: beautiful countryside
My hometown in my heart is a half-moon-shaped flood dike, and the north and south ends extend from the back of my house. No matter how far it is, it will not be my hometown. Three or five rows of bungalows, two or three red brick houses, one or two houses with sloping roofs, are often staggered between rows. At that time, there was no planning and no distinction, so they scattered and landed along the levee. Red bricks, blue tiles, low grass to protect the embankment, the embankment surface is like a white satin embankment surface when people pass by the village, forming a simple, warm and natural half-moon plate. Standing on the embankment, crossing the red brick and blue tile, the vision rises slightly again, and what comes into view is the deep and shallow green held in the half-moon plate, which is the vegetable land on which our fathers lived. Close your eyes, you can feel the vigorous life of every vegetable and the breadth and thickness of the loose and soft soil. There was a cool breeze, mixed with the smell of river wind. As soon as I turned around, a sparkling freshwater lake climbed and protected the foot of the embankment and extended to the distance. This is my beautiful hometown, which I will always call the country in my dreams.
The levee is a signpost. If you walk on the wrong path in the village, you will get lost. Smaller, my vision is the three bungalows at home, in the last row of the village group, across the residential area, and the village road winding in the vegetable field extends to the distance. One day, my mother took my little hand and walked into a school from the first village road in the east, which was where I was educated. From that day on, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back every day, and gradually learned from my childhood. Close to me are seven or eight boys and girls of the same age in the same village group, studying aoe and 123 together, making trouble and lesbian gangs, and I will always be the most distant and neutral one. My vision suddenly extended from three bungalows to this long distance from the school. From the beginning, I walked skillfully with the children, and then you chased after me. Fortunately, the road was wide, and one side of the road was a drainage ditch. Most of the time, it was dry, and there was water only when irrigation and drainage were drought-resistant, and then there were vegetable fields on both sides. Our interest is to jump off the drain, walk in different patterns, squat or jump. In winter, simply shrink your head and walk through the ditch, which is the best shelter lane. We are growing up, and the temptation in the vegetable field is also awakening our naughty. In the morning fog, the green cucumbers with big stalks and thorns planted by rich families are mixed with the unique fragrance of plants, which makes people mouth-watering. Brave children cleverly got into the cucumber field and pulled out a green cucumber with water droplets and yellow flower stalks to enjoy in the drainage ditch. Whenever they saw their leftover cucumber stalks, they were looking forward to: "Mom, let's grow cucumbers at home." At that time, the unique fragrance of cucumber was the most desirable thing for me.
Walking out of a relatively narrow path to the south of the residential area, I finally knew a primary school leading to the village next door when I was in the third grade. This time, without my mother's help, I transferred here with the children in the same village group. The first time I went, it was like going to heaven. I was used to seeing red bricks, blue tiles and green vegetable fields. I saw colorful flowers for the first time. It was only after I learned that this description was the most appropriate. Although the school is good, it is the first time for us children to integrate into a strange environment. Here, I learned what unity is and what defense is. The path leading to the school can only be a single person, with vegetable fields on one side and small earth ditches formed naturally on the other. The ditches are covered with green grass, and some small crops such as radishes are often cultivated by hardworking farmers. Every day when I go to school and leave school, I am often stopped by some mischievous boys. They stop and pause, so we have to follow suit. When I couldn't bear it anymore that day, I suddenly pushed the most naughty boy into a small dirt ditch on the side of the road. There were scuffles and injuries, but it was very enjoyable. Only this boy's clearest childhood memory, youthful taste and joy of victory stayed on this path. Later, they will never stop the road in a mischievous way again. There is still the smell of peeling radish left on this path. It has always been strange why cucumbers can't be stolen, but radishes growing on the edge of dirt ditches can be pulled. Pull out a radish with half round red skin and green leaves, peel it from the navel, and peel the spiral skin from the navel to the radish wither. It is attractive and smooth. Take a bite, and the mouth is crisp and crisp, with a little spicy taste in the sweetness. After eating a radish, make a full burp and enjoy it.
I walked two roads, except reading, that is, I stayed at home, and there were not many forms of playing. Walking in front of and behind the scattered houses, I finally stopped getting lost. I was a child at school and a playmate in my life, and the venue was a small corner in front of and behind this house. It's no fun to play during the day, but only at night, it's thin for children to play, and it needs the contrast of adults. At that time, there were few televisions, and power outages were common. When the half moon climbs up, all the men, women and children in our village group will gather in the field in front of my uncle's house. No one calls. It is naturally formed. My uncle's family is easy-going, and his home is in the middle of the village group, and the field is big. Men and women, old and young, squatting or standing or sitting, have endless anecdotes in the moonlit night. The moonlight is bright, people are jumping, and laughter and screams come and go. And those who jump into the dark must be those who don't understand. We play hide-and-seek, shoot one, and you die. I will always be a person who is not strong in playing. I am timid and afraid of ghosts, and I can't help but go to the adult group. Listen to the story told by the uncle who speaks most often, quietly. Simple folk customs and kind neighbors are always fixed in my memory.
I have thought, and my personality makes me have an extra personal imagination stored in my memory. We don't have a mountain here, only a freshwater river, just beyond the flood dike. Green mountains and green waters are what I yearned for since I was a child. Thanks to the trees planted in the front and back of the house by our ancestors, there is no special cutting, let them grow, the varieties are also miscellaneous, and the trees and people are endless. The place where a tree stands may be the symbol of this house. Leaves are flourishing, one side is shady, Toona sinensis sprouts in spring, cicadas are singing all over the trees in summer, maple leaves are as red as fire in autumn, and there are crumbling leaves on the bare branches in winter, and a heavy snow falls, so they change the scenery in front of me.
only one door away from my house is a weir pond, where most of my parents watered vegetables and got water. It is said that this inverted mouth was formed several years ago when the flood dike burst and washed down, so it was named "inverted pit". Although the name of "inverted pit" is indecent, the scenery is very pleasant. The breath of spring first sent us a message from here. The spring breeze blows on your face, and the wicker droops, and it gradually becomes resilient, green and smooth. After another night of spring rain, sharp little green buds appear on the wicker branches, and spring is coming. The water in the weir pond is clear, reflecting that the willow branches are more attractive. Fold a few branches, I don't know if it hurts, so I put fresh branches in my father's wine bottle after drinking, put them in clean water and put them on the bedside, so I invited spring home. At night, the spring thunder is ringing, one bright and one dark, and the graceful figure of wicker is my favorite. Art and elegance stumbled into my childhood memory for the first time.
As soon as it was a little hot in summer, the friends jumped into the small weir pond and swam eagerly. Little friends are the best at playing and can think of tricks to play. A large group of children didn't have enough fun in the small weir pond, so they went over the flood control embankment and went straight to the sparkling Danshui River behind the embankment. When they grew up, they learned that its name was Lianshui River, and the flood control embankment was called Lianshui Embankment, and they ran behind and followed suit. Even the echo followed me quietly behind my mother's back. Swimming is the most fun, want to play and dare not play in childhood. The Tamsui River is so wide. The current is swift and the river is clear. You can also see pebbles of various shapes at the bottom of the river, standing at the water's edge, letting the river flow over the instep, and feeling the jumping of the river flow. Seeing that my friends have already jumped into the river, I only have a greedy eye. I can't swim, get up my courage, squat down, close my eyes, pout, hold my nose, get down, and slowly let the water drown me. During the test, I feel the pressure from the river, and my ears are buzzing, dizzy, and I can't do it. I pop my head out, slow down, and watch my partners splash around. I am also secretly pleased with my little attempt. My friends were tired of playing and ran back to Yantang. When I wanted to try diving again safely, my mother found me. I heard her calling me from a distance and went home wet. I have no memory of swimming since then.
childhood in the countryside is so sweet. When I was older, I finally walked out of the winding path in front of the residential area. At the other end of the road, there was a wide asphalt road, with towering trees and green trees. This time, instead of walking, I rode my bike. My companions were still friends who went to kindergarten and played together, singing all the way. We are junior high school students. The publicity of youth is accompanied by the growth and responsibility of mind. Studying hard is also more sensible and hardworking. When I came home from school, my bike was supported at one end of the vegetable field to help my parents sort out vegetables. When it got dark, I pushed my bike home along the path to cook. Walking alone in the dark, I was no longer so afraid. At that time, there were few power outages in the countryside, every household had a TV set, and neighbors rarely gathered to enjoy the cool. When friends were older, they would not play hide-and-seek again. I look around the sky, and the countryside is more quiet and beautiful in the dark. There are still small lights from the windows of every household that are warm and charming, and I wear a flashing necklace along the levee for this quiet night. How many nights, there is a girl's gaze.
when I grow up, the beautiful countryside is changing quietly. I finally walked out of the village that I haven't left for 18 years from the flood dike behind the house, the main road outside the village. I have broadened my horizons. Speaking of my hometown, it is no longer a place called the countryside in the half-moon plate, but a county named Lixian, which is a traffic fortress adjacent to Hunan and Hubei provinces. The flood dike behind the dike is separated from it not far from my home. The newly built Jinxian Road, the wide cement road runs straight in the green vegetable fields, and the Danshui River is buried piece by piece. The largest wholesale market for agricultural products and fruits in Lixian County is built in an inch of land, and then, Once the bungalows with red bricks and blue tiles and scattered trees have long been uneven and fancy buildings. When the trees are cut down, the foundation of the building directly falls to the stump, and the buildings are wiped and crowded, panting towards the sky. Life is better, and there is more pollution. The once small weir pond is smaller and smaller by landfill, and the once clear river is bottomless, and everything has changed.
Changes in the external environment have given birth to radical changes in the countryside. Some people say that if you change the name of "village" to "neighborhood committee", you will be separated from the rural name forever. I can't deny the inevitable collision of social development, but the countryside where I was born and raised is the main direction of county development. There is still a good thought in my heart, which has changed the appearance of the countryside. What about people? Is it still so simple and honest, and the neighborhood is kind? Every village has a highway, and when the cement road in front of my house was built, my neighbors flatly refused to fight for a car to travel every day. Now the road is flat, but it is not as warm and thick as walking on a small dirt road. The coldness from the soles of my feet has shattered my last fantasy about the countryside. Simply put, all of them are included in the planned demolition, and people live in apartment buildings, one door at a time, and bam! We don't know anyone through a door. With a bang! My heart is closed.
after several rounds of dreaming, I returned to my beautiful country.
: beautiful countryside
How long has it been since he left this town? The late autumn rain seems to be difficult to wash away the heat of summer. At this moment of late summer and early autumn, the sun is still like fire and the heat is steaming. In the cage of reinforced concrete for a long time, my heart yearns for close contact with nature, and my heart yearns for it, but it is difficult to act. Sometimes I want to let my heart swim in the sea and gallop on the grassland, as long as my heart is free; Sometimes I want to find a quiet corner and hide my heart, as long as it is not lonely. Every now and then, I will think of beautiful countryside in my memory, my lovely and quiet country.
It is also in this season that the early sun shines on the hill opposite my home. I love sitting at the gate, holding a casual book casually, and watching the sun move a little until it moves to the bamboo forest in front of my door. So the bamboos are swaying and dancing in the morning breeze, and the green leaves are flashing in the sun, like bamboo eyes blinking. I always thought that any creature has a language, but we didn't understand it. At that time, I longed to understand any language like hunter Talepool, so that I could go into the inner world of many creatures, understand their joys and sorrows, understand their needs and be their good friends. Childhood dreams are too many, too beautiful and too pure. This piece of bamboo forest in front of me has been in my memory for as long as I can remember. Although it is continuously cut down, new bamboos are constantly emerging every year. The inexhaustible vitality makes people feel emotional, and full of green in those four seasons is even more fascinating. Even now, I have left my hometown and the countryside, but that piece of bamboo is still swaying in my heart and never seems to come out of my sight.
Every morning when I love the countryside, the mist rises in the mountains and gradually dissipates. The crisp birdsong echoes in the mountains, and the smoke from the kitchen wafts in the morning light. At this time, walking on the country road, the flowers and plants with dewdrops on their heads kissed your trousers and wet your shoes and clothes. Everything was so cool. During the school holidays, every morning like this, I would beat and wash my family's clothes by the river. The clear river reflected the green mountains and trees, the blue sky and white clouds, and me. Lovely little fish will be my companion, swimming for a while and swimming for a while, so carefree. Sometimes I put down my clothes and look at them, thinking how good it would be if I were a fish. If I were a fish, who would be me? I always like this kind of meditation, this kind of rambling daydream. The scenery of the countryside has given me too much insight and made me have many dreams since I was a child.
when we grow up day by day, we know the wonderful outside world, and we are eager to get out of the mountain and leave its fetters. So I worked hard and strived for it, and finally I came out like an escape. But when I live in this urban forest that lacks natural atmosphere all day, my heart is inexplicably lost, and my life is spent in this cycle, year after year. I used to be able to go back to the countryside during the holidays to feel the local flavor after a long separation. I took my young son to walk in the ridge where I walked as a child and taught him to know many crops. When I saw his novel eyes and happy figure, I felt a strange touch in my heart. But after all, one day, that is, such days are no longer there. When my hometown is only left in my heart with the old house and my father who is buried underground on the hill opposite the old house, my heart is lost to the bottom.
Many things have disappeared in the years, but my village, beautiful countryside, which once gave me countless dreams, is always in my heart.
: beautiful countryside
When you are used to the hustle and bustle of the city, you are under the pressure of high-rise buildings and playing a fast pace of life. Come to the countryside here, take a breath of fresh air and see the changes in the blue sky.