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More importantly, I want to know where my home is; I want to understand my place in the world. My grandfather is one of the most important people in my life, and his stories and wisdom will forever shine brightly in my existence. His tales have instilled in me a deep affection for my hometown. Now, I have finally embarked on the journey to find my roots.
I know the road ahead is long, filled with many unknown difficulties and challenges. However, I will not give up. I must find that hometown that haunts my dreams. When I miss my hometown, I often think of the poetry collection my grandfather gave me. It is a thin booklet that contains the works of the famous Tang Dynasty poet Wang Zhihuan.
As I gently turn the pages, I softly recite, "Crossing the Han River," which is my favorite poem. When I recite this poem, my emotions rise and fall; sometimes I feel filled with anticipation, while other times I feel a bit scared. I know there are many unknown difficulties and challenges ahead, but I believe that as long as I bravely move forward, I will surely find that hometown that captivates my soul.
"Snow falls on the riverbank, covering the ground; separated lovers gaze at each other with broken hearts." This line evokes a sense of sadness within me. I can almost see my grandfather's smile, hear his voice, and feel his love for me. "May this sentiment last for a thousand years; I hope you return from the southeast." This line fills me with hope for the future. I believe that one day, I will return to my hometown, back to my grandfather's side, to share my experiences and stories with him.
Every time I finish reciting this poem, I close my eyes and quietly immerse myself in its emotions and imagery. Each time brings different feelings and understandings. This poem has become a special connection between my grandfather and me, as well as a way for me to understand my hometown. Whenever I miss home, I recite this poem. Each time I finish, I feel more at peace and more resolute.
I believe that as long as I bravely move forward, I will surely find that hometown that captivates my soul.
After walking for a long time, I finally returned to my hometown. Standing at the entrance of the village, I suddenly felt hesitant to go in. I wasn't sure if I should ask the villagers about my family's situation. The closer I got to home, the more fearful I became.
I touched the poetry book in my pocket, a gift from my grandfather. At that moment, it seemed to be my only source of comfort. Taking a deep breath to muster my courage, I approached an elderly man standing at the village entrance. His back was slightly hunched, and he leaned on a cane as he gazed into the distance.
"Excuse me, do you know the current situation of the Song Family?" I asked cautiously, my heart racing. The old man turned his head to look at me, his expression complex and difficult to read. I didn't press further; instead, I quietly waited for his response.
My palms were sweating, filled with both anticipation and fear. I hoped to hear good news but dreaded the possibility of bad news. The old man remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "The Song Family... sigh, come with me." He didn't give me a direct answer but turned and walked into the village.
I hurriedly followed him, feeling increasingly anxious. His silence and sighs filled me with an ominous premonition. It seemed I was about to face a village that was both familiar and strange—a place filled with memories of my childhood but also potentially troubling news.
I walked slowly behind the old man as we entered the village. It was still the same village, yet somehow different. After so many years away from home, there were many new buildings I had never seen before, and the roads had become wider.
As I walked along, I gazed at the familiar scenery around me, feeling a mix of emotions. This place, where I had lived for ten years, now felt somewhat strange to me. I wondered how my family was doing. At this thought, my nose tinged with sadness, and tears nearly fell. Were Grandpa, Dad, and Mom all right? Unable to contain myself, I quickened my pace, eager to get home.
"We're here," the old man suddenly stopped and pointed to a house not far ahead. Following his direction, my heart skipped a beat. That was the home where I had grown up, filled with my most cherished memories.
"You... should go in and take a look," the old man said softly as he patted my shoulder. I nodded, holding back my tears as I hurried toward the front door.
As soon as I stepped into the yard, I heard familiar voices. It was... Dad, Mom, and Grandpa. They seemed to be discussing something, their laughter ringing out continuously. I could no longer hold back; tears streamed down my face.
"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, I'm back!" I shouted as I rushed into the house.
The three people inside froze upon seeing me. Then they rushed over and embraced me tightly.
"Xiao Wen, you finally came back..."
"That's wonderful, that's wonderful..."
Feeling the warmth of my family's embrace filled my heart with happiness and emotion. No matter where I go, the love of my hometown and family will always be the deepest harbor.
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