Country is another kind word. Because this village is our hometown. If we extend the time by three generations, we are all villagers. This country is the root of you, me and him. Our ancestors were all in this country. Even people who later entered small cities, big cities, big cities, and even people from abroad, their roots are still at home, and they have all gone abroad. Yes, there is always a feeling of nostalgia. Therefore, no matter who they are, no matter where they go, no matter where they are, they will deeply root their lives in the countryside. They can't let go of their ancestral home in the distance, which is a refuge for blood! Whenever the countryside is mentioned, there is a sense of intimacy in my heart.
At this time, I suddenly remembered an ancient saying: "Clouds float in the air, and the sunset loves the motherland". In fact, they are talking about villages and residential areas. The nostalgia for the rural complex seems to have existed since ancient times. Considering our motherland and motherland, ancient sages set an example for us.
I grew up in the countryside, experienced the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow in the countryside and experienced the hard life in the countryside. I am used to rural folk proverbs and familiar with the ancient and mysterious stories told by rural old people. In the early morning, I heard the dim bells of the village calling for this land. At noon, when I was wandering in the country, I saw the smoke from every household. At dusk, when I came home from school, I saw a man coming home from work and a woman standing in front of the door. And that old cow crying loudly.
What I saw was a photo of living in beautiful countryside. What I heard and witnessed in this country were roosters crowing, horses and cattle running wildly, lanterns on the mountain, old ladies braiding their hair, and old ladies telling classics ... I still remember them vividly.
The beautiful scenery of the countryside in spring, summer, autumn and winter depicts different villages, which makes the countryside shine in the wonderful brushwork of nature and change into various beautiful colors.
Spring in the countryside is very desirable. The warm spring breeze is always intoxicating, and the bright spring is always lovely, depicting the spring in the countryside. Wandering in the winding country road, the eyes are full of spring, and the treetops are all spring. In rural mountainous areas, tall green trees, colorful mountain flowers and green grass come into view. Dazzling mountain flowers are illuminated by bright spring, filled with gentle smiles and nodding smiles, and the beauty of spring is conveyed among the blooming flowers all over the mountains. In meditation, you will hear the voice of "Ding Dong, Ding Dong", which is spring singing the beauty of spring.
Walking on the green country road moistened by the spring rain, I was fascinated. The surrounding clouds covered the countryside, houses, kitchen smoke, fields, pedestrians and livestock. Music is so poetic, looking at the countryside, humming, listening to the birds, smelling the fragrance of melons and fruits, enjoying the pastoral scenery and chasing the scenery of nature and life.
The summer in this country is intoxicating. Looking back at the summer in the countryside, the first thing that comes to mind is the summer in the countryside. People get together happily. Some people listened to the stories "General Yang" and "Biography of Yue Fei" on the radio, and they also listened well. Others gathered around the old man, listening to the rural versions of General Yang, Biography of Yue Fei and Biography of Sun Bin, whose novels were vivid and there were some interesting supplements nearby, which I was more interested in. Listening until people are almost gone, I am fascinated by it, and the old storyteller is a little tired. Just know what happened, and then stop a fault. Why do other middle-aged men and women get together and have so many good things to say? At ordinary times, I have said something difficult to say, and occasionally I will say a few ugly words. At that time, there was no pornography, so I made some jokes and jokes, which also attracted bursts of laughter and pierced the summer night sky. Some Chengxing will tell one or two pale yellow stories to exaggerate the atmosphere of summer nights. The children pretended to be disobedient and played with them. Young people and middle-aged men and women flashed into the river in the village. Under the cover of darkness, they bathed in sections. The women chose the secluded upstream and took a bath without hesitation with a smile. Now that I'm here, a summer night in the country is worth it. Unforgettable is that the summer nights in my hometown are always unforgettable after leaving my hometown for so many years.
Autumn in the country makes people feel happy. In the countryside in autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the air is pure and fresh, and the sunshine in autumn is no longer as vicious as that in summer. It's warm and quiet. It is full of golden sunshine on the vast land, bringing mountains and rivers, fields, villages and houses. Houses, roads and trees are covered with gold. In the autumn morning, the bright red morning light shines obliquely on the ground, shining on the faces of rural workers, and it feels very comfortable. On the vast land, crops are growing wildly, and there are busy harvest scenes everywhere, busy in the fields, intoxicated in the fields, breaking corn, peanuts, dividing sweet potatoes and cutting sweet potatoes, and laughter everywhere. Broke the autumn sky. Autumn in the village is another scene of bumper harvest. A cart full of grain came and made a "creak, creak" harvest sound. Those with burdens and baskets are back, and those with loads are back. This is also the joy of harvest, with a smile on his face. Some people who are busy during the day go home in the dark. Anxious family members lit lanterns and went out to meet them. On autumn nights, a string of lanterns slowly shoots at the village and the door of the house from different foothills and slopes. Beautiful autumn night. ...
Winter in the countryside is unforgettable. What impressed me most was the snow in winter. Snow, like a dancer in a paradise palace, flies from all directions, and some of them are still dancing in the wind, floating to the countryside, floating to the body, kissing the face, cool, wet, itchy and very comfortable. The new snow is tangible. It will melt and become nothingness in a period of time. No, not nothingness. It turned into a drop of water. By the time the snow fell, it was too late and it was about to land. It won't take long to pile up. It's just a thick white land. It's really beautiful. At this time, the land in the countryside has changed again, and many people are watching the snow. The earth is quietly covered with a thick layer of snow. After the heavy snow, there was no sound on the earth. It's really "heavy snow, the earth is silent". Looking around again, Robinia pseudoacacia, Robinia pseudoacacia and jujube trees near the snowflake ring are hanging on the branches. Their shapes are unique and charming. There are hundreds of years old Sophora japonica trees in the distance, which are full of silver flowers and very beautiful. It's really like a breeze at night, thousands of "pear trees", and flying snow brings beauty to the countryside and puts on clothes. Looking up at the surrounding mountains, it becomes "Yinshan", "wrapped in white, very charming", adding beautiful scenery. In the morning after the heavy snow, facing the morning sun in the east and looking at the wonders, we are often surprised to find that under the irradiation of red clouds, white snow flowers reflect dazzling light, just like countless stars flashing, flashing with great strangeness. Bright, white, crystal clear, pure and bright, beautiful and moving.
Winter in the country is very leisurely. Tired people begin to recover from spring, summer and autumn. Also called "cat winter", enjoy the happiness of winter. Some people get together to play cards, some go home to do their homework, but some people go to the streets to dance square dance, and the winter in the countryside is also very happy.
This country is a great book with endless themes. It tells the story of the country's spring, summer, autumn and winter, as well as the rural customs, mountains and rivers, dogs and chickens barking, wind, frost, rain and snow ... this country reminds me. What I yearn for, condensed in my heart, is my dream of the village, that is: my village, my dream.