She is an evergreen tree in my life. No matter the wind and rain, she is still flourishing in my life. She is a daffodil in my life, still fragrant in my heart. She is the farewell hospital in my life, still waiting for me after the wind and frost. She filled my sleepless nights, my lonely and helpless heart and my transparent tears. She is homesick that haunts day and night.

Youth is scattered in antique towns. I ran back and forth on the mossy stone road until I was eighteen. She is a flowing river, flowing quietly by my side. I went from ignorance to maturity. Time is like a sleepless hourglass. I miss my thoughts little by little and cannot be reversed. My promised land is my attached hometown. The beautiful scenery here nourishes my burdened mind, the birds and flowers here relieve my haggard body, and the fish and shrimp here precipitate my uneasy panic. I grew up here. She told me the world of truth, goodness and beauty, where hardworking and simple people, sincere care and thoughtful greetings are like the sunrise at dawn, full of hope. I was moistened spotless by the soil and water in my hometown and grew up happily.

However, all this failed to stop my yearning for the outside world.

On this day, I picked up my bag and decided to leave.

At the moment I left, I looked at this ancient town, and I first found it shabby. My memory of growing up is sealed here, and there are ripples in my heart. I hate to give up, but I still have to go after all. I am too young, and I have a dream that never stops.

So I took my bag and crossed the long desert like a camel. Being down and out didn't bury my inner confidence. I'm ready. I'm trying to integrate myself into the outside world. His colorful life once made me curious. I try to make myself linger. I am careful at every step, looking forward and backward, for fear of accidentally destroying myself. Gradually, I began to be disappointed. I found that their smiles were not real enough, and their words were not intentional.

I began to miss my hometown, its purity and clearness.

I miss the warmth she felt when she was a child.

I want to go home, I want to leave the noise and falsehood here, I want to go back to my home. I don't want to experience the sadness of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly thought of home" I don't want to experience the helplessness of "children don't know each other and ask tourists where they come from with a smile". I don't want to experience the sadness of "when the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world". I just want to go back to her arms and be gentle.

Homesickness, my homesickness of "small bridge flowing water", a deep homesickness.