Eternal nostalgia essay, nostalgia excellent prose essay

The hometown is far away, thousands of miles away, the hometown is very close, hidden in the memory is close at hand.

As a simple mountain liwa, nothing is inseparable from the mountains. I like to climb to the top of the hill behind the house alone, stand on the highest point and take in the whole thing, and the layers of mountains gradually fade like ink paintings, leaving a light stroke.

And what I remember the most is the only road to the outside world that is hidden under the mountains. I have witnessed its origin, which was earned by the hard work of the fathers with their hands and shoulders.

In the backward years, the slightest rain would make it muddy and impossible to put on. But this road is also a bridge to the outside world, and it is the only way for everyone who is far from their homeland. Carrying bags and walking in all directions, I don't know how many people have left helpless loneliness and melancholy on that dirt road.

I remember that in my childhood, I always watched my father's back slowly disappear on the path, and I couldn't hold back the pace of his departure when I ran and chased. Once, twice, three times......I don't know when, this has become a habit, and that road has turned into a lingering parting brand in my heart.

Later, when I grew up, I gradually understood the bitterness in my father's heart, and it was not his wish to become a stranger, just because it was the whole family that pressed him, and probably this was my father's nostalgia.

I am no longer a teenager in full circle, and I have walked out of the mountains and out of the hometown where I was born and raised. But when I am in a foreign land, I often miss that time that has passed, without too many worries and a future that I can't think about endlessly.

I would only touch a few fish and catch a few shrimp in the creek on the way home with my companions after school in the summer. Then we embarked on the way home with the singing all the way, and in the sunset, our shadows were dragged for a long, long time.

Or quietly carry the pot at home, bring the Zhaozhao Bicai from the home, and invite a group of people to a wild outing on a just spring day.

But the past is over after all, and it is impossible to go back, even if I don't want to grow up and don't want to leave, I am still mercilessly whipped all the way forward by the whip of time. I think this is probably my nostalgia.

Hometown, hometown! I don't know how to express this yearning, so I have to condense all my thoughts in that lonely moon and let it be sent to you in the distance!

What is nostalgia?

Homesickness is the feeling of the grass and trees in the hometown, the longing for the hometown fathers and villagers, the longing for the relatives and friends in the hometown, and the concern for the hometown parents day and night!

It's been more than seven years since I started school, but the people in my hometown of water and hometown miss it all the time. Although today's hometown is different from the hometown of childhood, it can be said that there have been earth-shaking changes, such as the former dirt road has been poured into a concrete road, the wall of the village theater has been demolished, and the former "alma mater" is gone, but the accent, simplicity and culture of the hometown people are eternal.

As I grew older, the interpretation of nostalgia was different, and the nostalgia of childhood was not as strong as it is now.

When I was in elementary school, I studied in the local area, and the life of "school-home" was repeated at least four times a day, and if I encountered special circumstances such as leaving things at home, it was more than four times, but I never got tired of it again.

At that time, what I thought about the most was to have two days off every week, and then I could sleep lazily, sleep and play the story of the house, play the story of the hero chasing the thief, in short, live a life in the dirt, and not go home for a long time before the sun sank at night. Unlike today's children, Saturdays and Sundays are either pestering their parents to go out or participate in activities such as training classes. And then what I look forward to is the New Year, when the New Year felt like a year, and now I feel like a year.

The most important thing for the New Year'It's just eating well, wearing new clothes, I always feel that at that time, it was a steamed bun at home, and it was not fragrant, not to mention the various meals made by my mother.

When I was in junior high school, more memories were left to the bicycle, going to school with the rising sun in the morning, going home with the sun's sinking in the evening, coming and going in the wind and rain, and the "traces" of the bicycle turning for three years recorded my longing for my hometown.

Later, in high school, college, and even work, the days away from home became more and more day by day, and the feeling of going home was even more like an arrow, but I don't know what kind of "surprise" my hometown will bring me next time I go home? Are the rows of bungalows and earthen kilns written on the wall with a circled word "demolition"!

Sometimes walking on the street, a random word from a stranger will make me take the key and can't help but step forward and ask, "Are you from xx place?" If so, just say a few words of greeting, which can be regarded as a consolation for the pain of lovesickness!

Mr. Ji Xianlin's "love is the hometown is strong, and the moon is the hometown is bright" is very appropriate for me!