Memories of the past scenery are vividly displayed in the deepest part of my mind. It has become a thing of the past and a memorable historical form. Like an addict who has given up smoking for a long time. Appear in my dreams from time to time. I am addicted to my childhood country. I am a "state-controlled".
As a wanderer, the road to study is extremely difficult, but the most difficult thing is to go home once or twice a year. I am like a rootless duckweed, longing for a place to stay. The warmest place is the embrace of fatherly love and maternal love. Their hugs make me comfortable, and their hugs are my biggest destination.
Now I can finally go home. Walking on the familiar medium-sized bus with big bags and small bags, I was so excited that I came like a flood, like a raging wave, and even forgot the feeling of bumps and dizziness. The wheel seems to roll over the footsteps of history, turn over the title page of memory, read my deep homesickness, a little sadness, like sobs, like joy. Old man, the boss is not young, I have grown up, don't cry, don't cry, bite my tongue and lips to let my consciousness return, hold back my tears when I am ready to leave, and shout in my heart, but no one responds. My eyes are blurred and I don't know what's going on around me. The bus is still open in Ma Pingchuan, and the occasional bump slows down my memory.
A trace of homesickness outlines the deepest memory in memory. There are two persimmon trees about ten feet high in the small yard, with thick branches and one person embracing each other. Branches and leaves support the sky and roots lie on the ground. At night, the moonlight shines on the leaves like a cloak, reflecting like stars all over the sky, and the shadows on the ground are like clouds concave and convex. It is difficult for the most beautiful musicians to create such gorgeous songs. This is a wonderful feat of nature and belongs to the creator.
Secondly, there is a kitchen outside the small courtyard, which has the geographical advantage of facing south. Geographers may say that it is a land of feng shui, where you can see unusual scenery, taste different flavors and enjoy different feelings. Throughout the year, the smoke from cooking stoves diffuses into the sky, and you can feel the truth and falsehood in the clouds and fog, where you will leave sour tears and escape with "lightning" to relieve the pain in your eyes.
I fell in love with my parents' craftsmanship since I was a child. They are the cooks and fathers in the kitchen smoke, and they are "edified" by the kitchen smoke. The food they cook smells like smoke, which is the smoke of farmers (let's call it agricultural smoke! ), not the annoying smoke of car exhaust; Agricultural tobacco seems to have coated its food with sesame oil. Every time I eat, my mouth is full of fragrance, and I eat like a beautiful article "I can't bear to see it". When I went on reading, my mouth was full of incense and I wanted to eat when I was full. Warm taste is never enough. I really tasted my parents' mood and felt sad for them.
At this point, I can't help reminding readers that we should understand the pains of our parents. It's really not easy for parents to take care of us. Don't complain because our parents are tired of eating or the food is not delicious, because you are eating, not cooking. First, you are not qualified to speak. Second, you can't talk. )
Not far from home is a mountain, which is not high, but it gives people a dignified sense of deterrence. It looks like a lion, prone, so its ancestors named it "Lion Mountain". There are all kinds of flowers, grass, trees and trees growing in the four seasons on the mountain, and there are no withered trees. They are full of vitality, magnificent, magnificent, which is in line with the reputation of lions. "There are white clouds in Yun Lan in the sky, and Yao Island in the remote mountains becomes a strange peak", and its four seasons are lush, which is the word "strange and Yao" in this poem.
In front of Lion Mountain is a winding river, which seems to come from Tianshui Mountain and flows through the village. It seems that the peace in the village can't be washed away. Its flowing water, trickling and gurgling, adds quiet poetry to the village. The lush riverside, the green oil grass, the cloud bridge lying across the banks and the blue sky all present a poetic feeling.
When I was a child, I liked the village here very much. Digging earthworms to hang frogs all day, and eating delicious frog onion oil balls at night. My parents are all smiles, and the whole family is eating frog meatballs happily. I was so happy that I thought I hung so many frogs that my parents were happy. In fact, our parents like our innocent and lovely appearance. The affection of blood is thicker than water doesn't need too many words, just accompany them all the time, eat together, talk and laugh; Speaking of my father's romantic story, my father's face has been wrinkled and smiling proudly, and my red face is particularly embarrassed. My mother laughs and her eyes are curved, while scolding and laughing angrily. In fact, the couple have known it for thousands of times, and now they take it out and laugh, causing the whole canteen to eat for an hour.
At this point, it means that I have returned home. Standing on the bridge and looking at the countryside in my childhood memory, I couldn't help but burst into tears. The ridge turned into a gravel road, which left a deep impression on me. One and a half trees are missing from the lush trees, and there is a broken persimmon tree with broken arms and legs. Lion Mountain has been hollowed out by half, and the evil Satan has soaked the only beautiful river by half. The smoke from the kitchen has blurred the traces of memory, and the beautiful river no longer exists.
On the bridge of the past, I stood silently, recalling the lost bits and pieces. Please let me seal the last memory with tears, flow away and dissipate, and wave goodbye to the distant sunset. ...