Water
Clear, clear, cool, sweet. A large spring, for the village village generations of people to eat and drink. At that time, almost all farmers do not boil water, thirsty, scoop a ladle or hold a few handfuls of spring water, to the mouth, gurgling, will be satisfied to wipe a mouth, feel is: sweet and cool. Now, when I sit in the cold drink hall licking ice cream or tea bar sipping tea Longjing, but how can not find that feeling.
Road
Curved, winding, winding in the grass, is a long rope to measure the foot. How many forefathers, all their lives did not measure their own feet in the end how long, then in the sigh of relief into the land full of weeds, rested. Only a few childhood love to play slingshot troublemakers, while reading broke the paper on the windows of the Zhang moncler outlet store, ran out, and came back with a four-wheeled car, to repair the road straight and wide.
Bridge
Seeing that rainbow in the sky, I thought of the small stone arch bridge at the entrance of the village. The village people out of the in and out, come and go all hit it on the body stepped over, but how it does not know tired it? In the stone cracks of the bridge, full of green grass, some still blooming flowers, a cluster of shrubs have flourished out of the bridge, I think, it is not a stone bridge to grow out of a lock of beard! Whether to tell people, it has been old, the retirement. The full moon is hanging high in the sky, but the mooncake in my hand has been broken into several pieces by my mother. The story of Grandpa's beard is like the cotton head that Grandma clutched in her hands when she spun the yarn, which grew longer and longer, as if it could never be pulled out. And the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is not long, I often fell asleep under the cattail fan that my grandmother slowly and leisurely swatted mosquitoes, to do a round dream.
Tree
I remembered that in addition to the surrounding mountains, in the backyard of the home, in front of the door, in the stream bank, roadside, there is a tree. In the spring, the leaves on the trees and crops in the fields become two layers of green waves in the air and on the ground, dancing in the wind, swaying, competing. When I breathed in, it was green and fresh. Now it is a story in my children's eyes. I see some trees with cut off heads and limbs in the streets and parks, are they called trees? Just like seeing the animals chained in the zoo, although there is life, but only meek, no spirit, lost the wild, more is sad.
Song
Rough voice, roar up to call the valley shock. There is no five-line score, do not understand the Gong Shang Angle Symbol Feather, all rely on the bottom of a breath, the heart of the joy, sadness, thoughts and love all roar out, so that the imported beauty of the voice eclipsed. The young brother's singing voice is a cupid's arrow that hits the bull's-eye of his sister. Nowadays, it is replaced by rock music on TV. Only the old people who are old or have tasted the sweetness will smack their toothless frog mouths and say, "I can't hear it anymore," every time they think of it.
Changes in my hometown
"Hope, why don't you go home to your hometown?" Dad asked me once again. I said the same old thing: "No, never!" At this time, evoked the things I used to do in my hometown: we sleep on dry thatch, there is no mosquito netting, mosquitoes bite at night, so I can not sleep the whole night; in front of the door is a pile of cow dung, stinky and dirty, a foot step down, feet do not know what has become of it; the muddy road is full of puddles of water, if you accidentally step on the puddle of water, the whole foot sinks down, it is difficult to pull out the foot, but the Shoes but stay in the mud puddle ...... Dad seems to see my mind, said to me: "Now hometown 'not today than in the past'." I secretly thought: is this true? So I followed my grandfather in the car to go home to my hometown.
Coming to my hometown, ah! It was so beautiful! Could this be my eyes blurred? I rubbed my eyes, no? Originally the previous potholes, rugged road, has now become a flat asphalt road, the road on both sides of the planting of flowers and trees, bees singing, butterflies dancing, skyscrapers rise up. My father and I came to my uncle's house, wow, my uncle's house has changed, the walls are painted snow white, as if it is powdered jade, as if it is silver. The furniture was brand new, with dragon and phoenix patterns. The house is very big, they no longer need to cook things on the stove, are replaced by a gas stove, convenient and quick ...... I seem to be in the fairyland on earth. Uncle took me into a room, lifted a piece of flower cloth, ah, this is exactly what I am familiar with - computer. Uncle skillfully maneuvered the computer, as if talking about the piano. My sister also had a computer, and she was quite good at playing the computer. The old social concepts that used to favor men over women are gone now. I can't imagine that the quality of people in my hometown has improved so fast! After lunch, I took a leisurely walk and saw that the farmers in the distance no longer used the old oxen to pull the plow to cultivate the land, but used all kinds of tractors to plow the land. The sound of the plowing is like praising the changes in the hometown.
The people in my hometown have changed, the land has changed, and transportation has become easier, with telephones and everything. But what makes these changes? I was puzzled when two women were talking and laughing. One of them said, "The government is still good, and I don't favor boys over girls anymore. I now realize that girls are so great too!" "My daughter is also ah ...... "I suddenly realized that it was the government's credit wow! I think: assuming that in the future, this place must become even better!