I had insomnia again. I felt a slight chill on my cheeks and wiped it away with a handkerchief. Did he cry again in his dream? Hehe, you are a man, why do you always get tears in your eyes every time you dream of returning to your hometown? I always cry my heart out in the ardent watch! I feel homesick, and every time I think of the plants, trees, mountains and rivers in my hometown during my wandering life, my heart is filled with waves!
My hometown is a small town under the jurisdiction of Tai'an, Shandong Province. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery and is famous all over the world. It is at the foot of Mount Tai, the most famous of the five mountains. The small town is a national outstanding garden city with lush trees and fresh environment. I have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers and seen beautiful scenery, but only the mountains and rivers of my hometown remain in my heart.
I felt homesick, so I simply put on my clothes and looked out the window. The wind in May gently knocks on the window lattice, and it hurts the wanderer's heart. The night is vast, the new moon is like a hook, my thoughts fly to my hometown, and the memories there appear before my eyes like scenes from a movie...
My childhood is romantic and innocent. I was naughty and active at that time. Every summer, the pond in the village becomes a place for heroes. In June, it rained heavily, so water poured in from all directions and drained through the pond to the small river outside the village. After the sunny day, it’s time for my friends and I to show off our skills. Ignoring the women who were washing clothes on the dam, I took off my clothes and jumped into the water. I let the splashes of water wet the clothes of those women. I didn't care about the unscrupulous accusations and accusations of those women. Ridicule. In the water, you can paddle, paddle, backstroke, etc. The white stripes in the waves show their true colors. Playing to one's heart's content, I forgot about the time. I felt hungry when my mother called out again and again. I covered my painful ears with my hands and followed my mother back home. On a midsummer night, I brought my mat to the pond dam. The breeze blew, the coolness caressed my face, I listened to the frogs chirping, and I rested in my dreams on the stars in the sky. That kind of comfort is really unforgettable.
When I was a child, I longed for nothing more than the arrival of the New Year. No matter what, my mother would spare no effort to pull out a few feet of fabric to make a few new clothes. Those colorful candy cubes alone attracted the attention. (It is a custom in our country that no matter how difficult it is for every household to celebrate the New Year, they must provide candy cubes and melon seeds to entertain the neighbors who pay New Year greetings.) So, early in the morning, I couldn’t wait to go from house to house and kowtow to pay New Year greetings. Everyone kowtows to the elders. I didn’t understand that at that time, but every family had to kowtow for those colorful things, so that my trouser pockets were full. Now that I think about it, I am really laughing and laughing, and I have to admire myself.
The New Year’s Eve after the snow is even more charming. My friends and I ran on the fields, threw snowballs and had snowball fights. Regardless of the fact that my little hands were as cold as steamed buns, the snowballs were coming one after another like a volley of cannons, but my shots were perfect, with a 100% hit rate, and everyone who was popular was willing to join my group. Even though I got kicked out of my dirty clothes when I got home, I still enjoyed it.
In the winter when the cold wind howls, everything is silent, and the frozen pond becomes a paradise for children. And I am indispensable among them. When I was young, I could only follow my elder brother and walk cautiously on the ice. When I realized it was safe, I would immediately jump around like a playful pony, play spinning tops, skate, do everything, and enjoy it.
Thinking of this, I smiled knowingly. The romance and innocence of childhood go together like a shadow, and every bit of my hometown is in my heart!
Childhood is a timeless song, with beauty like pearls engraved in my heart. The childhood in the dream, the sadness that cannot be returned. It must be the season when sophora flowers are fragrant in my hometown at this time. In the village, beside the ditch and river, and on the roadside, there are green locust trees everywhere. The green crown of the tree is like a huge parasol, blocking out the sun, which is really beautiful. The dense layers of emerald-like leaves are dotted with strings of jade-like white flowers, which look particularly beautiful. The flowers of the locust tree are not very big, white and green, with yellow stamens, exuding a sweet fragrance! Every time this happens, I feel happy because I have the time to display my talents again. So, I asked a few friends to go pick locust flowers together! Every time I see the crystal clear locust flowers, I really drool. Thinking of the sophora flower cake baked by my mother, the sweet and fragrant taste, in an instant, I didn’t care about the danger of tearing my pants while climbing a tree, or the pain of being hit by my mother’s broom handle when I got home, I rubbed my hands like a monkey. Climb to the top of the tree and you will gain a lot from both sides.
Enough of being crazy and having enough fun. Like a victorious general, I carried my trophies and strode home with my head held high! My mother washed my Sophora japonica flowers carefully with water, kneaded them into noodles, mixed the noodles and Sophora japonica flowers with oil and fried them into Sophora japonica cakes. They were yellow and translucent, white and fragrant, and they were fragrant and sweet when you put them in your mouth. Not to mention how comfortable it is! I couldn't bear to eat it like this, so I took a pancake (a specialty of Shandong, made from corn, millet, or sweet potato, ground into a paste), rolled the Sophora japonica pancake into the middle, and it tasted delicious. Two words, it smells so good, three words, it smells good! It’s just that my butt was sore from being rubbed by my mother’s broom for several days!
My hometown records joy, and I always think of those innocent years. Sticking cicadas, playing marbles, etc., the game of eagle catching chicks suddenly seemed like yesterday.
Today, I am forced to live in a foreign land. Every time I go home, I am in a hurry. I don’t have enough love for my hometown and my hometown people!
What is my hometown? It is the sparkling tears in the eyes of the wanderer. The hometown is the feeling that the wanderer can never let go. Xi Murong’s tree without annual rings is the narrow ticket in Yu Guang’s hand. The hometown is the boundless ocean that is treasured in the heart. The sea is the soil that wanderers will always be attached to!
The fish belly in the east gradually turned white, and the trees outside the window were clearly visible.
Another sleepless night, the homesick wanderer is filled with melancholy. How is the landscape of his hometown? How are my friends back home? How are all my relatives? Hometown, I miss you. I wish myself a beautiful dream to see my hometown again!