My 32-year-old a feeling of pleasure to return to the home. Home, great changes have taken place: each household is home to high-rises, want a neat row of tall soldiers in the ranks. Grandma to which the river than in the past So dirty, and have become clear are low, there are many fish in the water playing from time to time leaps from the water. went to the door, a tall tree in front of me, I thought: Hey, my family where would it freshman trees? Oh, the tree that I planted with a kid and dad. Even it longer so big. When I reach out and pushed open the door, the door was opened, and out of an old, oh! That is my her mother has changed and become very old, her forehead covered with wrinkles, white hair had. without waiting for me open, my mother has spoken before: "You whom ah?" "Mom, you do not know me it? "my mother touched my face and said:" My daughter, is that you? Are you finally back, on the outside ever okay? "" Well, all right! "My eyes moist, his mother said:" grow up ah! I do not recognize it out. "" do not blame you, I left you on the blame where for 20 years! "Mother took me into the house has been talk in the evening. hours that night all the things that are replay in my mind again. Last night's moon will always be the brightest, the stars will always be beautiful. I love my mother! I love my hometown!
