tonight, in the cabin under the moon, the cold wind is occupying the lovesickness in December. The mind reveals the posture of life, whose yearning is like the wind, blowing my hometown dream to me in a foreign land. The cold wind in December seems to be a cold. I'm here to talk about my dream-like hometown town. Once, it felt like a backward place passing by; Once, I didn't think there would be anything worthy of nostalgia here; Once, how I felt that the outside world was fascinating. In the warm light, I stepped on the car on the railway track and led to the distance. My footprints were only vague and uneven. Nowadays, being in a foreign land is really like <; < Clear > > As the saying goes:' Perhaps only when we are farthest away can we see the day we have passed most truly and clearly.' The road is surrounded by the single peak, and the lotus basin is south-central Shaolin. In the past, it was famous for its southern boxing with northern legs, but now it attracts people with the language of insects and birds in the mountains. If the mountain is not there, it will be famous if there is South Shaolin. It seems that the leisure of floating clouds following the wind can't lock the flowing ease and harmony; It seems that the luxury overlooking the dome can't hold back the faint aloof and refined; It seems that the green and diligent bluestone can't stop the unique phosgene from appearing. Leaning against Jiulian leisurely, slowly overflowing the secular world; I am happy with a soft, faint heart. Through weeds and trees, Leilei gravel, through fine mud and sand, floating dust, and then infect people's hearts, and gradually move towards a mirror with less dust. Perhaps this is the charm beyond the scenic spots ... In the early spring, the stream gathered from the mountains flows quietly. Without people playing in the water in summer, they can't feel' flying down the thousands of feet for three days, and it's suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days'. The trees on the shore began to green, and the air began to become a little cool, which made people feel confused and calm down when they breathed here. Banana trees and lychee longan in the distance began to sing the praises of the Spring Festival with vigor, but the spring without human feelings was still a pity ..... The fruits in midsummer and the thousands of miles of wind were filled with the aroma of fruits, and the tastes of batch, lychee, longan and banana were changing to drive away the fatigue on the faces of hometown elders. Standing by the roadside, the breeze blowing from the head gently kissed the corners of the clothes, how can the hot sun stop the coolness brought by the sweat of joy? When the typhoon comes, the wind blows heartily, and the rain falls desperately, in order to save water for this land for the next year, the farmers who have finished harvesting enjoy the hope that this will bring to next year at home, and those who have not caught up expect the typhoon not to take everything away too greedily ... In the late autumn evening, the ridge is standing in the field, and a pure and fresh feeling emerges from their feet to their hearts. According to the flow in the sunset wind on the horizon, the small fruit trees in the field and their own leisurely swing do not slip away. Listen to the response of insects and birds to the wind, the grass and the earth are entangled, and sometimes they argue gently. It's more like sunset glow's self-care performance, such as infatuation. Insects, birds, grass and trees are humming like a dream ... Here, I fantasize about the future, associate many stories and narrators, tell my little troubles to the grass, and let the sunset glow in the sky bring my earnest wishes. Here, the breath of life is baptized again, returning to the original state of mind of the child again, and then, farther away from pollution and closer to nature; Farther away from the haze, closer to the bright; Far from the world, closer to the refined ... Autumn is the end of the winter solstice, and all is silent. The noise and depression began to disappear in my ears, all of which were ethereal and clear. The trees along the roadside and in the fields have begun to breathe for the hope of next year. I am willing to wear less bulky clothes in order to be more awake in the cold wind. In the most monotonous season, the quilt has become the favorite, so the winter dream has become the protagonist. The rhythm of a song, a crystal world, the imagination of a poem, Cang Shu next to the house, the grass buds in the land and I imagine the future world here, sketching the future spring, summer, autumn and winter. The templates are all this place called hometown, the landscape and fields are still there, the people in Puxian are still there, and the seafood and food are still there. Wake up and fight for tomorrow, so many people go far away ... After all, in the dream, the destination is still here; After all, in the final analysis, here is still the most concerned.