My hometown in my memory is far away, but it is beautiful. On a clear river, there are several low wooden bridges, several abrupt stones accompanied by several euphemistic insects. There are always some new flavors mixed in the mottled memories and precipitated in the past silhouettes. Oh, my hometown is a trace of a nostalgic past. After blurring, it gradually becomes clear, and new colors are deduced in the sunshine square in my heart, rising and moving. ...
The sky in my hometown is blue, there is little exhaust pollution in the city and there are few high-rise forests. Suddenly, the sky is so vast, and I seem to be much clearer. Even the clouds are not so enchanting and colorful, and become simple. There is sunshine and wind, and there is always a little sweetness in the wind. If you have a rest in the wild at noon, it is a very pleasant thing, and the cool wind makes you feel refreshed. Sunshine is also the warmest, which makes you warm all over. This is the rural scenery. Even if it rains, the sky in my hometown will emit melancholy gray, and the sound of rain seems to be a beautiful melody. Maybe listening to the rain by the window is also a good enjoyment
The water in my hometown is very clear, which is a unique clarity. The winding river seems to surround the countryside. In my memory, I often go fishing by the river with my uncle. There are many colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, and small fish and shrimps often hide in them. They are too slippery to catch with their hands, so they have to fish with earthworms. I sat by the river and watched the fish dance in the water, but they just didn't bite. My cousin was impatient for a long time, so he went down to the river to cool off. I can't swim. I can only look at the clear river and hug him. The sun scattered the last afterglow to the earth, so I put away my fishing rod and went back. I didn't catch many fish, but I caught a bucket full of sunset glow in my hometown.
The rape flowers in my hometown are very beautiful. After beginning of spring, the rape flowers in the field were in full bloom, yellow and bright, covering the whole field without leaving any gaps. Words can't express the fragrance that comes to my face. I like the breeze best. Those flowers are like fine ripples on the coast, rolling and jumping, like unstoppable water, like fine satin with shining sunshine. Every flower seems to be smiling at me. I couldn't resist the temptation and fell into the ocean of flowers.
People in my hometown are very simple. At home, every family member's face is full of kindness. At the dinner table, they brought me food from time to time and asked me what I needed. They are not so polite, but they are more enthusiastic and have a harmonious neighborhood. You come and go, and now city life lacks this kind of emotion. Perhaps this is a kind of nostalgia that is hard to give up.
I don't go back often now, but my heart is always full of nostalgia. ...