Country is another two polite words. Because this village is our hometown. If we extend our time by three generations, we are all villagers. This country is the root of you, me and him. All our ancestors are in this country. Even people who later moved into small towns, big cities and big towns, and even people from abroad, whose roots are still in that country, have left the country. Yes, there is always a sense of nostalgia. So whoever they are, wherever they go, wherever they are, they have rooted their lives y in the countryside. They can't let go of their ancestral houses in the distance, where the blood is sheltered! Whenever you refer to the countryside, there is a sense of intimacy within.
At this point, I suddenly remembered the words of the ancients: "floating clouds floating in the air, the sunset to the love of the motherland", in fact, they were talking about the countryside and residential areas. It seems that nostalgia for the countryside has existed since ancient times. Considering our homeland and fatherland, the ancient sages have set an example for us.
Growing up in the countryside, where I experienced wind, frost, snow, and rain, and a hard life in the countryside, I became accustomed to rural folk proverbs and familiar with the ancient and mysterious stories told by rural elders. Early in the morning, I hear the dim bells of the village calling out to the land. At noon, while wandering around the countryside, I saw the smoke rising from every house. At dusk, when I came home from school, I saw a man coming home from work, a woman standing in front of the door. , and the old cow mooing loudly.
What I saw were pictures of beautiful country life. What I heard and witnessed in that country were roosters crowing and barking, horses and cows galloping wildly, horse lanterns on the hills, old ladies pinching their braids, and old ladies talking about the classics ...... , I remember them fresh and vivid.
The four seasons of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter depict the countryside in a different light, which makes it shine with the wonderful strokes of nature, and change into a variety of beautiful colors.
Spring in the countryside is very desirable. Warm spring breezes are always enchanting and bright spring days are always lovely to depict the countryside. Wandering along the curved country lanes, the eyes are full of spring and the treetops are full of spring. In the rural mountains, tall green trees, colorful mountain flowers and green grass come into view. Dazzling mountain flowers are illuminated by the bright spring light, overflowing with soft smiles and swaying with nodding smiles, while the beauty of spring passes from bloom to bloom in the mountains. In meditation, you will hear the sound of "ding dong, ding dong", which is the spring water singing about the beauty of spring.
I was mesmerized as I strolled along the green country roads moisturized by the spring rains. The surrounding clouds enveloped the countryside, houses, smoke, fields, pedestrians and livestock. The music was so poetic and picturesque, gazing at the countryside, watching the humming and flying, listening to the whispers of the birds, smelling the fruits and melons, enjoying the countryside and chasing the scenery of nature and life.
Summer in the country is intoxicating. The first thing that comes to my mind when I look back at the summer in the countryside is the summer in the countryside. People gathered happily. Some listened to Liu Lanfang's stories "General Yang" and "Legend of Yue Fei" on the radio. Others surrounded the old man and listened to the country version of General Yang, The Legend of Yue Fei and Sun Bin, which was more lifelike than Liu Lanfang's novels, and there were some interesting supplements nearby, which were of more interest to me. Listening to it until the people had almost disappeared, I was fascinated and the old storyteller was a bit tired. Just find out what's going on and stop for a glitch. How is it that other middle-aged men and women get together and have so many good things to say? I also said things that are usually hard to say, and the occasional bad word. There was no pornography, so I made jokes and jokes that also attracted gales of laughter that pierced the summer night sky. , and some of the Sing Sing's would talk about the last yellowish story or two to exaggerate the atmosphere of the summer night. The children pretended not to listen and played with them. Young and middle-aged men and women flashed toward the village river. Under the cover of darkness, they bathe in separate sections. The women chose the more secluded upper reaches and laughed and bathed without hesitation. Now I'm coming to the point where a summer night in the countryside is still worth it. Memorably, after so many years away from home, summer nights in my hometown are always memorable.
Autumn in the countryside makes people happy. In the countryside in the fall, the sky is high and the clouds are high, the air is high and fresh, and the sun in the fall is no longer as toxic as in the summer. It carries warmth and tranquility. It pours golden sunlight over the vast land, bringing mountains, rivers, fields, villages and houses. Houses, roads and trees are covered in gold. On autumn mornings, the bright red morning sunlight shoots obliquely toward the ground and shines on the faces of people working in the countryside, who feel comfortable. On the vast land, crops grow wildly, everywhere is a busy harvest scene, busy in the fields, drunk in the fields, breaking corn, peanuts, dividing sweet potatoes, cutting sweet potatoes, everywhere, laughing, shouting. Breaking the fall sky. The village is another harvest scene in the fall. A wheelbarrow full of grain comes up, making the "squeak, squeak" sound of the harvest. Those with burdens and baskets come back, those with full loads come back, and this is also the joy of harvest, with smiles on their faces. There are also those who are busy during the day, so they come home in the dark. Anxious family members put on their lanterns then go out to greet them. In the fall night, a string of lanterns slowly shoots from different foothills and slopes towards the village towards the doors of the houses. The beautiful scenery of a fall night...
Winter in the countryside is evocative. What impresses me most is the winter winter snow. Snow like dancers in the heavenly palace, flying from all directions, some still in the wind, drifting to the countryside, drifting to the body, kissing the face, cool, wetwet, itchy, feel very comfortable. The snow that has just arrived is tangible and physical. It will melt in time and become nothingness. No, it is not nothingness. It has turned into a drop of water. When the snow falls, it is too late and it will fall to the ground. It doesn't take long to pile up, it's just a thick white ground. It was really beautiful. That's when the rural land changed again and many people were watching the snow. The earth was quietly covered with a thick layer of white snow, and the earth did not make a sound at all after the snowfall, it was really "the snow fell and the earth was silent". Looking around again, the snowflakes ringed the neighborhood acacia, acacia and jujube trees hanging on the branches. Their shapes are unique and fascinating. In the distance, the centuries-old acacia trees were beautifully covered with silver blossoms. It was really like the breeze of the night, a thousand "ten thousand pear blossoms", and flying snow brought the beauty to the countryside and dressed it up in costumes. When I look up at the surrounding mountains again, they become "silver mountains", "covered with silver, very charming", adding to the beautiful scenery. The morning after a heavy snowfall, facing the sunrise in the east, looking at the spectacle, often surprised to find that, in the light of the red clouds, the white snowflakes reflect the dazzling light, like countless stars in the twinkling, twinkling with a huge strange. Bright, white, crystalline, pure and bright, beautiful.
Winter in the countryside is very leisurely. From the beginning of spring, summer and fall tired people begin to recover health. It is also called "cat winter", enjoy the joy of winter. Some people get together to play cards, some people go home to do some homework, but also some people go to the street to dance square dance, and the winter in the countryside is also very happy.
This country is a big book with endless topics. It talks about the country's spring, summer, fall and winter, as well as rural customs, mountains and rivers, roosters and dogs barking, wind, frost, snow and rain ...... This country is nostalgic for me. Yearning, condensed in my heart is my dream of the village that is.