1. I was very young then. In my memory, my mother's unicycle is a farm tool on one side and me on the other. It's far from home, and my mother always pushes it for a while. At that time, I thought my mother was very tall and big.
At that time, most of the countryside was poor, but there were not many poor people like my family. But my mother always plays tricks to make me eat well. Mother often brings back seven or eight kilograms of rice from grandma's house. Whenever boiling water, she will take out a small black cloth bag, which is as big as her mother's palm. She put the white rice in a cloth bag, sealed it and boiled it in water. When the rice is cooked, the rice in that bag will always belong to me. Mother drank a little cloudy "rice soup" Love to a certain extent, even the most ordinary people can try their best to meet the needs of the people they love. The bag clearly carries heavy maternal love and deep expectations!
Southerners and water are always inseparable. When I was a child, I was always wet by watering the flowers upstairs, lying on the windowsill, watching the old man fishing by the river and the graceful young woman washing clothes. Their bright foreheads will reflect the lazy afternoon sunshine, and they will jump into the eyes brightly, making people feel warm.
Under the sky at that time, children's entertainment was a more eye-catching landscape. What impressed me the most was Driving a Train. Dozens of children grab the skirts of the people in front one by one, and the leader is often the tallest. He held a stick in his hand and directed us to turn around. Because I am small, I often stand in the middle of the line. Watching the wooden stick go up and down, people seem to be able to go up and down. With the skill of reaching directly into the sky, I often enjoy running breathlessly. What we are most interested in is to entangle our brothers and sisters who come home from school with a long body "train" Qi Xin and Qi Xin worked together to wrap them up three floors inside and three floors outside. We were really happy to see them fly into a rage: Hum! Who told you to look down on us "kids"! Seen from a distance, it looks like a giant centipede doing evil.
As night fell, grandparents enjoying the cool by the river began to drive us away with their bamboo fans that swatted mosquitoes. At this time, our "locomotive" screamed "retreat!" So we started from the back of the car, reported our home address, and the big group sent our friends home one by one. Every time I go home, I will lie on the windowsill and watch my friends across the river active in every street with lights on.
3. Xiling Snow Mountain, a bright green pearl, is embedded in Dayi County, Chengdu, Sichuan Province, a land of abundance, with a total area of 483 square kilometers. The highest snow peak in the scenic spot is 5364 meters above sea level. Standing in the sky, the snow doesn't melt all the year round. Under the sunlight, it is white and glittering, with brilliant silver light, beautiful and spectacular. When Du Fu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in Chengdu Caotang, he wrote a timeless quatrain: "The window contains a thousand miles of autumn snow in Xiling, and the door of Wu Dong Wan Li is moored", praising this scene, hence the name Xiling Snow Mountain.
Xiling Snow Mountain is divided into front mountain and back mountain. The front mountain scenic spot is mainly composed of waterscapes such as streams and waterfalls and a wide variety of plants. The whole scenic spot is colorful and full of weather. There are snow-capped peaks and cliffs all year round here, rising clouds in the sea of clouds, unpredictable alpine meteorology, vast and desolate virgin forests, countless exotic flowers and trees, constant rapids and waterfalls all year round, dancing colorful butterflies, home of pandas, peak of golden monkeys, maze of natural stone gates and strange rocks ... all gather here to form a magnificent scenery.
I spent my childhood in a beautiful country. Being forced to go from the city to the countryside is undoubtedly a loss for adults, but it is a boon for children. More than twenty years ago, rural areas in Jiangxi were generally poor, but those red mountains never lacked abundant green grass. Carrying a schoolbag, skipping through the brilliant Chinese milk vetch, rape flowers and crystal-clear streams and rivers, pulling a handful of wild flowers in the temple, looking from a distance, is like cutting off a corner of a cloud from the horizon.
Soon, guests from afar will come to see us from Shanxi, and we will meet them by train. Aunt looked out of the window all the way, but she was filled with emotion: "The land in the south is so fertile that even every gap is covered with so dense weeds, but unfortunately there are no crops." This inadvertently leaked word, like a whisper, like a whisper, has taken root in my mind. From that moment on, I began to pay attention to the land under my feet. Every time a warm current flows through my chest, I am proud of every inch of ordinary land and weeds.
Dad was also very happy, waved to me and walked into my dormitory. Every time, he will help me fill the kettle and clean the dormitory spotless. Dad knows that I am lazy, that the water room is too far away, and that cleaning is too troublesome.
This later became a habit: I sat at the dining table and ate KFC, watching my father busy and making the dormitory look like a magician. Until one time-that Wednesday afternoon, the teacher dragged the whole class. I hurried back to the dormitory and found my father already there. The dormitory has been cleaned, my bed has been made as usual, and the kettle has been filled with water and put on the shelf. At the dinner table, Colonel KFC gave me a kind smile, but my father fell asleep. He leaned against my bed and looked tired. Suddenly, I saw a few drops of crystal sweat on his forehead, which made me feel sad under the setting sun outside the window. "Dad ..." I couldn't help crying softly.
6. I can't get tired of seeing horses running on the desert grassland; Looking at the kite flying in the blue sky and the white sails fluttering in the trough, I can't get tired of watching it; I can't get tired of watching the train whistling on the earth. ...
I can't get tired of their heroic spirit, galloping scenery and the roaring whirlwind of tireless vitality.
I feel that the most precious parts of my life, those containing the solemn and sacred beauty of life, have a magical and burning spirit, which connects their galloping rhythm with their vivid and healthy melody.
They keep my mind from withering and make me realize that the real life should be running, running and flying tirelessly, not staying or sinking. Eternal Mercedes-Benz, on the battlefield, in the countryside, in the factory building, even in the quiet laboratory, even in the quiet library, even under the quiet moonlight and light. ...
7. An old carpenter is preparing to retire. He told his boss that he would leave the construction industry and go home to enjoy family happiness with his wife and children.
The boss didn't want to let his good worker go and asked him if he could help build another house. The old carpenter agreed. But everyone can see later that his heart is no longer working. He uses soft materials and does rough work. After the house was built, the boss gave him the key to the gate.
"This is your house." He said, "My gift to you."
He was dumbfounded with shock and ashamed. If he knew he was building a house for himself, how could he do it? Now he has to live in a humble house! So do we. We casually "build" our own life, not actively, but passively, refusing to strive for perfection in everything and failing to do our best at critical moments. When we realized our situation, we were already trapped in the "house" we built. Imagine you as a carpenter. Think about your house. Every day you knock a nail, add a board, or erect a wall. Use your wisdom to build well! Your life is the only creation in your life, which cannot be erased and rebuilt. Even if there is only one day to live, that day should be beautiful and noble. The nameplate on the wall reads: "Life is your own creation."
8. The distant ancestors of mankind came from the ocean. I am a child of human beings, and it is my nature to love the sea.
In my boyhood, I only knew how to love the sea. I often sit on the rocks on the beach, watching the blue waves of the sea rippling, listening to the simple and rhythmic songs of the waves, and let my heart chase the sunset glow on the horizon by the waves.
Later, when I grew up and bid farewell to my childish days, I learned more about the sea, knowing that it was covered with blue silk and there was a quiet and strange underwater world. There are spectacular sights that I can't see, huge mountains called Hailing, awake and sleeping mineral deposits, and volcanic groups that are erupting magma despite the weight of water. Connected with the ridge, there is a vast and magnificent trough, in which there are milky blue springs, luminous aquariums and surprisingly warm and vibrant oasis of life. They are also exploring, talking and waiting for the deep dawn.
When I grew up, I not only discovered a world under the sea, but also learned how to live in another world by the coast. I know that I can't just stare at the microwave-filled sea and chase the jumping and broken waves on the river; But to pursue the deep sea through the deep curtain, the deep and vast land under the sea, and the magnificent wonders on this land.
9. The big tree with many years of history stands quietly by the roadside at the entrance to the village. Who comes to our village, the first thing they see is this big tree.
Under the big tree is our favorite place to play, especially in summer, when the sun is scorching outside, we run under the big tree, just like entering a cool world. We do our homework and play with sandbags under the tree.
A stream flows by the big tree. The stream is clear and transparent, and every stone can be seen clearly. When we are tired of doing homework or playing, we can wash our faces in the clear stream and let the wind blow. Wow, it's very comfortable!
Grandpa said that his grandfather's grandfather played games under this big tree when he was a child. They left this world long ago, but this big tree is greener every year.
Grandpa said that the dead people of the older generation have all become children of this big tree, and the new green leaves in spring are all lives that have lived in the village.
The lifeless life has given us more shade today. Under the big tree, we suddenly felt grown up.
10. Agriculture is on the eighth day of December, which is the traditional Laba Festival in China. Some people want to cook "Laba porridge" with rich ingredients and delicious taste. According to folklore, this custom is related to Zhu Yuanzhang, who founded the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu was born in poverty, herded cattle for landlords since he was a child, and often went hungry and cold. One year, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, he was hungry and grazing cattle on the grass. He accidentally found a vole hole and reached for it, trying to catch a vole and cook it to satisfy his hunger. The vole didn't catch it, but he took out a pile of corn, beans, rice and other voles to store food for the winter. Little Zhu Yuanzhang was overjoyed. Wash these miscellaneous grains, cook a pot of porridge and have a full meal. In his memory, this is the most unforgettable delicious food.