disharmony with my heart seemed to be thrown out of the clouds. Since I can’t agree with the general climate, let me integrate myself into this small environment alone! Suddenly he understood why Tao Yuanming picked the chrysanthemum under the eastern fence and saw Nanshan leisurely. Suddenly, a more reasonable saying came to mind: if the heart is trapped, there will be cages everywhere in the world; If the heart is safe, the low tile bucket room is also a paradise on earth. Only because my heart is tired can I look for a harbor that can be parked. My lover’s shoulder is my eternal support. There is nothing to say, just lean against it quietly, unload the enduring armor, remove the strong coat, and let out the natural emotions like the open river freely, all the exhaustion, all the helplessness, all the unhappiness turned into nothingness at this moment. Home is the attachment that I cannot give up in this life. At this time, I understood: My concern belongs to the grass and trees here, flowers and leaves here. I am happy for their happiness and their decline. My concern belongs to my lover and my fellow villagers. My folks, when they are tired of running for a living, they never see that life will change because of this. Now, they don’t need to spend too much effort to get rich rewards. At this time, I quietly sent blessings to them, and at the same time, I also forgave those cruelty that destroyed the ecology. No matter how difficult it is, I will never stretch out my hand to Lin Zi, no matter how difficult it is, I will never exchange resources for temporary benefits, no matter how difficult it is, I will never exchange economic growth at the cost of sacrificing ecology. These beautiful slogans, I only regard him as a note with dots on his head. When I can’t change the status quo, looking at flowers in the fog should be the wisest choice. After all, no matter into the eyes or into the heart, there is hazy beauty. Once you see it too clearly, it will destroy a kind of beauty. There is no need to uncover that veil. Sometimes, reality often comes more cruelly. Home is home. No matter how I change, I can’t stop my concern for his dream.

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