Prose of hometown trip
I arrived in my hometown the next day. The fog in the country is really heavy, covering up almost all poverty and ugliness. I hurried to the Palestinian village and then to a distant village. Buck, a small village, is really fast, just like a happy elf, jumping between villages where chickens crow.
The countryside in deep winter is like a red apple, which is red inside. The once lush ridge is now overgrown with weeds, and the fruit trees at the foot of the mountain give nature a little green. And cooking smoke, like a mysterious veil, has a beautiful pastoral scenery. A paddy field is covered with long weeds. After the wind and frost, the weeds seem to be too fragile and become the prisoners of the last winter, leaving the earth pale and bleak. The bamboos on the river bank, such as soldiers who refuse to yield, are stationed around the villagers day and night. The stream in the village is crystal clear and has a thin pulse, like an old song. It is the bitter water here that has raised generations of rural children. Ducks playing in the water weave beautiful stories with strings of water drops, which brings me back to my youth. There are birds in the forest and insects in the field. Isn't this the perfect combination? Is this the purest and truest sound of nature? In the distance, a simple farmer walked into the field with a load of firewood and a smile on his mouth, which may be an affirmation of this year's bumper harvest. In a corner of the rice field, a flock of chickens are looking for food. Brown cattle are leisurely eating thatch, fat body, shiny hair and two eyes as big as bells. It seems that they have been busy for another year, panting. A yellow dog came running from time to time and tied its tail to the hut. ...
The warm sunshine makes the village sleepy, and there is no complicated sound, so the village looks so comfortable. Breeze, white clouds and Shan Lan all stay at this moment, which makes this village so charming.
In the eyes of the countryside, it is a paradise without sadness, hatred and red tape. The countryside in my eyes is so simple and pure.
Everything here makes me intoxicated. I don't know why many feelings in my heart are like a flood that has burst its banks.
After a long walk, I was almost numb. I really want to sit on a stone under a small tree and have a rest. It seems to be much more beautiful than the high-rise buildings in the city to see the ground covered with rehmannia leaves covered with grass, or the bare plane trees covered with fruits.
A cool breeze blew, and a yellow leaf swept over my brow, and suddenly I had the idea of returning the fallen leaves to their roots, didn't I? Are you really tired? Looking up at the sky, God comes through the clouds. I believe there will be stars all over the sky at night.
So, I hope
-Quiet night, come early.
In autumn, my wife and I finally returned to Huainan, our second hometown after a four-year absence.
Huainan is an old mining city, known as "Hundred Miles Coal City", and is one of the important thermal power generation bases in China, especially in East China. Huainan has a long history and profound cultural heritage. In the Western Han Dynasty, Liu Bang made Ying Bu the king of Huainan, making Huainan the first country in the world. Later, Liu An recruited talented people and scholars in Bagong Mountain, wrote books and made statements, and compiled famous works of all ages, known as Huainanzi, an ancient encyclopedia of China, and China gourmet tofu came from Huainan. In 1980s, I moved from my hometown to Huainan because of my work, and lived there for seventeen years. For more than ten years, I have been married and have children in this ancient city full of new vitality. I have had brilliant work and sad memories. However, in any case, Huainan has become my second hometown, where I can't give up in my life.
Due to job changes, I came to Hefei, the provincial capital, from Huainan, so I traveled between Huainan and the provincial capital for several years. I remember one spring four years ago, I still came to the provincial capital by train in Huainan as usual. I took the noon train that day. As it was still early, I came to a small garden in the east of the railway station to have a rest. Spring is here, full of vitality, warm wind blowing Buddha, flowing flowers everywhere in the air, and peach blossoms in the small garden are more beautiful. However, I never imagined that for various reasons, I didn't go back to Huainan for four years, and my thoughts really grew day by day. I'm fine now. I'm finally back. I'm very comfortable and excited.
In the evening, please invite my mother-in-law who has lived in our old house in Huainan for more than four years and my brother-in-law who works in the local area for dinner. The atmosphere is harmonious and warm and the food is rich and affordable. The next morning, after breakfast, my wife and I went to the vegetable market, which I have been going to every day for more than ten years. I met many vegetable sellers, such as "Ms. Egg" and "Mr. Tofu". However, several years have passed. I wonder if they are still good? The food market is an open space covered with a canopy. When we went there, we saw that it was still so lively and busy. First of all, we came to the booth of "Egg Girl" and saw that she was still the same as before, but she also looked much older and her hair was gray, but she always kept smiling. My wife greeted her and chatted with her. She also said that I haven't been back to Huainan for several years. "Egg Girl" said quickly, "Yes, it's been years. You must have made a fortune in the provincial capital. Oh, it's amazing. " "Where, where, you are getting more and more energetic!" In fact, during my recent years in the provincial capital, apart from being busy with work every day, the most important thing is to buy a suite and become a real house slave. I thought like this, while strolling, I came to the booth of "Tofu Man" unconsciously. "Tofu Man" is a man in his fifties, with bald head and dark face. His tofu is the best in Huainan. If you want to buy tofu from him in winter or holidays, you often have to queue for a long time. It is said that he once worked in a bean product factory in Beijing with a monthly salary of tens of thousands of yuan. Perhaps it was inseparable from leaving my hometown, and soon I returned to Huainan, where I still set up a stall and served warmly. That day, I looked at him from a distance, but I still saw that he was always busy, with a dark face, but full of energy and energy. The lives of ordinary people are generally so ordinary and real, and they live year after year. However, isn't a calm and real life a true portrayal of the happiness of a nation and a country?
On the third day, after breakfast, we will visit Shungeng Mountain, a hill in Huainan. Shungeng Mountain is east-west, winding and undulating, stretching for more than 20 kilometers. There are more than 30 peaks with the highest elevation of 2 16 meters. For tens of thousands of years, it has been between Huainan and Changfeng County, just like a natural barrier between the north and south mountains. According to legend, this mountain is named after ancient Shun Di, so it can be as famous as Bagong Mountain. Because Dwelling House is located in the north of the foothills of the main peak in Shungeng Mountain, it can be reached by walking for about one kilometer. In the early years, I could often climb up and overlook Baili Coal City. If the weather is clear, you can vaguely see the Huaihe River flowing quietly from west to east. The yellow and white Huai water in the sun, like a ribbon, like a silk thread tied to the hillside of Shungeng, makes people daydream. On that day, my wife and I climbed from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain. I saw a wide and long asphalt road dividing Shungeng Mountain in two, like a big ribbon tied around Shungeng Mountain's waist. We are delighted with this road-my wife said that this road was specially built by the previous government department for Shungeng Mountain tourism, and now it has become a passage for local people to take a walk or brisk walk after meals. Both sides of the road are covered with Woods and some unknown bushes. It's mid-late autumn, and the leaves are yellow and mixed together. Some cotinus coggygria leaves, which can only be seen in the south, have been covered with red autumn colors, giving Shungeng Mountain a flaming autumn color. We took out our mobile phones and took many photos, including roads, scenery and people. ...
When we were about to climb to the top of the mountain, we received a phone call from my brother-in-law and asked us to go to his house for lunch. My wife and I have to go down the mountain and take these things, because we are leaving Huainan this afternoon. My brother-in-law has prepared a sumptuous and good dish. After dinner, my brother-in-law specially drove us to the railway station. When I left, a deer and dog in my brother-in-law's house groaned reluctantly. But the train soon left Huainan. On the bus, my wife said that it is not enough for us to take the same train back and forth for so many years. Yes, over the years, we have been going our separate ways, and now we are getting better. This time, my trip to my second hometown is over.
Essay 3 on a trip to my hometown is because of this special complex. I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time. I decided temporarily, hurry back to my hometown! It suddenly turned cloudy this morning. I'm afraid of rain! But it was good all the way. The relaxed and free weather was cool, but it didn't rain. Everything is done in a pleasant and quiet environment. The wind blew through my ears and sang praises for me all the way. I really want to shout, "hometown! I am back! " Today, I am really happy, high-spirited, high-spirited, and my heart is full of infinite beautiful fantasies, and my feelings are rolling with infinite beautiful poems. Si Wen is drawing sweet inspiration, and my heart is full of infinite happiness and longing, and my ears sometimes pass the basic calls of birds. My heart is really drunk! Drunk orange song, sing all the way! ……
It has been more than six years since I left my hometown. I've always wanted to go back to my hometown since the cement road was opened in my hometown. That year, Mr. Huang Liuwei, a rural sage, came back from Beijing. I hurried back to the lower group of Luheng Village, Xiazhai Town, Pinghe County and had a long talk with him. Speaking of hometown construction, hometown electricity and hometown roads, these are all realized now. When the hometown is connected with "big electricity", it is connected with the electricity of the national power grid, and the low-voltage electricity generated by its own small hydropower station is no longer used. At present, big power has always had electricity, household appliances can supply power, and there are TV relay equipment, even foreign TV programs can be broadcast. My uncle's family also built two houses, concrete buildings, "no wood", and built three and a half floors. The house is very spacious and bright. The cement road also hits the door, and cars and motorcycles can drive to the door. It is said that my uncle's grandson also bought a suite 130 square meters in the county town of Jinluanwan. Great changes have taken place in my hometown. The government is harmonious, roads are connected, electricity is connected, houses are lit, and guns are changed, but it is just different.
The bamboo forest in my hometown is still so dense and green, the bamboo forest is singing, the birds are singing crisp and bright, the faint fog is gentle and charming, and I am whispering with the bamboo leaves in a warm kiss. Under the gentle caress of the wind, the grove is singing softly, and Shan Ye is quietly brewing the idea of poetry. Everything is so beautiful and quiet, and there are pine trees and Chinese fir trees. I am also looking forward to the thoughts and fantasies like prose and novels. ……
When I arrived at Zhong Teng's village site, I saw the portrait of Huang Guoliang, an ancient second-class military commander, for the first time, and saw the style of the second-class mansion. Zhongteng Village has a profound cultural heritage. During the Qianlong period of the Qing dynasty, there was a second-class military attache, and later the court allocated funds to build the second-class mansion, which has been commemorated. There are more than 20 modern sages admitted to key universities after the resumption of the college entrance examination. Almost every year, people are admitted to key universities, and talents emerge one after another!
In order to facilitate the winding mountain road, I rode my motorcycle home. When I got home, I first met the porcelain Guanyin and Buddha statue that were temporarily placed in my uncle's house, and then rode my uncle straight to Shiguping on a motorcycle. The scenery of Shiguping is unique here. I used to eat grass and play here when I was a child. On this big stone, now this big stone has been leveled into a platform by masons. According to my uncle, this big statue of Guanyin will be placed on it, and other buildings will be built to shovel out the ground level. The cement road has also been opened. When the stone Guanyin is to be built, the electricity of the State Grid is also set up here. Everything is ready now, except for the east wind. When the funds are raised, the hall and castle can be built. Seeing the light fog on the distant mountain, I really want to shout: "Shi Guanyin! I'm back! Shiguping! I'm back! In my beautiful hometown, I am back! And Zhong Teng Village! I'm back! ……"
As a wanderer in my hometown, I really want to come back to you. What kind of feeling is so wonderful? A shepherd boy who grew up in Xiushui, Lingshan, his hometown, once had the best dreams of literature, music, calligraphy and sports here. The result is the most beautiful landscape aura in my hometown, the dazzling beauty in my hometown, and beautiful bamboo, Chinese fir and pine trees. Pengniao, the wings of youth, once symphonized the dream of going to sea here. These beautiful songs, beautiful poems and colorful dreams will be woven here forever. We will work together with Mr. Huang Liuwei, a rural sage, to build a more beautiful and beautiful hometown crosswalk, so that the huge stone statue of Guanyin can be erected as soon as possible and become a hometown crosswalk.
The beautiful hometown, Xiazu, Luheng Village, Zhongteng Village, Xiazhai Town, Pinghe County, Fujian Province, is a small mountain village with beautiful scenery and outstanding people, which will show the world her extraordinary beauty and eternal style! ……
20xx.8. 12。 Written in Zhangzhou