It's time to leave my hometown, so I want to write something to forever cherish it... No matter what happens in the future, at least I am pure when leaving my hometown. Please always remember that pure version of me when I left my hometown... (This article is edited and written by Wang Fuyuan, aimed at expressing nostalgia, longing, and reluctance! 2010-09-05 night)
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The world has great beauty that goes unspoken, and the seasons have clear principles that remain unsaid. My love for my hometown is like the endless waters of the Yellow River's ancient course; although there seems to be no ripple on the surface, that love still deeply exists in my heart.
The beauty of my hometown is not the delicate elegance of the Jiangnan region, nor the rugged beauty of the Northwest. My hometown has no small bridges and flowing water, nor deep mountains and dense forests; it only has vast stretches of pear trees and the rising smoke from farmers' courtyards.
In spring, the earth, just awakened, still lacks vitality, yet the pure white pear blossoms eagerly hang on the branches. Thousands upon thousands of pear trees bloom, and as far as the eye can see, it is a sea of white, a truly spectacular sight. In summer, my hometown is full of vitality; the wheat harvest is at its peak, with young and old alike working hard, sweating profusely yet persisting until the end, gathering the grains—what a bountiful year. Autumn is the busiest time of the year, with joy everywhere in the pear region. The golden, crisp pears hang heavily on the branches, and merchants from afar come in droves. The people of the pear region are all smiles, singing and laughing, creating a harmonious atmosphere. In winter, those who have worked hard all year can finally rest. The leaves of the pear trees fall from the branches, covering the ground with a thick layer. If it snows, it would be even more beautiful, as people would get to see the sight of thousands of pear trees in bloom once again. The beauty of my hometown is endless, and the reluctance to leave is unspoken. Yet, I must depart; despite the myriad feelings of reluctance, I still have to leave this place that has given me life and nurtured me.
I will go to Wuhu to pursue my university dream, carrying the hopes of those who love me and those I love, to seek my dreams. University life will be full of ups and downs, with many temptations and countless events happening, vibrant and colorful, with both magnificent rainbows and thrilling thunderstorms. The bustling sights of a different place are filled with illusions and aspirations. Will I still think of my hometown in the quiet of the night? The answer is certainly yes; I will, always will.
At this moment, tears always overflow, and the light of longing seeps through the window, casting a silvery warmth on my childhood bed. Places that cannot be reached are called the distance, and names that cannot be returned to are called hometown...