I can't find my hometown on the map, nor can I draw mobile navigation. There are no mountains to talk about, no rivers to talk about, only hills with mixed wood and bamboo, and ditches with streams flowing down at the foot of the mountain. However, it is such a poor place that makes me feel particularly happy, particularly warm and particularly missed!
In the vast fields of my hometown, in spring, those plants that have lost their gray clothes are actively drilled everywhere, and the green is vigorous, from the ridge to the hillside, from the branches to the willows, from the front and back of the house, endless green, free green, fresh green and lively green. Here are flowers, holding hands and hugging each other side by side; There are some flowers in it, dancing happily on the dark green carpet. Butterfly birds also rushed to join. Birds sing and butterflies dance. Under the blue sky and white clouds, in the green flowers and trees, they play as much as they like in their mother's arms. How can such a blessed place make people not want to stay?
With the development of economy, in order to keep up with the times, mountain people have to leave their homes and go to other places to earn some silver. In the new city, birds occasionally walk through the impenetrable and towering stone forest, flapping their heavy wings to find a place to stay. Although they have made more efforts than ordinary people, they can't get rid of the suffocating sky and are tired in a corner of the city wrapped in mud and dust. I often look up at the sky. In my dream, the hometown filled with white clouds is filled with smoke, and children and dogs are happy together. Those pictures often appear in front of my eyes. No matter how busy the city is, it can't hide my yearning for my hometown and my attachment to the world of my hometown! Love mountains, love the water and land, just as birds love the sky and cows love grass.
On the green ridge of the farmland in my hometown, the cow, wagging its tail, smelling and chewing grass leisurely, is oily and plump! The white crane in the grass fights around the cow, jumps on the cow's back for a while, cuts it a few times with its sharp mouth, and makes the cow itch, shaking its head and tail; After a while, it fell into the grass, and the cow's ignorance of eating grass startled a nest of moths, which was the ultimate meal of the crane. Cowherd dolls lie on the ridge to watch ants move, and sometimes they catch a bug, which attracts ants to rush out. Suddenly, such a big surprise fell from the sky, and the little guys ran around happily, watching the little guys in no hurry. I wonder how they did it. Niu Wa, her chin cupped in thinking. After watching the ants, we turned over and marveled at the magical clouds in the sky. Is it a masterpiece of a skillful craftsman or a wonderful pen? Clouds with thousands of images are floating vividly in the blue sky. You can imagine what you can be, and the universe is so wonderful.
The countryside not only has fresh air and charming scenery, but also simple and kind people. Every transplanting season, the green seedlings stand in the white water field between the fingers. As the saying goes, "Many people are good at farming", and the hometown people unite and help each other for three to five days. The whole field is endless. Green is full, green is wanton, green is lively and green is promising. The seedlings are nourished by sunshine and rain, and gradually mature. In the autumn harvest season of the year, rice from every household fills the whole of threshing ground. After harvesting, I waited for the thresher to remove the heavy grain. I haven't seen the eyes of white rice through the golden chaff for several months, as if I smelled glistening fragrant rice. As soon as the thresher is started, it will stop all day and night. The villagers brought their own farm tools and rushed to help each other, some bundled grass and some bagged it. Their busy figures shuttled through the sound of the machine. In less than half an hour, a pile of rice turned into bags of millet and filled the whole granary. During the break, they turned off the machine, wiped the dust off their faces and drank a glass of water to catch their breath. But at the moment, they will adjust themselves when they are tired. The aunts who tied the grass made fun of the old man and laughed happily into the sky. There is a lot of fun here, and there are children's interests there. The sound of two bells in the grain heap awakens the stars all night, and the bright moonlight shines on the threshing floor. How can you not miss such a full moon night?
What is even more touching and fresh in my memory is a series of deep footprints in the snow that year. Aunt Gospel lives behind my house. She was 40 years old and had four daughters at home. The old feudal thought wanted to have a son, and this time she was pregnant again. On this snowy day, Uncle Cai went to the vegetable garden to pull out some radishes and cabbages. The evangelical aunt chased after Uncle Cai's heel and called Uncle Cai to pull out more vegetables. Because it was difficult to go out in snowy days, the family had a large population and had to swallow vegetables when eating. Gospel aunt just went out and took a step, when she landed, she fell into the sky. Suddenly, my aunt cried out in pain while clutching her stomach. Uncle Cai heard the cry and turned and ran back. He saw his aunt's pale face and painful expression. This situation is very serious. In an instant, Uncle Cai's sky collapsed. His hands and feet panicked and he cried for help while holding his aunt. The screams aroused his neighbors' hopes for life. Everyone in the neighborhood came to see the situation and had to be rushed to the hospital. Now think about it, how anxious Uncle Cai should have been at that time, and his mood was the feeling that the sky was falling. At that time, the rural traffic was inconvenient and it was snowy, which made me very anxious. Helping neighbors, some with bamboo beds, some with straw, spread the bamboo beds in turn and cover them with a quilt. My aunt slept on a bamboo bed, and four strong men carried the bamboo bed and ran desperately to the town, leaving a string of footprints of different shades and lengths in the snow. The person who brought back good news to my aunt from the hospital. Aunt Gospel gave birth to a baby with a handle. The whole village was very happy. They told each other. The excited uncle Cai can only say two words "thank you". Later, I heard from my aunt that thanks to the neighbor next door who sent me to the hospital in time, the doctor said that if I were one hour late, my mother's life would be suspended. On the day when my aunt came home from the hospital, Uncle Cai spent three days drinking, and the villagers gathered together to drink, make noise and sing. The aroma in the stew pot was sent out of the ridge by the tenor, sent out of the village, and entered the dream of the wanderer with hot air. Aunt often teaches Eva to be grateful. If it weren't for the help of the villagers, NianLia's life would be gone. She also told Eva that he was not only her son, but also the son of the whole village. Remember that his roots are always here. More than 20 years later, I heard that Aunt Gospel's baby went to college and found a good job. In the second year of work, she solved the biggest living problem for the villagers, dug a deep well and made a reservoir for every household to pump water regularly. The villagers said with a smile that they finally got rid of the dilemma of carrying water across the embankment.
Such a picture in my mind fascinated me again and again in my hometown, looking at the mountains, caressing the grass and listening. Every time I dream of going back to my hometown, I always enjoy myself. The refreshing wind, the faint rain, the warm homesickness, and the quietness of the mountains in Na Yue fascinate me. For decades or even a lifetime, I can't go out of the corner of the mountain, and I can't change the accent that will never deteriorate.