Whether it is spring flowers, willow buds, buds, or summer fruits; Or criticism, or Xue Rui lying on the wheat seedling, there is a kind of beauty of tranquility and lightness. And what I love most is being immersed in my hometown in autumn.
Like a dream painting. The murmur of running water and the bell of autumn are the soul movements of the ensemble.
Every autumn, the sadness flowing is a deep homesickness, homesickness, homesickness for parents!
No matter the autumn of parting, sad autumn, harvest autumn and missing autumn, it is because of my old house, because of my parents, the autumn in my hometown is much more concerned, colorful and vivid! Who will wait for me? Whose tears dried up in the autumn rain?
Missing is hard.
Tears of homesickness are astringent.
Autumn in my hometown is golden.
On the banks of the river, Jin Ju grows everywhere and dances in the wind; The rice is rolling with golden waves, the fields are filled with the joy of harvest, the long ears of rice are covered with particles, and the fragrance of the new valley is scattered with the wind.
Autumn in my hometown is green.
Under the greenwood tree's small villages are full of vitality, with four seasons green, Parthenocissus tricuspidata, Robinia pseudoacacia, neem and camphor trees, as well as various fruits and vegetables such as peaches and plums, apple trees and pear trees planted by every household. The vegetable garden in front of the house and the dense lotus leaves and duckweeds in the wind pool are all green. There are also a few green bamboo forests, birds singing crisp and bamboo leaves rustling, which adds a bit of elegance to the village.
Autumn in my hometown is blue.
The sky is blue, the water is blue, love is blue and the heart is blue. ...
Autumn in my hometown is white.
You see, white walls and blue tiles, dandelions and thatched flowers flying everywhere, and large tracts of reed flowers, just like geese basking in white clouds on black land, dance with the wind and fly south in groups from time to time, which makes this hot land more pursue and moved by life.
Autumn in my hometown is still gray and orange.
I remember the last time I went back to the village, I occasionally saw a young red maple. Ye Er was light red, which made people like it very much. I haven't seen this tree in the village for a long time. I don't know which sentimental bird planted enthusiasm for us. Really, this is a surprise.
Walking around the village, I saw that many earthen houses collapsed, the doors of many buildings were locked and the locks were rusty. Look at the overgrown barnyard grass and dog tail grass at the door. It is estimated that people have not lived long. Several purlins on the roof have been broken, the rafters are scattered and there are several big holes.
There are really not many people living in the village. Except that old people are children, young people go out to make money and children are left to old people. There are many people living in the city, so the old house stays there with him.
Smoke billows from the kitchen stove, and the setting sun is better than the fire. It's still that autumn dusk, but things have changed.
Nothing else, just feeling inexplicably sad. Those familiar places, those small villages that accompanied their childhood and youth, gradually became barren and declined. How many years later, does this place name still exist?
Maybe it is right for parents to wait for the elderly to stick to their hometown. I don't know my future Where should I live? I think I will still live where my ancestors lived. My life and my roots are here.
The weather is not very good this year. I don't know how my elderly parents brought so much rice home. Will it get wet? I have always said that I can't farm, but I plant it every year. I can't help crying at the thought of my parents' more rickety bodies, gray hair and wrinkles on their foreheads.
A layer of autumn rain is cool, and a layer of acacia hurts all over the ground. I only hope that the elderly at home can be painless and comfortable.
Time can't push the world away. I continue to drift as spring goes away, and I don't know when it will end.
It seems that twenty years later, my parents, at that time, I became what you are now! I will continue to watch acacia's home until it becomes a flying maple leaf and rushes to the embrace of the earth!
When wandering outside, I always think: hometown, you are the distance in my dream.
Even if I have nothing, I still have you: hometown, you are my luggage for a long voyage!