A picture engraved on the mind

What I see most in my hometown are rice fields and endless fields, the warmest is living in the tile house, the best food is home-grown rice and vegetables, and the valiant and jubilant walk is the muddy country road. There are also chickens and dogs, frogs, cicadas and cicadas compiled into country songs. Now these are the pictures carved in my heart!

My hometown in Xiaogan, Hubei, is Dong Yong's hometown, a place of filial piety that has been sung through the ages, next to Hankou. I have been away from my hometown for more than 20 years, and I have gone back several times. Since I did military service in 1992, including three times to visit my relatives in my hometown, I have only spent more than 100 days now.

Hometown is like a jar of aged wine, the longer it is, the more fragrant it is, the more mellow it is! Time flies, fleeting years like water, away from the native land for many years, but the hometown in the heart is as clear as a spring, is so warm, wandering, melodious, sweet, missing. This strong feeling of homesickness, leisurely thoughts like a red heart knot, can not tell the feelings of homesickness, homesickness, rhyme, homesickness, in the quiet night, but it is a beautiful melancholy

I remembered that every time I came back from the army to visit my relatives, before I got home, my mother looked forward to it at the entrance of the village. when she came home, she booed me and asked me for warmth, and her happy face felt a little miserable for her son. Eating the chicken soup that my mother boiled in the earthen stove, delicious food and delicious food, the chicken soup full of maternal care and warmth!

Thinking of the smoke curling chimney on the roof of my hometown when I was a child, my mother was cooking for the family. Although she lived a frugal and simple life, the delicious food fell in front of me now!

I remember that at that time, adults went to the market early in the morning and bought fish that they did not eat much to enrich the joy of the festival and the warmth of the family.

I remember that when my father was busy farming, my father used whips to drive cattle to plow the fields, and my mother pulled up the seedlings with good grain sprouts in the paddy field and tied them into handfuls with grass ropes. I can't forget their hard work of ploughing the earth to make a living.

What impressed me most was the scorching sun on his head, hunched over, bare feet on the fence to transplant rice seedlings, and many leeches in the paddy field quietly scratching their legs until they bit a burst of pain. This little flesh worm is a blood-sucking water monster, disgusting and difficult to prevent and destroy. Spill too much sweat, endure too much pain, but can not forget the feelings of that land.

I think of my innocence and innocence in picking towel gourd, cucumber, cantaloupe and tomato in the vegetable garden. I only know the joy of picking melon fragrance, but I don't know the toil of sweating.

I think of going swimming with my companions, catching cicadas, climbing trees and picking wild fruits. Today's children, like the little emperor, have advanced toys and entertainment, but there is no lack of pure happiness.

Scenes of childhood life wandering in the heart, the memory of the countryside is so nostalgic, once dug for a living, to the land as the lifeline of rural life today happy nostalgia. Although the life is hard and simple, it is constantly broken love, can not give up the love, often return to the memory of the old time.

The dawn of summer ushered in the sky full of stars, the moonlight was bright, illuminating the night in the countryside, the stars and the moon were shining all over the ground, and the quiet night was very bright. The insects in the grass chirped at the beat of the music, breaking the quiet night but not noisy, more quiet and beautiful. Fireflies fly gently in the night, flickering like soft lights in mid-air. The night in the countryside flows quietly, but it has the vocal beauty given by nature, piecing together a unique night scene of the countryside.

After a gap of many years, I went back to my hometown in April this year. When the car came to my hometown, it was beyond recognition. I had no trace of my childhood impression, and my familiar hometown was completely strange in front of my eyes. A prosperous and brand-new scene, I did not expect that my hometown had changed so much!

In the past, the country road was muddy and winding, but now it is a straight, wide, smooth and comfortable asphalt road, with a green landscape planted in the middle of the road, like a colorful ribbon. On both sides of the highway, the beautiful and vibrant crop fields, the fresh air mixed with the fragrance from the soil, the present beauty is boundless, the endless green and melancholy scenery, the quiet and elegant rural scenery.

Under the Beijing-Zhuhai Expressway into the city, this road goes all the way to my house, not like a high speed, except that there is no closed barrier on the left and right sides and there is no difference. The hometown road now crisscross, extending in all directions, like a take-off dragon.

Some new residential areas are being built along the highway of the old house, and high-rise buildings stand erect on the green fields, rising in the vast flat land, bringing a modern atmosphere to the old land. But my childhood memories blurred the line of sight, can not find the direction, the car passed by the old house, but I do not know where the old house is!

I traced the traces of my childhood hometown along the muddy path I once walked, which now has very few people, is full of grass, and has no bare soil of the past. Walking in the hometown that I haven't seen for a long time, I sparkled with the time of my childhood in my mind and returned to the old house where I was far away from love. Brick by tile in the eyes of this time is so warm and emotional, in the fleeting years to withstand the joys and sorrows of God, in the seasons do not fade, still the same

The old house in my hometown is the scenery I miss most, surrounded by endless fields, fish ponds with clear water, rich local flavor, quiet and elegant environment, such as Yunjuan Yunshu, so simple and natural that there is no need to dress up. The blue sky is incomparably pure, the broad pastoral green fields make people comfortable and open-minded, and the fresh air makes people feel refreshed. The silence between heaven and earth is a peace and harmony, without the hustle and bustle and neon of the city. There is no complexity behind the prosperity of the city, the cold warmth of human feelings, the lure of honor and luxury, and the lure of money and money, which makes people less impetuous to the confusion of material lust for fame and wealth.

I suddenly feel that the most graceful scenery in my heart is calm and simple, that is, the family is accompanied by affection, and the health, peace, warmth and happiness of a family are the greatest happiness!

I have left my hometown for too long, as if I went back in time and went back to the old house where I was born and raised and warmed up. Strands of love is like a green tree, with green leaves telling their affection for the roots on the thick branches. The passage of time does not wave away the memory, take away everything before, just the old face, and the hometown becomes clearer.

Memory of the hometown: a golden field of rape flowers in spring, bees singing buzzing songs, butterflies dancing gently and colorful, happily flying in the fields of flowers. In summer, under the company of the Frog Prince, the green seedlings in the paddy fields are rice pans in the homes of ordinary people, and crops full of hope. Autumn is the mature ears of rice, a gust of autumn wind blows, the fields set off golden sparkling waves, the bumper harvest makes people smile. Rape is planted in winter to protect the fields from birds and scarecrows. Rape is not afraid of the cold of silver frost. It takes root, grows and blooms in the fields lovingly. When another round of spring comes, the golden flowers are fragrant in villages and fields.

The development of society has changed the hometown of childhood, pursuing material richness, destroying the innocence and richness of the native land while creating a happy life. Time is just a cycle of dawn and night, sunset and sunrise, and has no intention to change the original, the progress of the times has revolutionized this land. In the years of wind and frost baptism, in the long life, the love of hometown, the love of hometown has been perfectly stored.

Alone watching the grass grow around the flying, uninhabited empty house, the front and back of the house is full of luxuriant grass, a kind of warm feelings, vicissitudes of life sentimental. I took out my cell phone and took a picture of what was once beautiful, and memories flooded in. I am glad that these photos are so precious today. Because the old house is facing the expropriation of demolition, there is no chance to leave the style and old appearance of the old house again.

On the rain shield at the back door of the old house, the cactus is still here, beautiful and delicate. In the wind and rain, the scorching sun and cold winter, after years of changes so far intact, the growth is still so exuberant green, people are surprised that it adheres to the master and moved. For nearly 30 years, this pot of cactus is not easy! It also evokes the heartstrings in my memory.

Hometown! Make every wanderer haunted by his dreams, like a flower that never withered, never withered, never dimmed in the depths of the heart! Whenever I hear the local accent nurtured by soil and water in my ear, thoughts always pour in in an instant!

Finally from the bottom of my heart to realize the resonance similar to the travelers all over the world: the scenery of traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers and classic scenic spots all over the world is not as beautiful as a river and muddy path in my hometown, and the most beautiful scenery in the world is not as beautiful as my hometown! This is every wanderer's unforgettable feeling of hometown.

Hometown in my memory is like a picture fixed in the eyes, never lost in the passage of time, accompany me for a long life!

Author: oral and oral