In this wonderful and warm place, the sun will never be hot, because it can't bear to disturb such a quiet village, just secretly hiding behind the clouds and watching curiously. Those clouds, like a flying butterfly, lie quietly over the village, very peaceful, sweet and charming ... Perhaps, in their view, this village is just a huge flower with inexhaustible honey juice. Sometimes, the plane comes to join in the fun. When it glides over the village like an eagle, a long hada will appear in the sky, floating gently and then landing on the wings of a butterfly.
What a beautiful picture this is. Cicada's wings are as transparent as those of a girl, and people can never reach its core.
When I got up in the morning, the dew wet the sun. This time is suitable for doing anything: cutting bare water plants once, hoeing watermelon fields once, picking a well water … I can do whatever I want. Because there is no sound when cooking cigarettes at this time, and the watchdog has no sound. At such times, you can't help but relax and let yourself think nothing, just like a baby lying in its mother's arms, letting time flow quietly in a kind of warmth. Don't shout at this time, or you will destroy the peace here. Also, don't look up at the sky at this time, because the sky at this time is as beautiful as a cocktail, which will make you indulge in the fields or crops.
At noon, the villagers have no habit of taking a nap. In their view, every sunny day may become heavy food. Beans have to be picked, garlic has been bolting, cattle and sheep are hungry, firewood is insufficient, and the trench behind the house has to be cleaned ... these are all waiting for people to do. Anyway, the sun is very soft, and it is not tired to have a rest; It's just that I am really tired. A bowl of cold well water poured down my stomach, and I was cold and tired all over.
When night falls, the smoke from the kitchen chimney fills the village like milk, and the air is full of the smell of firewood burning. At this time, the countryside must be boiling up. After school, children, whether playing on the grass beach or hay, running around the mountain with their dogs, or helping their father lead the cattle and sheep, will bring their cheerful laughter to the extreme; After the elderly mother-in-law or young daughter-in-law rises from the kitchen, they quickly run out of the house, or sprinkle dust on their bodies or set up a megaphone with their hands, opening their throats and calling their children home loudly; At this time, cows, sheep and dogs also join in the fun, or shout loudly, or enjoy themselves. All kinds of voices are intertwined, which is the most essential voice in the countryside and the movement of life.
The village is very small, as small as a handful of rice, a vegetable and a ray of sunshine. A down-to-earth day, firmly grasped by the villagers, overflowed through the fingers, and there was still some visible happiness. The village is so big, my pen is at a loss, and the sum of countless sentences is less than the weight of a square foot of soil; Because, I am a bud growing in that soil.
In fact, the village is very old, like a painting. The vast majority of people here have been guarding the land and mountains all their lives. Perhaps, the mountain is too high for them to walk out; Perhaps, the land is too fertile to keep their footsteps. In a year, as long as there is enough food to eat and a big fat pig is slaughtered during the Chinese New Year, happiness will bloom on their faces. Some old people in the village have not left Fiona Fang for 20 miles. A county road has been built in the village, but there are still more than a dozen old people in the village who have never taken the bus. They guarded the quiet village until they died. After they drive the crane westward, the soul will only float over the village, or it will become a cloud over the village.
One year, my cousin who worked in Guangzhou went back to the village to visit her aunt. Just entering the house, as soon as he saw his aunt, he leaned on her shoulder and tears of happiness came to his eyes. People in their twenties and thirties cry like a child in a dog's tail hat in front of their mother. Then, he ate a big bowl of white rice and a big bowl of fat pot meat, as if to swallow the whole hometown. Aunt watched him eat, and the gullies on her face were all clean.
There are several streams flowing around the village forever. When they came out of the cave called Longdong, they sang songs and ran around the village. I love this place so much, or I just wander around the village, just like the clouds above the village. When I woke up, the next day it was still hovering over the village, dancing. ...
When my cousin left, he stopped when he passed the stream. He looked up at the clouds in the sky, his lips wriggled, trying to say something, but he choked up again. For a long time, he leaned down and drank enough water. Then, I took out the military kettle I carried with me and poured it all over the floor. He said he would take the water back to Guangzhou and drink it slowly. When my cousin filled the water, his expression was dignified. He filled it, poured it out and filled it again. Then, tighten the cover firmly.
A kettle, full, full of hometown! The sky of a village is covered with footprints!
Words: wonderful, warm, hot, disturbing, quiet, serene, sweet, charming, huge, pure, warm, transparent, sunny, heavy, clean, soft, cold, cool, full of boiling and interweaving.
Sentence: Those clouds, like flying butterflies, lie quietly over the village, very quiet, sweet and charming. ...
What a beautiful picture this is. Cicada's wings are as transparent as those of a girl, and people can never reach its core.
When night falls, the smoke from the kitchen chimney fills the village like milk, and the air is full of the smell of firewood burning.
Zhang: The village is very small, as small as a handful of rice, a vegetable and a ray of sunshine. A down-to-earth day, firmly grasped by the villagers, overflowed through the fingers, and there was still some visible happiness. The village is so big, my pen is at a loss, and the sum of countless sentences is less than the weight of a square foot of soil; Because, I am a bud growing in that soil.
I will think of you in the floating clouds.
Appreciate:
Clouds are footprints in the sky, and wanderers care about their hometown!
The sky is clear and transparent, with blue and no dross! The village is quiet and harmonious, inclusive and warm and harmonious!
Clouds are elegant, but no matter how they float, they can't float out of the sky; A wanderer is a wanderer, but no matter how wandering, he can't run out of his hometown.
Yes, wanderers are floating clouds, and our hometown is our sky.
The novel metaphor is a kind of silk texture, smooth but not greasy, beautiful but not demon. It not only brings us to a colorful imaginary world, but also expresses the theme of the article tactfully: lingering homesickness is the most sincere emotion and cry of every wanderer.
From the morning with dew to the sunny noon, and then to the smoky evening, the village is full of happy voices from quiet to noisy, from work to rest. Beautiful and quiet villages nurture hardworking and simple people. What a philosophical sentence: "If the sky were to fall, it would be firmly in the hands of the villagers". Living honestly, simply and fully is the true meaning of life.
The beautiful land in my hometown is our eternal home and the eternal concern of wanderers. ...
Throughout the text, the word "happiness" is revealed between the lines: happy village, beautiful picture scroll, kind folks, peaceful life and the soul of returning home. ...
Good words: rage, impermanence, exultation, laxity, quietness, elegance, admiration and bewilderment.
Good sentence: I will suddenly smash the glass in front of me when I watch Yan Zhen return to the north in the sky; Listening to Li Guyi's sweet singing, I will slam what I have at hand on the surrounding walls.
Yellow flowers are elegant, white flowers are noble, purple flowers are warm and deep, and the autumn wind is blooming brilliantly.
It is difficult for us to have such a bold mind. I don't know how every grain of soil, every spray and every cloud neon accumulated when we accumulated to that vastness.
If love is more than hate, the hut will be bright and warm, like a golden pond with red carp swimming, which is your great blessing; If you hate more than love, the cabin will be miserable, ghosts will haunt you, and your spirit will be very sad and depressed.
Otherwise, when pigeons take the place of magpies, Li will become stiff and there will be no peace at home.
1. Safe and sound. 2. doubts in my heart. 3. Shake my gun with tears. 5. Give a banquet. 6. exhausted. 7. Flatter. 8. Hold high. 9. Escape in pain. 10. Obsession. 1 1. eager to win. 12.05. burn incense and calculate divination 16. How outrageous 17. I feel bad 18. Anger at the crown 19. As hot as fire. Have something to say 2 1. Murder by the sword 22. Shoot like a god. Do evil 24. Can't move 25.
29. it's not moving. 30. The morale of the army is very chaotic. 365,438+0. Three souls and seven spirits. 32. Second is it. 33. Return home in triumph. 34. Win the crown of the three armed forces. 35. Unwilling to do what people want to do. 37. Full of tears and freshness. 38. brains burst. 39. sing empty. 40. There is nothing to do.
Good sentences:
1. Just as they were pushing each other, I saw a colorful auspicious cloud flying and a Taoist priest falling from the air. He is a Taoist priest who burns lanterns in Jue Yuan Cave, Lingjiusan.
2. Seeing the cold fog and the rustling of hentai, the Buddha pointed to the ground and saw two Bai Lianhua flowers on the flat ground.
3. After the reed awning was completed, the awning was covered with flowers, the floor was covered with carpets, and immortals came one after another.
4. The Buddha stepped into the array with a white lotus and a big bucket of golden lotus. There were five white lights shining on the ground between the fingers of his left hand. There was a lotus above the white light, and there were five lights on the lotus to guide the way.
Ziya kept practicing, so that the ice and snow melted and washed down like a flood, and then it was windy and cloudy, freezing Qishan into a piece.