Looking at the sunset on the horizon and feeling the evening breeze of my hometown to return to the village is gratifying, but also sad. The familiar paths, the trees that have passed through the years, and the courtyards without human figures, all seem to be vicissitudes, and an old smell invades the heart.

Only the summer wind, with a trembling voice, drilled in and out of the mountain village, and the grass and trees waited in the withered yellow.

Walking with the farmers in the summer is not necessarily refreshing, but with expectant eyes, looking at the distant mountains.

I have been walking this road since I was a child, and time has made me step on crow's feet. I know the only people I know, just like the grass and trees, stubble after stubble.

However, I still think about it, carefully take a clue to the village, there is my family's old house, there are parents in the old house, and I am also a piece of grass in the village.

Here, people live like plants and trees, and plants and trees live like people. Every plant and leaf has the imprint of our ancestors growing on it; Everyone's voice and smile are hidden in the charm of their ancestors.

I think, I can't help but think, in the breeze, they are not as magnificent as the waves, but they are painted with the inherent colors of the village; Wheat in the summer, yellow-orange-orange is intense, and the sun is like a fire in the passion, with

"Sweat drops under the soil" test the endurance of the lingering millet grain, sparrows can't wait to peep on the trees, as soon as the sun is exposed, stepping on the heavy millet ears, the dummy on the side is discouraged; When the artichoke shows up proudly, it is white and sexy and shows its naked body.

My parents were already waiting for me at the door, and I could see from their eyes that they were very melancholy and even more helpless.

After all, I will be an unemployed young man. A young man who doesn't know how long he has to stay.

The days at home are so long, even I don't know if I can persevere, and I feel that I should find something to do, relax myself, and say relax, but in fact, it is just to free myself.

Of course, after returning to the village, the correspondence with her changed from one letter a week to one letter a month.

From the words that I couldn't finish writing before, I have nothing to write. Others say that the distance is slowly fading.

I didn't believe it before, but now I know. Feelings are inherently fragile, and distance makes them even more fragile, which is a problem that must always be faced.

Slowly, we got in touch less and less, until we didn't have any more contact. It's been nearly a month since I graduated, and my job hasn't been confirmed, and although my parents haven't said anything, I'm also nervous.

It's hard to sleep at night, it's hard to sit still, and meditate: the former friends didn't go to college, and they worked hard in the society one step earlier, but they also made a lot of achievements, and their lives were good; And I, the road ahead is tortuous, and at a glance, there is no end in sight.

Three years ago, my friends congratulated me; After the fourth and third days, I was envious, jealous and hated them.

I have to say, it's not a small irony. In the past three years, what I have gained and what I have lost, whether what I have gained and what I have lost is directly proportional, I dare not compare, I am afraid and complaining.

The ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, and the beautiful fantasy after graduation has become the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror in the face of reality.

Rather than reaching out to your parents at home, it is better to go out with both hands to support yourself, I think a college student to work in the factory is not a shame to throw home, if a person wants to walk with his head held high, he must first learn to bend down, the factory has a relatively perfect well-being, get by and get by, save money on weekdays, and save some money every year, three or five years later in some of the investments that have been calculated in their hearts, this idea is not very exaggerated.

There is no way, the parents can't solve the unhappy knot, thinking that the so-called top students of the university can't go to the factory and bury themselves.

Rather, trade their connections for me a present that they look like. This path may be able to be left and right to move forward step by step.

But, this is not my future! In my future, I shouldn't be **, while I am young, I should pack my bags and break through!

Tired will not tire people who rely on their hands to death, and opportunities are also for those who are prepared. For a while, it is difficult to gain the upper hand in the judgment with the parents.

After another month, my parents may no longer be able to help me find a decent job.

I wasn't saying anything, and I didn't seem to care too much about it, so I went to the factory and went to work first. In the days without her, the time was too long, and I always felt the need to find a job.