My hometown is located in a small village in Xiangyang, Hubei Province. I don't have a lot of memories of Xiangyang because I left when I was ten years old and didn't have much of a chance to go into the city to familiarize myself with everything there, but I have a lot of memories of my little village in my head.
Can the slowly rising smoke from the memories bring a beautiful picture to your mind? Let's move our fingers together to find the memories of childhood.
When I was a kid, life was actually very simple. In the 90s, there were no flexible remote-controlled cars in the countryside, and no cool Transformers. The games we played at that time were very simple and very common, like living mud, chasing after a lost treasure, but it was very happy.
Every spring, walking on the road after school, the most happy is to see in front of a piece of rapeseed flowers. They blossomed with small golden flowers, densely packed and layered, and also emitted a faint fragrance.
Far away, rape flowers are like a golden sea; close up, rape flowers are very high, flowers next to each other, a cluster of clusters, the color golden golden. When the wind blew, they were like a dancer, dancing there, and the sight was y intoxicating.
"In that place where the peach blossoms bloom" evokes the thoughts of how many people travel, the small village in April, the peach blossoms from light red to deep red, overlapping, staggered, not there are bees and butterflies surrounded by people mesmerized.
Memories of whenever this time, will run to the mountains to see the peach blossoms in full bloom. As far as the eye can see, it's like the countryside is covered with a peach-colored brocade, a house is surrounded by overlapping peach blossoms, just like a beautiful painting, you feel like you're in a paradise in the world.
During the summer vacation, three or five friends went to the stream to catch shrimp, went to the lotus pond to pick lotus seeds, and went to the field to catch dragonflies. Everyone just chased and ran, a moment to run to the tall haystacks hide-and-seek, a moment to run to the mountains to pick wild fruits, and we are always in the playfulness of the time, see the chimneys rise in the smoke, know that our mother is calling us to go home.
"Ambiguous distant people's villages, according to the market smoke. Dogs barking in deep alleys, chickens crowing in mulberry trees ------ "Read Tao Yuanming's song "Returning to the Garden", will always be associated with a picture of a quiet and beautiful idyllic scenery. When the smoke rises serenely from the village, you will always feel a sense of belonging to the family and the hope of endless life. Because it is warm, is the countryside is the warmest and most unique a landscape.
Would like to take you living in the city, step into the countryside in spring, step into the village of the bees and butterflies, step into the picturesque countryside, unloading the shoulders of thousands of kilograms of weight, back to the child's age of joy, the joy, beyond words. Let's get together when you have the chance!
My hometown is in a small village in Xiangyang, and it is the place I remember most.