——The first day I missed Chengdu, a confession of a small citizen.

Somerset Maugham once wrote about his hometown, "I think some people are born in a certain place, so to speak, they don't get the right place. Chance throws them into an environment at random, but they always miss a place that they don't know where they are.

Where is my hometown? Sometimes when a person accidentally arrives at a place, he will mysteriously feel that this is where he lives, the home he has been looking for, so he never knows it among these scenery he has never seen before.

The crowd settled down, as if everything here was familiar to him since he was a child. He finally found peace here. "This hometown in a special sense is actually the same as the place where most of us grew up.

The place where our souls rest.

Gai’s hometown has its unique charm in everyone’s heart.

For me, that’s Chengdu.

There is no special reason. One-fifth of my life is here, and all those simple and beautiful memories are here.

The people I love live here, bathing in her sunshine every day. They love playing mahjong and running all over the mountains and rivers. I grew up breathing her air, carrying her unique lazy and leisurely chronicity.

, I speak a bold and funny Sichuan dialect, which even the Beijing flavor with the Chinese pronunciation cannot be changed (laughing, my college classmates should know this well), I have a food...'region

I have a sense of superiority, especially I can't stand hot pot with sesame sauce. Sichuan food is more delicious than anything else in my heart... It can be considered an ideal. Any swan will want to explore the boundless sky.

There are so many people who have left their hometown.

Most of my high school classmates are scattered in various places. I am lucky that one of my best friends arrived in Beijing with me. I am also lucky that there are a group of high school friends who are "wandering" in Beijing together, so that I have old friends to meet and chat with.

Sichuan dialect.

We each have our own journey, for the future and for our ideals.

Diao Diao is busy in the internship during this vacation, and he is already practicing to become a master; Er Tian is learning his favorite architecture, painting and designing (he should have the image of an artist); Uncle Zhang/Little Brother Zhang is in his school

I have gained a large number of fans, and I also own a laboratory. I call myself a foodie but live it real (in fact, he has become a myth); Yuanyuan is preparing for the IELTS exam, but she is still gentle and gentle to me.

Yuanyuan has been working hard to become better, and she continues to write songs and chase her moon; she has less time to paint in the next semester, so she chose to take a double degree at Peking University (this is still okay).

; Let’s not talk about Kodak, she is working hard to build a new socialist China (applause should be given here).

——Actually, they all have ideals, but they forget all about sleep and food.

We all chase our own moon in our own way.

Every friend who leaves home probably feels a little better than the friends who stayed in Sichuan, surrounded by delicious food. At this time, our hometown is thousands of miles away from us, not the familiar language, not the familiar taste, not the familiar people.

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Nostalgia sometimes appears in lonely nights, when you just leave, when you hear familiar accents and see familiar old friends, and when you miss them.

But people will grow up. I still remember when I came to school as a freshman, I cried silently in bed alone at night for a week.

Not long ago, my mother teased me: I sent you to Beijing last year. We were leaving at the school gate. You said goodbye and left right away. You walked very fast without looking back. I later found out that you

I hid in the dormitory and wiped my tears.

In February of this year, I left Chengdu again. The difference was that I was with my good gay friend Diao Diao. I didn’t feel sad when I left. After riding the high-speed train for nearly a day, I was about to arrive in Beijing. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by an inexplicable melancholy. I thought of it again.

People far away, without me, without them, our days are still going on, and we are still moving forward.

At that time, I thought that leaving was to come back better.

At this time, I had just left, even with a little complicated feeling of joy, but I remembered my father, Ge You, lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone and TV, and I also remembered that my mother woke me up at six o'clock and said let's talk.

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Me: "You're not my dad anymore! Do you still love me?" My dad replied to me in a louder voice than mine: "No! I don't love you! I'm very demanding." - with a look of disgust on me.

Me: "Oh, I'm leaving soon anyway, and you can't see me anymore." My mother: "I get angry when I think of you!" Me: "Then forget about me." My mother: "

Okay. Then don't ask me for money." Erlian dislikes me.

I remembered that I had just gone on winter vacation and my flight was late. It was already three o'clock in the morning when I came back. My dad took me home directly without asking my mom to get up. When I got home, my mom was sleepy and saw a man standing next to the bed.

He suddenly jumped up from the bed and rushed towards me to hug me, "Why are you back! Why didn't your dad call me!" Then the next day we had hot pot, and my dad drank happily and was very drunk.

Erma's.

I believe that basically every student from Chengdu will have hot pot as their first meal when they return home, either their first meal or their second or third meal.