Prose 1: Hometown
In the afternoon when I left my hometown, I caught a bad cold. When I was living in a foreign land, I ate a lot of cold-specific drugs. It was not until the moment I returned to my hometown that I recovered from my cold. Later, I learned that this is not a disease, but a sequela after leaving my hometown.
My hometown is in a town under the jurisdiction of an unknown town in northwest Anhui. The town is small, populous and dilapidated. Life in the village, three meals a day, simple tea and simple clothes. Occasionally there are meat dishes, but we don't often see them at the dinner table. There are three or four fashionable buildings in the village, as well as dilapidated mud brick thatched houses. Education is relatively backward, and there are not many real college students in the village. I also secretly made up my mind to build roads and sports facilities for my hometown when I am developed. Physical injury can be cured, and the neglect of ideological education is the most terrible. Being in a slightly prosperous city, my restless body and soul miss that place so much. What do you want to do for her? What should I do?
In the early autumn of 20**, I left my hometown, the town where I lived for many years, and all the familiar people and things, in order to study and the expectations of people around me and relatives. The moment before the train roared, I looked back and cried countless times. The moment the train pulled out of the platform, all the scenes about my hometown changed from clear to vague, and then from vague to clear, which tortured me all the way. I hate myself, and I hate that time was too hasty, leaving my mother suffering. Countless times I passed by my hometown, but I didn't have time to kiss and touch it. Engraved in the unchanging language of strong local accent, printed in my heart the appearance of my hometown. I was very tired when I was away. I looked at the photos of my mother and the village I took at home before I left, printed them out and put them on my desk. I take them out when I miss them, as if I have never left, and they are still with me. When the homesickness is getting stronger and stronger, I will take photos and talk to my mother about the recent oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea at home and the homeliness outside the village. Those trivial things in life are the only way for me to know my hometown now.
When a person comes to a strange city, when he first arrives, the sense of rejection in a foreign land is extremely strong. I've been suffering from insomnia since I started school for more than a month. Wake up in the middle of the night and look at the darkness with your eyes open. It was quiet around, and the roar of the train whizzing by came from my ear, and my homesickness became stronger and stronger. The bus to my hometown is leaving, but I can't come back.
During the Eleventh Holiday, the bus that took me back to my hometown sped at a speed of more than 0/00 kilometers per hour, and the scenery, villages and white sunshine along the way reversed at full speed. I seem to have dreamed of such a scene countless times, but I can't remember it anymore. Passing the market intersection, the wind is blowing and a handful of dust is rolled up. The fruit stall owner narrowed his eyes. Passengers get on and off, pull luggage belt, turn around and walk home with gifts. As the car went on, both sides of the road were widened and the walls were painted white and gray. The river flows slowly to the south, and the wheat fields on the other side grow quietly. When I woke up, I returned to my hometown, began to grow and began to recuperate.
After so long, I finally understand that life in my hometown, the most boring and dull day at ordinary times, is now like a flower in my heart. In a strange city, I like to stand by and watch the window. I understand the simplest words in the world. I am old and eager to go back to my hometown and my mother's arms. That unforgettable homesickness is getting stronger and stronger.
I have never understood the meaning of the word hometown. I looked it up in the dictionary and asked Baidu. Never get a satisfactory answer. Now I try to define a place called my hometown. I have reviewed my dream countless times. But now there is no such naive idea. The so-called hometown, I think, is just the last stop where our ancestors stopped. Redefinition is impossible. I can only think that the place where I grew up is full of all my childhood memories and witnessed my early adulthood, which is called my hometown.
Prose 2: Hometown
At present, I have never left my hometown, but this hometown is not my hometown, but the memory of ten years ago, the green trees, ponds and unforgettable people in my childhood.
Our village is on the one-day river north of the railway. It is said that there was a temple called Shui Ying Temple in ancient times, so our village is called Shui Ying Village. However, the temple had fallen down for many years before I was born, and I have never seen it. But it has no effect on our village. I only know that the village was simple and natural when I was a child, and there was a harmonious atmosphere everywhere.
The village in my hometown is a village of trees. In the countryside, especially in the plains around us, there are trees and people almost everywhere. From a distance, it is green first, followed by a layer of light green, followed by a dark green almost invisible clump, which extends to the distance layer by layer. There are few families among those green trees, and more are big villages. Of course, our village is the largest village within ten miles of Fiona Fang, Fiona Fang, and there are many small villages in it. When I was a child, the countryside was poor. Most families will plant a few trees in front of their doors, and when their children grow up, they will cut them down as dowry. Therefore, no matter how poor the family is, there will always be several green trees in front of the door. Of course, some can't be cut down, and some are century-old trees handed down by our ancestors, which are symbols of strong incense in the village. The trees of every household are connected together, and from a distance, a beautiful shade forest is formed.
The trees in my hometown are tall and lush, which bring us joy in childhood. Every summer, the lush leaves on the tree ring in the wind, and under the tree are aunts and grandfathers. They often drink tea leisurely with an old cattail leaf fan, but they have the pleasure of watching the clouds roll and relax. Moreover, there are often bird's nests on tall poplars, which was our goal when we were young. No matter what bird it is, as long as it is targeted by us, there is no reason not to come down! I still remember that several people climb trees quickly, but parents generally don't allow their children to climb up and down, which is considered too dangerous. But how can these constraints control teenagers' naughty interests? Therefore, digging out the bird's nest has become the first interesting thing in children's childhood. No matter how tall the tree is, they just support the trunk with their hands, and their feet climb up very flexibly as if they were on a tree. When they reached the branch where the bird's nest was, they crawled forward bit by bit. At this time, all the children under the tree were absorbed and even stared at the people in the tree in a thrilling way. When the man touches the bird's nest with one hand, he will scream with excitement, dance after coming down from the tree, show off in front of his partner with a young bird, and get a scolding when he gets home. Now there are still those trees in my hometown, but it's hard to see anyone on them. Occasionally, they are loggers.
Not only trees, but also the water in my hometown is clear and smart.
The nearest is the river near the village, or the big ditch. Because it is not very wide, it looks seven or eight meters, but it is very long. The water there is very clear, and when the breeze blows, small ripples slowly flow to the south. And it is also summer, when the river is also the busiest. The river is full of reeds. In the south, there is a stone dam two or three miles away from the village. Behind the stone dam is an open water surface, and then surrounded by reeds. Girls in the village never go at noon, because that's our man's territory. Every hot day, many people go there to take a bath, especially children. It is common to see a 12-or 13-year-old doll standing naked on the stone dam, with her hands open and her back to the sky, embracing the sky like Ruth in Titanic, and then plopping into the water. They play naughtily in the water, like elves. No matter how deep the water is, they can always come and go, except me, of course
The water in my hometown is not only our paradise, but also a rich fish town endowed by nature!
Every late autumn, there are always people in the village who organize pumping to catch fish. They cut off a section of the river, built two mud dams, and then pumped water with several diesel engines in the middle. People outside the organization will gather on both sides of the river to watch, and from time to time shout "Yo, dog eggs, fish, yo, bastard, in front of the dam." In short, they will be very enthusiastic. When the water is running out, only thick water plants are left, layer by layer. I don't know what brother Zhimo will feel when he sees it ... The key is that the fish on it, without water, can only jump around and wriggle on the water, watching us children itch and have an impulse to catch fish. Towards the end of the evening, they began to divide the fish. The people in the village are very generous, and those who don't take part in fishing will be divided into several kinds, so that the people in the village can go home happily and prepare a sumptuous dinner. These things can't be seen now, but when I see the river, I always think of those things in those days, so I often keep silent for a long time.
The most important thing is that those people at that time were simple, naive, kind, lovely and smart. Now more than ten years have passed, and they have grown into big girls and boys. They often go to the river and walk in the Woods, recalling those beautiful and unforgettable things in those years. Hometown has also become our past country and memory. Now looking at reeds, stone dams, villages ... good times always pass quickly, so the innocence of our generation ends in the years. We go to the top of society, explore the world outside the village and fight for our childhood dreams. But no matter when and where, we will remember that we came out of the village where we met the water.
Hometown exists in the past and also in this brand-new village. No matter how many tiles the house has changed, it will always be our hometown, our hometown.