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First of all, the mountains in my hometown
Nearly 60 years old, I finally returned to my hometown after more than 30 years. The suburb, about eight kilometers away from the town, is the central nursery of the Forestry Bureau. This used to be my childhood hometown, and it was also the place where I used to live and play. I have a deep memory of the mountains, streams, seedbeds, roads, bridges, houses and wetlands there.
In the mountains around the nursery, when spring comes, the spring breeze blows like a cattail, like a huge broom, sweeping away the thick snow on the roof, the broken snow on the gravel road, and removing the Chen Xue of larch branches. The scorching sun exposed a bronzed face on the sandy highway that had been sleeping for half a year. A long-lost grayish-yellow face also appeared on the hillside. Rhododendron on the top of the mountain quietly spit out her pink pentagonal and hexagonal petals, inadvertently dyed the whole top of the mountain red and flowed on the hillside and at the foot of the mountain. The faint fragrance, pink scrolls and clusters of flowers swaying in the wind make people think, feel relaxed and intoxicated. At this time, the temperature is calm and the weather is fine. When I was a child, I broke free from the shackles of the cold winter, climbed the hillside that was not too steep with my sister, excitedly picked the blooming azaleas, put the bottom of the flowers in my mouth, greedily sucked the dew of azaleas, and were busy in the sea of flowers like two "hummingbirds". Larix gmelinii, the size of washbasin, opened his sleepy eyes and stretched out his inflexible arms assiduously. Sticky saliva wetted the budding green germ and quietly stretched out its prickly needle. With the gradual evaporation of pink, green is quietly covered in the vast forest. The spring breeze is blowing, and the treetops are surging, just like green waves, rippling in the vast forest.
In summer, the sun scorched the Lin Hai in Xing 'an, and the light green in spring suddenly turned into dark green and dark green. On hillsides, under the shade of trees, wetlands and glades, small flowers of various colors compete for beauty. It is fresh and humid, and the air has a strong pine fragrance, filled with all kinds of subtle floral fragrance. The photosynthesis of plants in forests and green spaces has turned my hometown into a huge oxygen base. Unconsciously, natural and pure oxygen is naturally transported to our blood vessels, full of energy and refreshing. When I was a child, my sister and I often looked for and excavated edible herbs on both sides of sandy roads, such as lobular acid pulp and rhizome acid pulp. There are many wild cabbages, wild spinach and wild corn. It looks like lobular acid pulp. They often make their mouths bitter, blue and numb because they taste at will. Finally, these wild vegetables are obviously white. Wild cabbage-thick stem; Wild spinach tip; Corrugated leaves of wild corn. "Small folic acid, small folic acid, thin leaves on both sides. Drilling into the soil (rhizome acid pulp), drilling into the soil, digging out the soil is called acid. " My sister is wearing a blue and white polka dot coat and purple bloomers, followed by a khaki coat and brown bloomers. I, a little guy, everyone is holding the "trophy" excitedly, shouting and jumping, playing in the forest on both sides of the sandy road ... The innocent, romantic and carefree figure of my childhood is deeply engraved in my heart.
The short summer is like a flash in the pan, autumn wind, with its faithful partner-leaves of various shapes. Singing and dancing lightly in the glades, hillsides and hills, suddenly making the sound of leaves falling in the rustling sand, and suddenly drawing a yellow-brown dragon in the sky, sometimes drilling into the sky, sometimes rushing into the wetland, and suddenly disappearing. The forest was touched by the autumn wind and turned grayish brown, and the wetland was cut into light yellow by the autumn wind. Bubbles in the wetland ripple round and round. In late autumn, I don't know when mushrooms will come out one by one, in piles and strings. There are taupe, white and tan, and there are so many patterns.
When I was a child, I was like a little man in the eyes of my sister. Picking mushrooms, I am a small guide, because I am born with a strong sense of direction. Picking mushrooms in the dense forest, I often turn around like a gyro, looking for all kinds of mushrooms hidden in the grass. If I am not careful, I will lose my sense of direction, but I can't go home. My brother and sister never got lost because they went into the mountains to collect products under the forest. They are often praised by their parents as a pair of good children. The plantation in the nursery caught my attention. My mother used to work in this plantation when I was a child. At that time, the saplings in the plantation were not as tall as I was then, but now they have grown into big trees with thick bowls and still maintained the cylindrical shape that people put for them in those years. Every posture is tall and straight, keep your eyes open, stick to your post and let tourists take pictures as a souvenir. The spectacular scene of artificial cultivation of larch coniferous forest in Daxing 'anling is widely known.
Second, the stream in my hometown and the simple house with mud in it.
Wow, wow, the sound of running water from the stream came into my ears intermittently. I jumped off my bike and looked inside. A winding stream about one meter wide, flashing light flashed into my field of vision. Thirty or forty years have passed, and this stream still maintains its original appearance! The water is still so clear, so pure, so different shades. The green grass on both sides of the stream is still so green, so green and so deep. However, the small bushes that didn't exist in those years, I don't know when they began to flourish, blocking my eyes. At the foot of the small bridge, a new layer of flat cement deck was built, which was widened into a "two-way" road that can pass through two trucks at the same time. Both sides of the bridge deck are faithfully protected by solid, cement-made cubic lattice guardrails about one meter high. Under the small bridge, the clear stream happily and tirelessly turns over a small splash, in a circular pool made of cement, just like the "moon gate" in ancient buildings, "around the field", and then flows downstream through the "moon gate" I used to play here in my childhood. At that time, there was a large "beach" paved with pebbles of different sizes, shapes and colors on both sides of the stream. Choose different colors of river pebbles on the beach to build a fantastic "Great Wall", an imaginary "building" and an imaginary "road, bridge and culvert". The adults all went to work in the seedbed. On the beach, only my sister and I were busy choosing the figure of the pebbles of the Sino-Italian River, and no one disturbed our "river pebble creation". We take pains to pose various shapes with river pebbles, explain the ostentation and extravagance of "shapes" to each other, and let go of our imagination of the future. I like fishing, and I have to start with this little unknown stream. On one occasion, the two sisters built the "Great Wall" with pebbles and even put it in a stream. A "Great Wall" made of pebbles, large and small, stands in a shallow stream only one foot deep. When the water in the stream flows through the pebbles of the Great Wall, it makes a rushing sound and shines in the morning light. Suddenly, the colorful light became messy, and we two sisters quickly took a closer look. We saw dozens of chubby Liugener fish with a length of more than ten centimeters, stuck their heads in the cobblestones under the "Great Wall", and their tails cocked high and kept swinging. The white belly of the fish shocked our ladies' faces, and they were at a loss for a moment. At this moment, they wake up, as if after a long time, there are a considerable number of small fish on the beach. The feeling of catching fish, chubby, slippery and soft memories, has always been printed in my heart. The unexpected harvest excited us both, and we were still crying for catching fish in our sleep. This childhood stream was my favorite when I was playing.
Staring at the direction of the stream, I couldn't help riding my bike forward, eager to find the humble house with mud in it where I lived as a child. In my memory, two "homes" with "lantern boards" and high and low boards with mud on the roof have long since disappeared. What you see is an old-fashioned house with mud in it for more than twenty years. Fortunately, the "riddled" wall with dry mud between gray stripes still retains the appearance in my childhood memory. The window lattice is still an old-fashioned window lattice, but the "lantern board" on the roof has been replaced by a rectangular board. When you look closer, there is a musty earthy smell in the room, and no one has lived in it for a long time. It seems that this simple wooden hut with traces of the history of the establishment of the Forestry Bureau will soon disappear. My childhood home can only find my inner mark in a few black and white photos of Lao Huang.
With the passage of time, I have reached the age of 60, and the scene before me makes people feel that life is too short, and I have unconsciously entered the "sunset red". I am with my children all the year round. Although he is old, his face is covered with wrinkles, his voice is weightless and his walking posture is faltering. But the mentality is "young", the personality is lively, the emotional communication is positive, and the work realm is rigorous. The imprint of my childhood in my hometown only reminds me to cherish my time, my present life and everyone around me. The imprint of my childhood in my hometown urges me to do everything wholeheartedly. After all, life is very short, and it is still warm to recall my childhood in my hometown when all parts of my body are exhausted. Looking back on my life, I am proud that I have not wasted my life.