On that day, I turned on the TV, and I happened to see CCTV three sets rebroadcasting the "70th Anniversary Party of the Founding of the Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region", I knew that this year's hometown is more beautiful and attractive, July and August will be a sea of songs, a grassland of dance, and the best season of the year for grassland people, plus this year's 70th anniversary, you can imagine.

Although they are all silently paying attention, they dare not look directly, and homesickness will be so fragile that it will collapse at the touch of a touch when facing their hometown.

was caught off guard like that, Hu Silen's "Hong Yan": "Hong Yan, to the south, flying over the reeds and swinging ......" As soon as I came out, I burst into tears.

As I grew older, my parents grew older, my homesickness grew, and my children had not yet grown up, so I had to be by my side to take care of them at a critical moment in my life, and my desire to return home once a year was frustrated.

I often feel homesick countless times in my heart, but I don't dare to think about it much, for fear that I will lose control of my emotions and can't help myself in an instant.

In order to experience the melancholy and helplessness when I often read a lot of homesick works of wanderers when I was young, now, I am alone in this foreign land, without relatives, and I miss the warmth and family affection thousands of miles away.

Even when I was a child, picking up cow dung became a paradise-like happiness.

Yesterday I saw an article that probably talked about the things we did when we were children: bicycles, sewing machines, radios, black-and-white televisions, throwing sandbags, jumping houses...... It's all so shabby and long, but when I see it, I have an urge to go back to the past.

There is no turning back in life, the past has long been buried in the rolling red dust, we can only move forward step by step, towards the same place where everyone belongs.

Maybe it will be different, death is the same, but behind you is different, right? Heaven and hell are still there.

Yesterday, I read Professor Han Xianfeng's article on life, cosmic information, and life spirits, which seems a little mysterious and confusing, but who dares to say that all this does not exist in the underworld?

It has long been an indisputable fact that the human soul does not die, and what dies is nothing more than this shell.

Professor Han said that it is possible for people to talk to people who have passed away, and even humans from pre-ancient times, but I believe it. The transmission and exchange of human consciousness and thought is a matter of moments, and as long as two souls can communicate information, it is very possible to achieve dialogue.

I wondered if my husband and I could talk to each other once, would I not be so sad and couldn't let go? Then I thought, the fate of this life is over, why bother with it? We are already him and I am me, aren't we?

After all, no matter how much the universe can communicate and communicate with each other, a person, even a soul, or a living spirit is an independent existence, and no matter where they are, they are all irreplaceable and insurmountable. Isn't it?

Although it is difficult for people to control their seven emotions and six desires, if they understand it, they can be treated calmly.

If you are homesick, you will want to go back to your parents to respect your filial piety, eat three meals a day, serve tea and pour water, and give enough life if you can't return to your side, which is also a heart for your children.

Think about it, everything is the same, what can it be, what if it can't?

The world is still this world.