Goodbye tree-lined path

18.3.30 It will be sunny and foggy on Friday.

Hyo-Sung Bae is written under the pseudonym Shan Yao.

In the morning, I was emotional again. Looking at the white smog outside the window, I was silently nostalgic. A song called "Looking Back" lifted the boundaries of tears. When the tearful lyrics passed by, my face had already missed the train and signed the sail of this memory.

When I was a child, the tree-lined path to school was so white. But it is an endless granular fog, which can't be seen within one meter. It's cool, like playing hide-and-seek in gauze. Everything is clean and every breath of air is fresh. I walked around in the fog at will, as if I couldn't find my way, and I was so psychedelic that I had to distinguish it carefully. Listen quietly to the cuckoo's song in the distance, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo! Rhythmic oars also came from the river under the south slope of the tree-lined path; There is also the sound of wild birds flapping on the water when they wake up, and sometimes they occasionally hear the sound of fish jumping out of the water and drifting. When the sun gets warmer, the fog disappears. Looking around, everything is brand-new. The leaves and petals sparkle, especially the cobwebs on the branches, which are covered with small drops of water and sparkle like beautiful jewels. Many wild flowers are also quietly blooming in the fog. A breeze blew, and the dew in the petals was shaken off and turned into n small broken beads, which kept slipping among the grass leaves. At this time, more birds began to jump and chirp in the Woods. The little squirrel occasionally looks on the dirt road. When you walk in, they will run to the branches. Walking on the road, you can smell the transpiration of leaves, flowers and soil. I hummed a little song as I walked, dedicated it to everyone on the road. I think they will hear and understand what they are singing, and the songs echo the rhythm that must be in tune with nature.

In spring, grass buds loom on both sides of the tree-lined path. Children often encounter brown things like steamed buns, which are called horse urine bubbles. Curious people will scramble to step on it, and soot-like powder makeup will be blown out of the bag, which has an unpleasant smell and looks like a smoke bomb. After several spring rains, wild vegetables began to grow wildly. There are many kinds of wild vegetables, such as dandelion, mugwort bud, bitter herb and shepherd's purse. After finishing my homework, I always dig by the roadside with a small basket on my arm. There are always fresh pickles on the table. About a month later, slowly other grasses began to grow taller, and some wild vegetables became old after the season. When we go back to school after lunch, we can also find a sour pulp pole in the grass to stimulate our appetite and digest it. You can eat a little garlic and leeks occasionally, and it seems that there is no shortage of snacks.

Near June, when school is over at noon, the children are all in a hurry, drilling around in Tuhao ditch, not just for lunch, but for looking for big leaf sour pulp, old celery and wild strawberries. At this time, dandelions are in full bloom, hanging in the grass like egg yolk, and butterflies are attracted. Bees are flying up and down, some children are chasing butterflies and playing, and I am paying attention to patrol. As I walked, I looked for a place with many seedlings. If I find the exact good position, I will dive into the grass and squat down in ecstasy, sniffing the sweet fruit quietly with my nose, and I will always get a delicious fruit, and occasionally I will be taken away by naughty children. The rest of the fruit written in your hand should be taken home to mix with sugar or canned pickled peppers.

In summer, wild fruit trees on both sides of the road are holding romantic dances. Smelly plum blossoms hang in strings, and white flowers flow down from the branches like waterfalls. The fragrance of flowers is particularly sweet, which makes people approach and marvel. I wonder if they fell into the charming rouge box. Fraxinus mandshurica is in full bloom with pink flowers, each of which is shy and full of girlish shyness; Wild Rosa roxburghii trees are dotted with pink flowers, and the fragrance is as attractive as honey. How can you not stop for a moment and take a deep breath? I don't know when, the grass under the tree began to get busy, as if a class was about to come out, looking at the grass on the hillside. Many colorful wild flowers are in full bloom, and peony, lily, daisy and other clusters are in full bloom. We struggle to drink rain and dew, bask in the sun and laugh with us every day. This is the ocean of flowers, and this is my dress, which brings infinite reverie to the children on the road.

Sometimes it often rains during the trip. Because there is usually no rain gear at home, children have to put up with the taste of being caught in the rain. In spring and autumn, raindrops are urgent, big and cold, which will hurt a little when hitting the body; Most of the rain in summer is very small and fine, which not only relieves the heat, but also itches. I dare not hide under the big tree in the tree-lined path easily, because the adults said that they would be struck by lightning and let the rain flow from head to foot. Taking a bath in hot summer is no less than taking a bath in the city! Drive away dust and fatigue. Every day after rain, it always takes turns to perform. From a distance, you can see many clouds hanging between heaven and earth. Continuous showers, vertical, oblique and intermittent, will pour down in an instant, making people unprepared. White clouds in the blue sky are unpredictable, sometimes as high as snow peaks; Sometimes it gets dark, raindrops hit the dirt road and the dust flies. In an instant, the puddle was full of blisters. It's often just a trickle of rain overhead, then it stops for a while and starts to burn again, and the clothes dry before they get home. Sometimes I will experience the moment of hail, and I will be numb when I hit my body! Cold temperatures can make people sneeze and chill. When it doesn't thunder, just hide under the pine tree for a while. The smell of rain is always astringent, with the smell of earth, not as good as the smell of grass in well water.

Tree-lined paths are always full of poetry. Autumn comes in August and September. The leaves are red as fire and yellow as gold, and the steps of drifting away are staggered in the eyes. The fruit branches begin to bend down, and you can pick the fruit as soon as you reach out. Grape fruit is red and transparent, and it will fall when touched lightly. It tastes sweet and sour, and the juice will stain your tongue and clothes. The black and smelly plum fruit is purple, and a string is like a bead curtain. Every bean looks like a chubby bean. It is very elastic to pinch with your fingers and tastes very astringent and sweet. This juice will dye your teeth and tongue red and purple, and it will leave a thick layer of protons. When you grin, your face will be funny. Green red jujube, looking at the hook from a distance, is expected to quench your thirst. I think the name may be because of the appearance. The long fruit stalks really seem like seven or eight foreign nails nailed in Mu Cha. Only by taking a sip of white sugar and pickling the fruit soup can its sour taste be reduced, and it will always be the most popular among children. In late autumn, the fruit of Zizyphus jujuba will be red, soft and sweet after frosting, and the jam is also delicious. On both sides of the tree-lined path, you can also pick some nuts from the hazelnut tree. Just like the chaos in Huang Yingying, three or five nuts are crowded together. Don't bite the peel in a hurry. Acidity is several times worse than vinegar. Usually after picking, it will be dried in the sun for a few days, and the peel will automatically shell when it begins to dry. Occasionally, on the grass tree after the rain, you can also pick up some mushrooms next to the old roots, including white mushrooms, hazelnut mushrooms, yellow mushrooms and many poisonous mushrooms. Usually, the more beautiful mushrooms are, the more toxic they are, and they will be weird or enchanting. At this time, dandelions in autumn began to bear furry seeds, one after another shook their lovely heads in the breeze, and the children happily competed with each other on the road. You blow my hand, I blow his hand, and they have a good time. I see small parasols everywhere in the wind.

The winter in the north is always very long, and the cold wind blows the shady path in a mess. They are masterpieces of high winds passing through the cracks in trees. They hide and pile up, turning snow shells into one after another, and children always roll and play on them. The pine trees on both sides of the road are still dark green and covered with thick snow. Shake the branches hard, and snow blocks and floating snow foam will fall off. Sometimes you walk on the road, inadvertently. It will also blow the snow from the branches out of the spinning and diffuse on the road. Children will rush to meet it in high spirits, but occasionally they will hide their faces. Children's little faces are sometimes fanned, and they can't stand the ravages of the wind and snow. Sometimes they feel as painful as that knife! The dried flowers on both sides of the road are still rustling in the ditch by the wind. We turned around after school, and now we insert a few laps around the river bank that was cleaned first, which adds a little fun to our skating rink and often attracts small sparrows to eat!

Tree-lined paths witness the growth of every child. In the absence of a watch, you should properly arrange to go to school twice a day, learn to recognize and evaluate shadows, be playful on the road, and run in a hurry. Sometimes I get carried away, I forget that I will be late on the way, occasionally I will be late, and I will be punished by the teacher for standing at the door listening to a class. Most mornings are reading poems and reciting texts while walking; At noon, a large group of people are slapping home for lunch; I often get together to sing home after school in the evening. Boys usually arrive early every time they go on the road, because they can climb on the driving agricultural vehicles and the leisure ox carts are not much faster, but girls are still too timid and weak to sit. So brave boys are always smirking, getting carried away in the car, cheering and jumping like monkeys, constantly shuttling between branches.

Slowly, I began to learn to ride a bike like an adult. At first, I only learned to pick my crotch and twisted my calf, leaving a gray brown scar. Once I practiced cycling on a tree-lined path and saw two aunts chatting about how skilled and relaxed they were. Unlike me, after riding a short distance, my panting legs were sore and numb. I gathered up my courage and learned to take a difficult step and crossed the beam. As a result, I couldn't sit in my seat because I was short, so I had to shake my ass and reach for the pedal. I finally climbed a gentle slope and watched the two people in front disappear from a distance. I didn't have any strength and plunged into the ditch on the side of the road and was pinned down by the car. I struggled for a long time and couldn't get out. I didn't shout at all. Because it is far from the village and there are few people coming and going, I huddled under the car to save my strength. Pull out one arm and one leg and move out bit by bit, but the body is still strained and won't swell for a long time! There are many interesting memories on the tree-lined path. I remember once going to the county seat for an exam, and I lost one hundred dollars in my pocket on the way. Fortunately, a teacher paid for the problem and went home to comfort my parents. Maybe one day, on my way to school, I may dig up the lost treasure while looking for grass! After a long time, no one found it. I think it was blown into the water by the wind and floated away! When I was informed, I rode too fast and fell on the slope of the tree-lined path. I cut my palm and the gravel was soaked in the meat. I seem to be filled with joy over the pain, only to see the shadow still flying, but I am still excited to continue flying home.

I have been studying, working and married for many years. Occasionally go back to my hometown, always get off early and walk through the tree-lined path. But it has no trace of childhood, and it can see the village far away without the shelter of a Fang Shulin on the road. Perhaps it is because of the fear that heavy snow will close the road, which may affect the opening time. One side of the forest has been cleared, and the dirt road has been built into a cement road, while the other side of the forest is still there, and so is the river under the tree slope. However, due to the construction of the dam, it was not jubilant. The times are progressing rapidly, and it is necessary to make life convenient and prevent floods, but the sadness in my heart is also difficult to repair. That beautiful tree-lined path is how cool you gave me when I was resting. Do you remember when I sold melons on the road? Do you remember when I pulled a sleigh and sold gadgets in the city? All this will be engraved in my childhood forever. Whenever I leave my hometown, I will always be reluctant to go, squeezing my fingers hard and wetting my handkerchief with tears countless times! Goodbye tree-lined path, I still love you! Attach a poem to you!

Funeral method in hometown

In Nanshan, boulevard, flowers and plants, Qingshui center,

Sing my persistence! Hometown, sleepless and desolate.