Haunted land

        Years are flowing, and it's time to go home and spend the new year with your parents once a year. After simply packing, he hurried from Shanghai, an economic metropolis, to his hometown in northwest Gansu.

        Considering the fact that COVID-19 epidemic was not stopped, I love to train on the train, and finally decided to return home by air for safety and epidemic prevention.

        It was early morning when the plane landed in Lanzhou. As soon as it got off the plane, the biting cold wind drilled into the body. Maybe I've been away from my hometown for too long and can't bear this "warmth". Out of the airport, first take a taxi to live in downtown Lanzhou, just at dawn the next day, and then line up for breakfast at the nearby beef noodle restaurant. Yes, ramen is the breakfast of Lanzhou people. The smell of beef noodles floating in the air is engraved in the bones.

        After breakfast, I went to the railway station and took a bus to Tianshui. On the way, I saw pockmarks and oil cakes and bought some to satisfy my craving. In the past, there were many merchants here, but now they are almost invisible because of the loss and transformation of traditional handicraft industry. After a short transfer, I saw the familiar word "Tianshui". It was small, clear and vague. How many times I left and arrived, and many times I moved in my life, these two words witnessed.

        As soon as I got out of the platform, my father, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward to help me with my luggage. "Are you tired by car? I'm ready for dinner at home. Hurry back." Father's love is always unspeakable.

        Whenever you come home from other places, you must eat the authentic rice of your hometown for the first meal, either dumplings or water slurry. Although it is simple and casual, it is all a good taste of childhood. Put a little scallion and leek on the light pulp water, and then transfer two tablespoons of oil to sprinkle spicy seeds. It has complete color, flavor and taste. The family probably knows that if they eat too much greasy and strange smell outside, they always have to clear their intestines and stomach and a bowl of water to treat all kinds of acclimatization.

        We wanderers always spend too short a time with our parents. While listening to our parents' nagging and advice, the two old people try their best to adapt to our gradually changing tastes and habits. Looking at the happy and satisfied appearance of their parents, I remember that people always say, "there are children and grandchildren under their knees, old and not lonely.". However, then I thought of the sentence on the Internet: "when parents are here, there is still a place to come in life; when parents go, there is only a way home." I couldn't help but have a sour nose and wet eyes.

        Since graduating from high school, I have gone to study in a foreign land and worked further after graduation. Wandering around all year round, I really feel that "my hometown can't accommodate the flesh, and my soul can't be accommodated in another country". I will pay for the next generation, but I will not regret. Youth is fleeting and the future can be expected. I believe that all beauty will come as promised.

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