I really want the home supported by my parents. There, no matter it is windy or rainy, I am carefree and dreaming of my childhood. All desolation and loneliness have nothing to do with me. My father was a farmer, and his wish was very simple. He swore that he would not let me beat the ox legs any more. Therefore, even in the busy farming season, my parents and I would let me do my homework for fear of delaying the realization of their dreams, I am justified to be lazy. However, my parents and my mother worked hard for their vow all their lives. When my father got home, he left the rake to catch the crap. When my mother got home, he cooked food for me. I naturally enjoyed the honor. I wondered why my father was at home when I came home from school. My mother was just like doing magic tricks. There were a lot of delicious meals. I found out the secrets of my parents, my parents. It turned out that they calculated the days when I went home, and waited for me to come back at home. My father also borrowed money specially to improve my life. Everything was ready to welcome his meritorious officials back home, this is the conversation I heard when I pretended to be asleep. Although life was hard, I I am happy. With the care of my parents and grandma, I thought that I could grow up. However, due to too much hard work, my father’s health went from bad to worse, and my mother struggled to support him. When I really grew up, I understood what my parents and parents had suffered and suffered for a goal. Only after being a mother can we truly understand the difficulties of our parents. There are three children in our family. Although our family is simple and crude, we are happy. We always pray day and night, and we cannot bear to leave our home. We are accompanied by our parents and parents, it is not attractive in a good city. But now my dad is gone, my mom and my dad have been helping each other for more than 30 years. Our family is full of my dad’s shadow, so I took my mom back to the city, we don’t want to go back to our home any more. It can be said that we have to die when we return home. I really want to support our parents.

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Wandering is a kind of poison, and traveling is the process of disease. Once you fall in love with this feeling, peace will be difficult and beyond redemption. Life is like a journey. You don’t have to care about the destination, but the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. I like this sentence, love it so much. It seems that there is never a real end on the road of life. The wider the boundary, the wider the horizon, the wider the territory and the bigger the mind. The distant and profound vision is not only the exploration, what is thick and tortuous is not only the steps of trudging, but also the spray that never stops moving forward in the long river of history. The Sky of human beings is always light and gentle in thinking. When I started writing, it was more like talking with another age. I told him that today, he showed my future, and his memory inserted words from time to time. Sometimes I also doubt: do I want to grow more into him, or do he envy me for being younger? There was no answer. I stopped talking to myself habitually, facing the mist of Dawn, driving the fire of the city and the night in other places. I entered the normal state and packed into the misty and rainy life. A person’s life is destined to be crazy about these two things: fall in love with a person with stories and walk out of the circle where others have lived enough to see. In July, I went on a trip. At the age of my twenties, I followed Yu Hua’s “going out at the age of eighteen. The other side is not the destination, just to take another bus, meet other people and listen to other stories and songs. If you want to attach some meaning, it is: expand invisible imagination with limited vision. I once fell in love with the TV program “home far away, North Latitude 30” at 6 o’clock in the evening. In fact, the best way for a person to know his hometown is to stay away from the reunion after that. There is no permanent home, and hometown is only the last stop for our ancestors to settle down. When I set out, I couldn’t help thinking like this. Lin Youjia’s song rang in my ears: If I wasn’t sad enough, I couldn’t fly, but I didn’t have a dream. Why did I always wander in the distance, but I had never seen the ocean. I read the network log of the bicycle westward journey again. I want to go out and have a look. Yes, it’s not only about starting, but also about the purpose. Since I was a child, there was a stream of unruly blood that never stopped playing tricks. I always wanted to be an unruly swordsman, wandering around the world, visiting all the famous mountains and rivers around the world, and starting my wandering dream. The South is the place where flowers and Willow sleep in the traditional sense, the city of tenderness and wealth, the hometown of mountains and rivers, the delicate cultural scenery, the thick and heavy culture deposits, the deep exploration of poetry and books, and the construction of historical character, maybe we should go there for a walk, walk into the South country, take a look at the water villages, let dreams no longer be dreams, and Jiangnan is no longer just a symbol of orientation and pure imagination. Cars are mobile homes, which largely replace the pace of travel and the choice of routes. Tourism has unique attainments in weakening the process of exploration and the fun of journey, people follow the trend and tend to be consistent. Even if they go out, they often lose their relationship with work and utility. Taking off the pure coat, we only have the essence of dreams. Besides, we are poor students, looking at the existence of different things with the same novel eyes, and then shrugging our shoulders with a bitter smile to continue our journey. It is a pity that there is not a ticket to the tourist destination, and I am also very lucky that tie zi has accompanied him all the way. It’s not a new car Express, nor a crowd. We just want to go out and walk in some quiet corners. What kind of mood is waiting for the bus? In the extent of despair, we denounced overstepping, and sighed in the surprising attention. However, we are still US. No one has made too many changes for anyone. The road is still that road, what changes is just the back and mood. On the road of life, on the road of life, all chances are based on luck. The journey is just like this. The messy situation becomes clear again, so is life. The good things emerge cracks again. In fact, human is a reed that can think, and a carp scientist who can think has its philosophy. However, I was more like a loach. I climbed to the shore on a rainy day and got back with a glimpse. I don’t know the reason outside, but I know there are some different things that I can’t understand at that time. I long for a wandering moment more than the afternoon before the rocking fan. I hope that when people in a foreign land and the days flashing through their pupils, I like the afterglow of the western sky infecting the figure of xisuo, feel the pulse of a city in a quiet night, wake up some familiar memories and think of someone warmly. Then he turned around and forgot himself. He woke up the next day to embrace the sunrise of another country and started a new life with his luggage. Wandering is like a duckweed, and one day after growing up, it is bound to travel far away. The water rises, reliving childhood dreams and depicting new water surface. On the bus, there was “Westward Journey”. I don’t know how many times I watched it. It was like a madman who watched it for more than 20 times in high school and still enjoyed it to the extreme extent. Such as “the records of the western regions of the Tang Dynasty”, “Robinson Crusoe”, “The Travels of Xu Xiake” and the series of works of autumn rain, as if I was the author at those nights, along their footprints and their eyes, sometimes there was a gentle walk across the mountains and rivers, and also the delicacy in front of the small rest flowers, the smiley pride in the Spring Mountains, and there was no lack of uninhibited humor. When I arrived at the place where the writing ability was not enough and the image was not clear, I was temporarily sent out of the window on the tired way. What kind of travel experience and dissatisfaction is this! Now it seems that the general image of hometown is a village together with its relatives. When wandering, it becomes a spiritual home that often stays in, which is constantly constructed and clear by myself in my mind. If it is said that wandering anywhere without purpose will not find a destination, then reading with imagination can be regarded as a long journey. If you have to think that the distant place where you put your foot into it can be called travel, then I can only make up a new definition: it is an experience process of spiritual growth, the significance to an individual is greater than its growth itself. For example, for reading, all practical activities have the situation of borrowing strength to varying degrees, which has nothing to do with footsteps. Stay is just a state of travel, and the moment of departure is already on the way to the next stop. On July day, the child’s face changes when he says it changes. It rained a moment ago, and it was hot and stuffy and difficult to resist heat. Tiredness could easily become a decent reason for staying. Any moment could be a torment, but once you set out, you must go on, just as there is no decision for nothing and no mistake that cannot be understood.

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