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Memories of the Foxtail Grass |
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The foxtail grass, with its unremarkable appearance and even a bit
unsightly, is perhaps not something one would admire. Yet, surprisingly, it
has become a symbol of my hometown with its humble and unpretentious
posture.
My memory of hometown is as ordinary and insignificant as the foxtail grass
that could easily be forgotten. However, the foxtail grass that covers the
entire land is a unique scenery in my hometown during the summer.
As a child, I loved to play on the paths of my hometown. When tired, I would
lie down on the grass, cover my eyes with my arms, and feel the gentle
breeze blowing over me. Suddenly, my nose would itch, as if a small bug had
just touched it. The persistent tickling sensation would force me to
reluctantly open my eyes, only to see my friend's serious yet amused face
with a foxtail grass shaking in their hand. The "bloody battle" over a
single foxtail grass would then naturally occur, and we would run and laugh
in the "jungle" of foxtail grass.
Occasionally, we would make little rings out of foxtail grass to express our
feelings of friendship and happiness. The foxtail grass is fluffy and round
like a cute candy, not only sweet but also enduring and warm.
Childhood feelings towards hometown are the most genuine. As we grow up and
walk among the towering buildings of the city, we are attracted by the
prosperity of the city and no longer miss our hometown. There is no more
foxtail grass in the city, but there are amazingly beautiful flowers and
neatly trimmed lawns.
But do we really no longer miss our hometown? Actually, no. When we venture
into a strange city, dine alone, or admire the moon during the Mid-Autumn
Festival, the faint homesickness crawls into our hearts, lingering for a
long time. The feeling of missing our hometown is never erased from our
memories, just like how we can still find a furry foxtail grass in a corner
of the city. Whether in our prime or at the end of our lives, the foxtail
grass of our hometown will always grow in the depths of our hearts, bringing
greetings and expectations, allowing us to miss our hometown when we see
things that remind us of it.
The foxtail grass, once forgotten, is remembered again, then forgotten, then
remembered again... and so is our hometown, coming and going in the outlet
of emotions, but never disappearing. The foxtail grass is a symbol of our
hometown, and it has never been far from us, never disappeared from our
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