The sun shines on the loess plateau of my hometown. The yellow soil plateau, the name of the place. The yellow land, the yellow soil hit out of the mud embryo cover up the house, yellow wall above the gray tile, full of pure and simple but also full of helplessness! Winter is a bleak and desolate scene. The earth was shaved by the shaver as bare as the hair, not an inch of grass, the mountains and rivers are lonely and cold, a frozen white band of stiff indifference set in the village valley, mercilessly flooded with silver light. The village old man, wearing a black cotton jacket and black pants, both hands in the sleeve cage, hunched over, a talk, a breath of air out of the lips. Spit, fell to the ground, is ice. The children went to school in this way, the classroom with a stove, but did not feel warm, looking forward to the end of class, can bask in the sun. Otherwise, they could squeeze and squeeze out some warmth. Frozen ears were painful and itchy, and frozen hands and feet were so itchy that I just wanted to take a knife and scrape them. If you don't have a hot soup to drink, you really feel that the world is cold. When I slept at night, curled up, the quilt warmed up, and the day dawned. I didn't like my hometown at that time and wanted to leave. When spring comes there will be a little bit of color, we are very happy, after surviving the cold, green to spread the sky to bring the color of hope, it decorates the mountains, decorating the ground! But it was only temporary. The summer sun is strong, fierce poison, white flowers shine on the loess plateau, people go out to work early in the morning, rest at noon, the afternoon sun sets, and run out to work. The sun shines on the loess plateau of my hometown without color or hope. I left my hometown, and I didn't leave it behind. Going out was the cry of my heart! The world outside the mountain is gray, I do not know whether it is full of hope or sadness, pain or happiness, need to go into the fog to see.
Finally, I settled in the south, running in the city streets. The South is wonderful, is pragmatic, is also broad, can accept outsiders. The struggle is also wonderful. However, one day, I was tired, the city belongs to the young, probably because of the old, I think the building is too high, too much, too noisy, can not see the sky, the heart blocked. Standing in the street, the white sunshine makes people can not open their eyes, the street is full of people in a hurry, people sitting in the car, a face of indifference, sitting in the subway, a face of indifference, unless there is a business transaction, unless it is because of the relationship between the work of people to know, unless we are friends, so that you will see the friendly face, otherwise no one is willing to talk to anyone more than a word. The main street has a heat wave from the time you get up in the morning, the heat wave is the people who live the night life and work at night, leaving their breath behind, and before it dissipates, the people who do the breakfast business and work in the morning take over, and it's always bustling with activity. Going to work in the morning in the heat, going out hard for lunch at noon. After two o'clock the bustle and hustle starts again, after all, one has to make a living, no one appreciates the sun, no one loves the sun, people are irritable, tired of the bright sun, too hot for their headaches and dizziness. Of course, if it's the rainy season, they'll be annoyed and complain, it's raining endlessly. The stress of looking at everything is like a whip that whips people into a busy spin. Those who can stay in the city stay, those who can't will return to their hometowns, the city is always busy, some people come, some people go. Left behind the story of wandering, left a lot of people's youth story, after that, but can not take away anything, they remember the city, the city does not remember them. The people left behind feel empty, the people far away feel sad!
Recently, I always see the defense of Yan'an and other dramas. See the sun shines on the loess plateau, yellow poverty of the yellow earth, the President, they are here to talk and laugh, strategizing, and not lack of sadness. It seems that it is still a matter of state of mind.
I began to miss my hometown, a beautiful picture of the world presented in my shaking the banana fan closed eyes. It is not all winter. The sun in the spring, like a sleepy little lion, stretching its paws, yawning, began to launch its might, oh, it began to melt the frozen land, awakened the seeds underground, the grass sprang up, the branch buds began to bulge their bellies, the birds began to fly back, and the wind was gentle and warm. At that time, I wanted to wear a flowing skirt and dance like a fairy. The flowering period is not long, a week or so, it fell, but soon there are round little apples, little peaches, little pears grew up, like little babies waiting to grow up, I drooled Baba watched them grow up. At that time, I carried a small basket, wearing a crocheted braid, jumping and jumping on the mountain road, my eyes clear and bright, holding the water of the river. The clear water of the river slipped between my hands, creating waves and thumping mallets, and when my classmates, who were herding sheep, walked by, we looked at each other and blushed with shame. I went home and dried my clothes in the sun of the loess plateau, where the sun's warmth gave it a golden flavor. I sang along with the village's big radio in the sun, "My family lives on the high loess plateau, and the wind blows through the slope in all seasons. My father was usually industrious and enthusiastic in the spring and summer and fall; he was always busy; he was either carrying water or hoeing and plowing. It was even better when he was harrowing. He seemed like a commander commanding an army of thousands of horses, he held a whip in one hand and the reins in the other, his body standing on the harrow stood back, his feet were spread apart, his legs were taut to maintain his balance, his whip blundered through the air and threw out an arc, the whip made a sharp clang, and his father yelled: Hei ...... Hei... ...The animals panicked and charged straight ahead, and my father's rake flew up like a ship at sea, and from the bottom of the rake dust sprang out angrily and filled the sky, like a thousand armies behind him, and he was cool and valiant. The sun shone on his copper-colored skin, and the beads of sweat glistened like pearls, and I was so envious, as if I were flying with him over the yellow earth. The sun shines on the yellow earth and gives us warmth. I usually run out to play in the afternoon, do not know the heat, and small friends to catch the robin, even if the harvest of a robin skin is also happy, look at the golden clothes, the side of the head strange, it really will take off the clothes after. The robin is not tired of calling, small partners with a long bamboo pole, not thirsty and not hungry, not tired of capturing the go.
There is no trouble in this world, with desire there is trouble. Zhuangzi dreamed of a butterfly, the butterfly is happy and free, it is flying. If our heart is not wanting too much, there is the sun in life, there is the moon, there are mountains and water, I think it must also be very good, fathers and grandfathers in that valley for a lifetime, sunrise and sunset, there is not too much hardship, there are not too many desires, there is not too much pain, there is not too much love and hate, I think that in fact, it is the Peach Blossom Garden in the heart. In this way, it seems that people's pain and troubles are self-seeking. In the world around, around and around, to the end to come but still think peace and quiet, no desire, no desire is the richest life, if so, why do I want to give up that peach blossom like hometown, wandering around. Alas, people's lives may be to recognize it, small friends have also reached middle age, they live in the hometown is very good, contentment! The houses in the village have also been replaced with brick houses. With the red color, solar energy is also erected on the roof of every house. Naturally, the houses were full of everything. The winter is not so cold because of the wealth!
The sun shines on the loess plateau in his hometown, shining the earth white, how beautiful, ah, because they experienced a harsh winter, they look forward to the sun, they cherish the sun, they cherish the sun, they know that when winter comes, the sun can't do anything to shine, so they are willing to cherish the sun in the summer gave too much heat! They look toward light and hope in their hearts! The sun is there, and the sunlight pours over their hearts even in winter!
If you want to go back to your hometown, you can spend your days in the house built by your father. A book, a glass of water, a bowl of porridge, and sunshine, enough happiness! I think so.