When I got home after a day of car rides, it was already dinner time, and the smoke was curling. The sunset walked to the base of the wall, there was a bed frame in the courtyard, under the eaves of the walkway, there was a crack as thick as a finger in the earthen wall on one side of the window sill, and he went into the stove room to see his mother rolling dough, and he shouted happily: Mother, I will come back. At this time, his mother turned around, looked at him, and gradually became happy, and her face was full of joy, and she called out in surprise: "Son, you are back." As she spoke, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, but the flour on her hands stuck to her face. The matchstick fell out of the boiler, and he hurriedly picked it up and stuffed it into the stove, and added some dry firewood. He stood up and said, "Go and pick up my father." As he spoke, he went out of the courtyard, the moon had not yet come out, and the dark road surface was uneven under the shadow of the dense trees, and he walked cautiously, although the road surface had fluctuated and changed in the past year or so, but the laneway that carried the joy of children's dreams was still so familiar, and after experiencing the difficult life in the city, he felt that it was more affectionate. When I grew up, my dreams were shattered again and again, and I endured extreme hunger and cold after years of exile, endured the shameful contradiction of the call of life and the call for help, endured the scolding of social indifference and the helplessness of being a person, and the desperate struggle between hope and disillusionment in the world...... "The doll is back, come to my house for dinner" A familiar cry pulled him back from memory, under the street lamp, he looked at the grandmother standing by the courtyard, and smiled so enthusiastically, he said that his father went away with the water. Out of the village to the road, the moon came out, like a small boat in the sky, swinging from the sea of clouds, gently, the insects in the field are not willing to be lonely, singing softly. They said, "Fang Qiang is back." He smiled and handed them paper cigarettes, and lit matches. They smoked and said, "Your father is still behind," and walked forward. His father laughed and said, "Son, you are back." On one side was his father, who lit a paper cigarette. His father said, "Why did I dream last night that the rape flowers were green, and my son was coming back." He laughed as he spoke.

After waiting for about an hour, the kettle was filled, and he picked up his back and followed the fourth uncle, followed by his father. The moonlight faintly illuminates the road at night, the wind softly caresses the skin, the birds are asleep, and the insects are still crying tirelessly, giving the silent night. Tonight can temporarily relieve the burden on my father's shoulders, what will I do in the future, the drought that will not be alleviated at all, the dilapidated house after the earthquake, and the footsteps of my father's growing old. When he got home, his mother hurriedly put noodles in the pot.

After dinner, his fathers came to the house, affectionately called his name, sat on the bed in the courtyard, and began to chat. Q: How do you remember to go home? "When there's an earthquake, come back," he said. At this time, his body shook and the earthquake began, and the mother grabbed his hand and said, "The earthquake has started again." His mother begged for mercy, "Lord Land, don't be scary. He held his mother's hand tightly. After more than ten seconds, it stopped again, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, he looked up at the moon, still in the deep blue sky. When the night was late, they all went back to their homes and slept in the courtyard to spend the restless nights.

It's not the first time I've slept outside the house, when I was a child, I often slept in the wheat straw stack on summer nights, woke up in the middle of the night to go home in the middle of the night in my mother's paging, and now the fear of the earthquake makes the family have to sleep outside the house. Will there be rain tonight, in fact, there is not a single cloud in the sky, and there can't be, let it be, who can dominate the changes of heaven and earth, fragile life is just a particle of the earth.

The ground beneath his feet gradually quieted down, and the house stood still, and the sunlight came in through the cracks in the wall, drawing a curved gold line on the floor of the house. I will go to a distant land to continue my dream, O house, and in spite of the unprecedented calamity you have suffered, will you be as strong as ever to protect your family, and when I return victorious, I will offer you a golden hand?

Goodbye, my hometown, goodbye, my loved ones, stepping on the wheel of parting to a foreign land, for the last dream, before I have time to kiss the ground under your feet, touch your face that precipitates joyful memories. In a hurry, he waved his hand to the village under the green shade, tears welled up in his eyes, and he sighed, and his heart was filled with melancholy.

Goodbye, my hometown, may you always ripple in my heart