Home is in fact have been living in my heart

Every summer, the moisture in the air smell always makes me uneasy, so I always want to find a cool place to stay, so I often go home to live.

My hometown is a beautiful small mountain village, where no breath of summer, stay in the city for too long, always feel contaminated earthly dust, whenever a return to nature, back to the beginning of the heart Crystal. Only one person in the home, the family wanted to take her to the city, she always refused, she said: "she is not used to the life of the city, but also home and the shadow of her people, she could not bear." She is concerned about the natural is the grandfather, grandfather very early on the death, leaving her alone in a lonely woman. Time has not weakened her thoughts of Grandpa, although not white to the old, but life does not forget.

Home behind the house there is a river, not far away from the river and a mountain, whenever I stand in the window and saw the moon in the sky, silver moonlight in the woods, in the river. I remember the childhood of their own. At that time was a young, moonlight like a bed with sand to do the quilt, put on my body. A light breeze, stroking my eyes, I slowly opened my sleepy sleepy eyes and saw out the window like daytime general, can clearly see every root the trees on the mountain, put on shoes and walk to the window and a cool breeze oncoming, my sleepiness was also the breeze away.

Then I remembered a poem, "the window the moonlight, it seems hoary frost on the floor, look at the bright moon, looking down and think of home." Then is unable to read of the mood of the poem, but I really feel it is very beautiful, so I looked at the sky to read up the poem, in the sky without a cloud, only a solitary and myriad twinkling stars, this time in silence, lights have been extinguished that time is like is frozen, blue light flashing, like in the dream, remove the noise of the earth, like a fairyland in general. Now want to really hope the dream will never wake up, flow of the river quietly, the wind blowing gently, moonlight sprinkle slowly, everything's okay, quiet Tianshi.

Now standing at the window, the window is the same scenery, but it can not enter that mood. Thinking about the reasons, probably because the earth all his heart blindfolded, covering his eyes, originally pure such as the heart of water with the water slowly passed California Fitness, buried in the years of the corner. A turn back then not to go back, a turn to be doomed to lose, we just immersed in the forward, but forget the once beautiful oneself. Walking on the streets, we lost our way, but we didn't find the map in our hands, but we didn't find it.

Looked at the crystal clear water, let me think of the childhood playmates, once we are the ignorance of youth, summer evening, on the Bank of the river always found my figure. We catch crabs in the river, fishing, swimming naked, even if there is a girl in the side also go all lengths. Always leave until his parents came to be about to come back tomorrow and unable to part from. East du temps and leaves one after another, old playmate had not seen for years, as we each go straight towards the horizon, to a different way, living a different life, even in the future to meet, has become each other passers-by, do not know, do not look back.

Remember every summer night, there will always be a family sitting in the courtyard of the stone table, drinking a cup of tea, pastries, smelling the fragrance of flowers, cool breeze caresses, time became quiet as water, with a little bit of flavor, fixed at that time California Fitness. If I can return to the past, I decided to return to this moment, so that everything becomes eternal.

Home is in fact have been living in my heart, those familiar with the things gradually passing away, even in the home are in the memory of the old, we will not go back to the old.