Hometown, enchanting

The train was speeding along the tracks, and the scenery on both sides flashed by like a slide show. I returned to this homeland with tiredness and longing, looking for the beauty I had lost long ago.

When my feet were firmly planted in this yellow land, my heart was flooded with a feeling that was difficult to name, and I felt the urge to cry.

Alas, how many years, how many years have I not returned to this place where I was born and raised!

I ran home in a hurry, and when I got to the door, I found my mother breaking corn kernels in front of the house. The corn kernels were full and shiny, like yellow pearls, but my mother's hands and face were like dried garlic cloves, rough and crepey. The snow-white hair was blown around by the wind like reeds. I threw down the line box and shouted, "Mom." I ran over and wrapped my mother tightly in my arms for a long time, unwilling to let go, my mother also had tears in her eyes and couldn't stop stroking my face and head, saying, "Back ..... I'm back!"

The day is approaching dusk, my mother is in front of the stove to make a fire to cook, on the uneven wall, the shadow constantly swaying. I went to help my mother make a fire but she blocked my hand with her elbow and said, "No. I'll make my own. I'm on my own, you go sit and rest too, after a few days on the train, strange tired!" I knew my mother was stubborn, so I didn't say anything.

After a while, my mother came out with the dishes. These are my favorite food, the tantalizing aroma is hard to resist. The rice was made with homemade rice, and it smelled great! I picked up the bowl and started to eat, my mother also kept adding dishes to my bowl, smiling faintly and watching me eat, as if this is her greatest satisfaction.

After I ate, it was all dark. The stars and the moon came, they must decorate the sky and light the way for the lost people.

My mother brought two chairs from the house, one tall and one short. I asked my mother to sit on the high chair and myself on the low chair. I snuggled into my mother's arms and smelled a faint soap scent on her body. The night, quietly, the wind gently blowing, I seem to hear the sound of leaves trembling; the sound of petals withering from flowers, fluttering and falling into the water; the sound of wheat swaying to form waves of wheat whistling ...... The night, quietly, everything is so peaceful, quiet, intoxicating. Everything is so intoxicating: the soil of the hometown is intoxicating; the yellowing corn is intoxicating; the words and smiles of the mother are intoxicating ......

The drunkenness in drinking is not drunkenness, because after drunkenness you will wake up, but the real drunkenness, is to make your mind forever drunken and never wake up, never lose the good memories!

The way to bloom until your heart is drunk

The fairy scattered flowers, blooming flowers, seem to give me a spring, strolling hiking, leisurely fishing, as if pulling me back to nature.

The night sky was eerily dark and silent, all without a hint of a cheerful breeze, leading me to a light dance. However, tonight, the bright fireworks depicted the "spring" scene.

The "shooting star" trailed like a tail and crossed the sky. In a short time, it faded into obscurity. I was just sad that the splendor was not retained. However, the bouquet of "flowers", colorful and continuous, always overwhelmed.

For a few short minutes, I seemed to be swimming in spring, full of life and infinite hope.

I saw the beautiful bouquets lighting up a large part of the sky. I heard that the enthusiastic sound of cannons and the cheers from the noisy crowd seemed to be the taste of celebration ......

Early in the morning of the day, I walked through that old alley, that side is still crawling with creepers. That young conjecture, infinite tension, has been slowly spreading in my heart. Without realizing it, a larger area of thick green has been presented in front of me.

That sublime mountains, rolling. I don't know how many times I've climbed this mountain. I just feel so familiar and friendly with it. I did not think I had conquered the mountain by climbing to the top, but its majestic stature gave me a chance to exercise myself.

I didn't hesitate anymore, and I wanted to walk into her quickly.

I just looked at the stairs beneath me. I had climbed the most treacherous mountains before, but now I was just taking a stroll. I listened to the birdsong, enjoyed the flowers, praised the pines and cypresses, endlessly comfortable, completely relaxed. The fresh air, the refreshing scent of plum, all this, completely integrated me into this ideal place.

I was panting and couldn't help but shout that a few small birds that were originally resting on the pine trees were so startled that I fluttered my wings and flew away, leaving me alone to look into the distance.

It was a long walk up and down the mountain road. However, I enjoyed this pleasant feeling very much. Gradually, the clear reservoir became clear in front of my eyes, against the green that surrounded me, and I felt surrounded by infinite life.

I have also fished here, and it was not a boring thing, but on the contrary, it brought me infinite pleasure.

The fragrance of plum blossoms, the verdant bamboo forest, the standing pines, and cypresses, with a good mood, this set off, blooming in the smile of spring.