After staying in one place for a long time, the language there becomes a local dialect.

? Why does a person, after staying in one city for a long time, move to a new city, the sound of that city will become the haunting local accent? Did we rebel against our original "hometown", or did the city change us?

? Life is a journey where we don’t know where we come from and where we are going. When we left in a hurry from Sangzi, Sangzi was the hometown that we dreamed of. When the world is so close and hometown is hard to find, the so-called hometown really becomes hometown. And the city where we struggled day and night has become a strange yet familiar hometown.

? Later, something unexpected happened and I moved to a new city. What I miss is not my first hometown, but my second hometown, and what I look forward to hearing is the accent of my second hometown. Have we changed? Or has the city changed? I think it's probably because we worry too much.

? He left his second hometown in a hurry and came to Hunan alone. In this city, I have no friends and I am a stranger. Everything needs to be started again. However, what is even more frightening is that I have lost the ability to make friends with some people in my circle again. I just want to stay quietly in a strange city and live a strange life.

Having lost my passion, I always wander alone in unfamiliar streets. When I wanted to get some air, I rode a small electric car to the river and swayed slowly in the night.

? I like the loneliness very much, but of course I also hate the loneliness. Silently looking at the city, silently watching people coming and going, silently talking to myself. Sometimes I really want to have friends by my side, with whom I can eat delicious food, go to night markets, brag, and chat with each other. The far distance is just something I think about in my heart.

? Like to be alone, but don’t like silence. Time alone is wonderful, but it cannot be without human fireworks. When I think about this place, I often think of the food in my second hometown and miss the clouds in my second hometown.

When I was sitting quietly on the street and suddenly heard the people next to me chatting in the language of my second hometown, my heart was shocked and I immediately rushed over to chat with them about my hometown and the language of my hometown. .

? However, the reality is often that people sit aloof, pretending that they do not understand, listening quietly to the other party's conversation, and no longer taking any other actions. Later, the people from my hometown left, but my damn courage deserted me and I didn't dare to step forward. I felt happy but also a little depressed at the same time.

Why do we miss our second hometown so much? Are you worried too much? Maybe. But there are also concerns about your first hometown. Why don’t you miss your first hometown? Has your hometown changed? Maybe.

In the future, you and I will travel to many places, so will the second, third... hometown be like today's first hometown, gradually "forgotten" in the face of time? ? After staying in a place for a long time, its language becomes a local accent. It's not that we have changed, but that we care too much about that place.

I hope everything is well for you and that you will still be a native of your hometown when you return.