Lyric Prose in My Hometown 1
You can also see the smoke produced by home cooking and the "heavy" smoke produced by cooking.
Standing at the entrance of the village, the breeze is mixed with blue-green kitchen smoke, and I can't smell the flowers or grass, just gently shaking the hair on my forehead. This breath, simple and elegant, long-lost bath, drove away the dust on my body, and a kind of marshmallow-like sweetness came into being.
The blue sky is like a curtain, with a few snow clouds nailed to it, and the cool wind sweeps up, arousing the whispering of leaves. How much I like the smoke from my hometown, holding up the traces of time.
See also the smoke from cooking in my hometown, which is the smoke from cooking when my grandmother boiled water, the smoke from cooking when my uncle and mother cooked snacks, and the smoke from cooking when my mother cooked. Looking from a distance, I saw my uncle returning from the hoe on the ridge of the field walking towards the familiar smoke, and his tired steps were particularly brisk. However, those naughty children still have no intention of going home, and seem to be waiting for the long and short call that resounds through the village.
This warm picture is comparable to Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden. But now cooking smoke has disappeared in my city.
In the morning, the rising sun, the abbot's light and the sparkling river lie on the ground like a golden dragon; At dusk, the sunset in the west hangs a blush on Heyuan, and the fishing boat that sings late swings on the river, full of joy and happiness, like a perfect painting art; In the middle of the night, the deep blue sky is full of stars, and infinite reverie rushes to the east with running water, as if it were a jade belt studded with precious stones. Everything is the same as before, except that the smoke from the kitchen has gone quietly like the wind. Perhaps, people think that cooking smoke brings more harm.
Cooking smoke is the easiest thing to forget, and cooking smoke should not be forgotten the most.
Cooking smoke is quiet and indifferent, it can always rise and tremble in the mountains on time; It can always float out peacefully from every hut in the village; It can always follow the footsteps of the wind and sneak past the pine forest in front. The shadow of nature, under that wisp of smoke, is also careless and without a trace, but this green happiness extends from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, colorful and refreshing.
Cooking smoke, only cooking smoke, has grown up in this attitude for a lifetime, because it deeply understands that food is hard to come by and nothing is taken away when it leaves. When a crisp bird song breaks through the morning fog of dawn, when a ray of sunrise breaks through the thick clouds and rises slowly. Grandma once said: "This smoke is the real growth rate of people." Silently watching the smoke fly, rise, rise ... straight to the past sky, which is the height of childhood.
But now, the flowers wither, the grass withers, the earth decays, the mountain walls become bare rocks ... everything becomes decadent and desolate, and even the smoke from the kitchen is gone forever.
"See the smoke rising again, the twilight shines on the earth, which reminds me of it, and there are bursts of smoke. Where are you going? ……"
Lyric prose in my hometown II
Small bridges and flowing water. I like these words, and I like the artistic conception expressed by these combinations.
Antique stone bridge or wooden bridge, the river flows quietly under the bridge, and the houses in the villages not far away are hidden or present under the shadow of towering trees. Fertile land, seedlings, vegetation and broad vision,' the traffic in the building, chickens and dogs sniff each other.' The beauty of simplicity and nature, far away from prosperity and noise, stretches like a poem. ......
This landscape painting is an ink landscape painting with suitable shades. This is a serenade sung in a low voice. It's a poem "Poem on a Mountain Village" written by Shao Kangjie, a Neo-Confucianist in the Song Dynasty: a line of twenty or thirty miles, four or five smoke villages, six or seven pavilions, eighty or ninety flowers. This is the idyllic poem "Qingpingle Village Residence" written by Xin Qiji, a poet in the Song Dynasty: the eaves are low and the grass is lush ... This is the moonlight in the pine forest and the crystal stone in the stream written by Wang Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. It is also Wang Bo's "Lonely sunset in Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * one color in the sky".
The trees on both sides of the river bank, the once lush leaves have already turned into rustling leaves piled up under their feet, emitting a faint smell of hay under the warm sun in winter. With the breeze blowing intermittently, the tall and straight trunks stand quietly, and the branches reach into the sky calmly, gracefully or zigzag. At the top of the branch is a bird's nest carefully built by birds. Occasionally, birds fly over the branches, clean clouds fly freely in the light blue sky, and clear rivers are dripping with water, unlike spring. After the baptism of winter frost, it is clearer and more transparent. As Wu Jun's Book with Zhu said, "Water is blue, and water reaches the bottom." It's really my regret to swim with the fine stone and look straight at it. The flowing mountain spring combs the aquatic plants into a line, which is light and soft, and dances quietly with the texture of the water waves, just like a beauty's 3 thousand moss, supple but not messy. Blurred fragrance makes people want to stop.
Hundreds of houses are scattered in the village not far away. The house is built on the hill. The mountains are connected, the pines and cypresses are full of ink, and the whistling mountain wind blows with the waves of pines and waves. Cool and refreshing, the air is as spotless as filtration, and the tired body and mind are suddenly relaxed. In this vast world, everything is slowly released, and the mood is slowly optimistic and open-minded. We can rediscover ourselves, find ourselves, and face life calmly with an indifferent heart. If you are calm, you can make a decision; Calm down, you can be humiliated. "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself." Ups and downs are not important, what matters is what kind of heart to face tomorrow. Because, life is like a mountain stream, no matter how winding it is, it will flow forward happily and freely forever.
Small bridges and flowing water are the scenery and feelings of my hometown. It is a poem, a painting, a song, a poem, which contains profound insights and profound meanings; It is also the homesickness complex of thousands of wanderers in Qian Qian, where there are lingering homeland and kind folks, no matter how high they fly, no matter how far they are in the ends of the earth, it will always be the moonlight in front of the window and always be concerned.
My hometown lyric prose 3
There is a saying: "A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as one's own kennel." Although the words are rough, the reason is not rough, and it is a real wandering heart. The reason why a song "Go home often to see" can sing the whole country and the Chinese world. Because it aroused the sound of affection and homesickness.
Seeing that the Spring Festival is approaching, "Go home for the New Year?" It has become the most commonly used question. Going home will always be an indelible complex in the hearts of China people. Several people queued up all night to buy tickets to go home.
Home, a warm and reliable term. China people regard "heirloom" as the motto of family prosperity, which also enables the endless Chinese civilization to be passed down through family channels. "Cultivate one's morality, keep the family in order, govern the country and level the world" is the sublimation of the ancient people's understanding of the concept of home. Home is the cell of society. "There is no country without home, and there is no home without country", which is the dialectical unity of home and country. "Our Greater China, What a Big Home" expresses the Chinese people's deep attachment to everyone with national feelings. In fact, the ancients have long regarded home and country as an inseparable unity. The family is in the same strain, and the family has unforgettable feelings. There is a curved boat at home, next to which is Gillian when she was a child.
Home is a leisure pasture for men, where they can release all their fatigue and troubles. Home is a refuge for women, where all grievances and sorrows can be healed. Home is a warm nest for children, and one day they will set sail from here. Home is a field cultivated by the elderly, sowing the seeds of hope and harvesting their own shade.
Strangers who wander the rivers and lakes always like to say: My hometown is an extension of the concept of home, which means hometown. No matter what reason you leave your hometown, no matter how much damage your hometown has caused you. In the years since I left my hometown, I can't avoid the reality that I miss my hometown forever. Water is the hometown of Qing, and the moonlight at home should be how bright and how bright! . The soil in my hometown and the moon in my hometown are all connected with my home. There are the best memories of life here, and there is an indelible' home complex'. "After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold." After leaving chaos, I am most concerned about home. "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking back, I suddenly remembered home." "Luoyang's relatives and friends asked each other, and a piece of ice heart was in the jade pot" all reflected the unchanging homesickness and feelings of home and country.
"Who doesn't say my hometown is good" sings the praises of the people in the old Yimeng area, and "How nice the mountains are" sings the praises of the people in the border areas to their hometown. Qilu children's association is proud to live in Confucius' hometown; "The wind is rustling and the water is cold", and Zhao Yan hawkers have the courage of Jing Ke; "Breathing too much can't hide tears", Jingchu people inherited Qu Yuan's tragic. "Moonlit Bridge 24, where do jade people teach flute playing?" Although it is Yangzhou, Jianghuai Li Shu often uses it to describe the local customs of his hometown. Sleeping on a Frosty Night is about Suzhou, but wuyue's children also use it to express their homesickness. "The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring", which is the strongest voice shouted by Chinese sons and daughters at the moment of national peril. Home not only gives people warmth, but also gives people strength.
Home is an indelible mark of the soul, and it is also an eternal spiritual sustenance. At the end of the year, going home for the New Year may be a wanderer's greatest wish in a foreign land. Being displaced for a long time will make you feel physically and mentally exhausted. Then go home, and the tired bird will eventually return to the forest. Even if you don't earn money, as long as you go home safely, it is the greatest comfort to your wife and children. If the spring breeze is proud, it is a good time to get dressed and go home. It's called returning home. Your glory is not only the glory of your parents, but also the glory of your hometown.
Let the wind in your hometown blow away the dust on your body, and let the water in your hometown wash away your tired heart. Home will give you a good mood and let you have more energy in the coming year to gallop the battlefield of your career. Did you get a ticket to go home? It's freezing, please pay attention to keep warm and safe. I wish you a safe journey!
My hometown lyric prose 4
Seasonal changes, like the cycle of human life, will never change. With the flow and changes of the four seasons, every season in my hometown will come as scheduled. There are four distinct seasons in my hometown.
When I opened the door in late autumn, I felt a sudden chill. The wind that stung my face blew, and the yellow leaves fell with the wind, leaving only the bare trunk. There will be obvious first frost in the morning and the temperature will drop sharply. Look around-it's already late autumn and the footsteps of winter are approaching.
"It's snowing!" It must be winter. At this time, in the biting cold wind, everything on the earth is silent, and everything is no longer so full of vitality. It seems that everyone is sleepy. Close your eyes. It must be a nap. I don't know when it began to snow. The tree turned white, the ground turned white, and everything turned white. Looking around, the mountain over there seems to be covered in silver and shining. Look at the flowing water. Being attacked by snow is really unbearable. There is a thin layer of ice on the surface, white and flawless.
"Oh, how beautiful!" Guess what this is? Maybe you already know-Snow Doll. The children are holding the snow doll happily. They put on their winter hats and winter clothes, adding a beautiful scenery to the cold winter.
Snow is flawless, lovely and colorful. Snow brings endless laughter to children and adds a touch of warmth to winter. I love the snow in winter. Its purity and selflessness give the earth the most beautiful scenery.
In winter, it often snows in my hometown, but it is also sunny. On a sunny day, I have to say that the sun is too stingy. I always get up late in the morning. I just want to go out and feel the warmth of the winter sunshine. It is like a naughty child playing hide-and-seek with you in the sky: jumping out for a while and getting in for a while. Perhaps the sunshine in winter is so funny.
The deep winter in my hometown is extremely cold. In some years, ice and snow never melt. At this time, children have more opportunities to skate. Of course, no matter how cold it is, there are times when it is warm. At this time, the sun shone on the house and the house smiled. According to the earth, it seems that the earth is saying, "The footsteps of winter are getting farther and farther, can spring be far behind?" Yes, the four seasons change, and the arrival of winter is only the transition of spring. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are all the same, but each season has its own unique beauty, and I prefer the winter in my hometown, with snow and sunshine, to accompany each other.
Growing up in my hometown, I have long been accustomed to the changes of this season and have a special experience in winter, so I love winter more.
Four seasons flow. Winter has come and gone. Maybe it will be more beautiful next year. I love winter, and I hope that winter can retain more beautiful moments.
My hometown lyric prose 5
My hometown is where I was born. My parents are my nearest relatives. In my heart, my hometown is a warm family and the support of my soul.
Every time I think of the folks who have helped our brothers and sisters, my heart swells and I can't sleep well until now.
When I was sixteen, it was very cold in winter. We counted the days when our father, who worked as a temporary worker in other places, came back for the reunion year. There are still 43 days before the Spring Festival, and my mother passed away. My brother is only eight years old, and my five brothers and sisters are like a nest of swallows, hungry and full, waiting for my father to come home. Without my mother's love and my father's absence, I got enthusiastic help from my fellow villagers in difficult and difficult days, including sending rice and noodles and vegetables.
It's already 30 in the morning, and dad hasn't come home yet. My father who went out to work this year has never heard from him, and his heart is getting more and more anxious. I have been praying to God for my father to come home safely. During the Chinese New Year, without a mother, we need a father more. Dad will bring back a lot of new year's goods when he comes back.
I waited anxiously for my father, stood at the gate and looked at the deposit, but I still couldn't see my father. How can I spend this year without my father coming back? I am anxious, disappointed, sad and satisfied. At this time, many villagers came. They sent a few catties of meat and a bottle of soybean oil, three aunts from the East Hospital sent white flour, three aunts from Westinghouse sent some sauerkraut, grandma Zhang from the backyard sent my brother new shoes, and five aunts made flowered clothes for my little sister. My brother and I are very moved and I don't know how to thank them. Looking at the room full of people, I said to myself: I will never forget your kindness, no matter how far I go in the future, I will come back to see you. From this time on, my hometown merged into my heart.
My brother and I are going to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner and fry jiaozi.
Brother said; If only dad could come back, try this hundred meals I cooked. Dad will definitely come back for the Spring Festival. I said it, but my heart was empty. I wonder why my father didn't come back as he did in previous years.
In the anxious expectation, the sky is getting dark. Erlin, who often plays with his younger brother, brought a small foreign whip from home. My brother broke up a string of whips and put them away one by one. Every voice is a call to my father.
At midnight, firecrackers exploded and we stood on the top of the low wall. If dad comes back, he can buy a lot of firecrackers. The younger brother said. They put it on, we see, just like Chinese New Year. I comforted my brother.
Sister, look, those lanterns are really beautiful. I looked up and saw some red lanterns coming towards my house at the intersection. I didn't know until I got to the front that it was Erlin and several children, who usually played with their younger brother. They each brought a string of whips and handed them to their younger brother, saying they were from their parents. The younger brother held it in his arms and shouted happily; Sister, look, I have many whips. Lanterns form a big circle, and my brother whips his friends to watch. Every string of whips is accompanied by the children's laughter.
Suddenly my brother's whip hand stopped; Dad's brother threw down his whip and jumped on him. I looked back at my father and didn't know when I was standing there watching my brother whip.
I said in surprise,' Dad, why don't you come back?' Dad took fourth uncle's hand and said to me; If it weren't for your fourth uncle, I wouldn't be at home now. When I came back from Harbin, it was already dark. I hurried home and fell into a ditch near the village. It was your fourth uncle and the villagers who pulled me out. I really should thank you, fourth uncle. Fourth Uncle said that if it weren't for you, my dad wouldn't feel the consequences if he stayed in the ditch for one night. When I came back from my relatives' house, I heard your father shouting in the ditch. Just forget it． Go back to the house with your dad and eat jiaozi during the Spring Festival.
Now, we have all grown up and built our own homes like a few vigorous swallows. Although it is near and far from home, I will rush home every Spring Festival. I am worried about my father and grateful to my blind date. I have my father's expectations and the kind smiles of my villagers. My hometown is the root of my growth and will always be the support of my soul.