1000 composition about dreaming of hometown

"Leaves fall to the roots …" "Rabbits run all over the mountain and finally turn to their nests …" My mother told me these words when I was young. It symbolically tells us that no matter where you are or what you are doing, you can't leave your birthplace-hometown.

For me who has been working hard outside for many years, my hometown makes me love and hate. 13 years ago, when I was an honest and authentic peasant boy, an ordinary boy who was half a student and half a farmer, I was working hard on the barren land in Nayong County, Guizhou Province. I am full of deep disgust and hatred for that land, which consumes the blood and sweat of my ancestors and my youth.

When am I really too powerful? Every day except sleeping and going to school, we almost always accompany our parents to do farm work hard in the fields. After a hard day's work, I have to carry some heavy crops or weeds when I go home at night. We climbed hard on the rugged and steep mountain road, facing the loess and facing the sky, which was harder than cattle and horses, but in exchange for a miserable life without food and clothing.

At that time, my family of five lived in a dilapidated tile house. In the winter of 2000, my father planned to build a spacious house. Because my father is very busy, some work can only be done by our brothers. On New Year's Eve, my mother also asked us to dig rocks and sand at the foot of the mountain. After filling a basket of sand, we walked on the steep mountain road with heavy sand on our backs. We walked for a while and were so tired that we were sweating. Finally, we sent a basket of sand home, and after falling into the foundation, we had to turn back to the foot of the mountain to continue digging sand. On that steep mountain road, I don't know how many footprints we left or how much sweat we shed. As a result, the house was not built, but a life was lost. My father was in debt, and since then, our family's life has been even more bleak. It's so sad to think back now!

In summer, we endure in the heat, in winter, we tremble in the cold wind, and we are tired of seeing everything. The years passed in numbness. Broken tile houses, barren hills and wild forests, rushing rivers, heavy backpacks and hoes, uncles and aunts who only intrigue and have no affection, clown-like villagers, treacherous village cadres, township government leaders who only corrupt and extract, vicious and unreasonable family planning bureau lackeys ... I am tired of all this to the extreme.

I once fantasized that if I could leave this land one day, I would never come back. A few years later, the poverty at home forced me to give up my studies and prepare to work in Shenzhen. When I got on the bus to Shenzhen and said goodbye to my tearful mother, I left my hometown without looking back. Although I am carsick, I feel like a bird flying out of a cage. I hope to drive as fast as possible, and it is best to drive to the ends of the earth.

When I came to Shenzhen to work in a factory, I was in a working life of commuting and doing the same thing every day. I suddenly miss my hometown all the time. I don't know how many times I dreamed that I went back to my hometown school, talking with my classmates and working in the mountains with my parents. Every time I wake up from my dream, my mood is so excited! How I want to go back to my school days! However, it was only a dream, and the road to study has been getting farther and farther away from me. But to this day, I still often have that student dream.

A year later, I returned to my hometown. When I got off at the mountain road not far from home, I saw my mother coming to me happily from the mountain road that turned the corner. I was so excited that I cried. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes, shouldered my luggage and ran towards my mother. I walked up to my mother and said affectionately, "kwekwe: I have lost a lot of weight since I came out for more than a year! Didn't you eat alone outside? "

"mom! No, there are many delicious foods and fun outside, but I feel homesick ... "I said.

My mother and I chatted cordially while walking on the steep mountain road home. Walking, suddenly my foot slipped and I almost turned upside down. I began to mutter unconsciously, "Shit, what road is this at home?" I'm not used to this road now, so I'd better go outside. "

My mother gave me a hand to help me with my luggage and said, "You are a local. Don't say such things. People will laugh at you. How long have you been out? I'm not used to walking home? "

I was just embarrassed to say "Alas ……" and then we talked about my life of working outside and my younger brothers' study in their hometown. Unconsciously reached the door. ...

That night, my family got together and talked a lot about my arrival, which was so warm ... but after staying at home for more than a month, I felt lonely and bored, so I set foot on my job again.

In the next few years, I will go back to my hometown almost every year. I want to do something good in my hometown, but I don't want to live a wandering life. However, every time I go back to my hometown and see a bleak scene in my hometown, I can't help but feel that my future is bleak, so I quickly go to work. Busy, time goes by quietly, now I am still an ordinary factory employee, unknown, and I don't know where the road is!

This is how I wandered and floated on this road to Shenzhen. After working for seven or eight years, I feel that everything is near yesterday. Everything in my hometown seems to be a dream. Deeply engraved in my memory.

Hometown-it has become a huge shadow over my head. I can't get rid of it. Alas! Hometown is hometown. It is the birthplace where you can resist, hate, love and cry, but you can't choose. It covers you, it makes you love and hate it, it makes you helpless about it, it reminds you of it again, describes it in various ways, and imagines it. Hometown is an inextricable knot. For the land that gave birth to you, raised you and buried the bones of your ancestors. None of us can get rid of it!