I like the handwritten newspaper entitled Fengcheng.
I remember my father often took me home when I was not old enough to go to school. There is a winding narrow road in front of my hometown, and towering trees stand on both sides. There is a stream by the side of the road, and there are paddy fields by the stream. In spring, the green grass on both sides of the path fills the gap left by the big roots. The stream is clear and gurgling, and you can see the little fish chasing and playing in the grass and hiding in the cracks. Some rice fields have green wheat seedlings, and some rice fields have golden rape flowers; Some rice fields are full of weeds, but they are full of wild flowers. Playing on the path, the fragrance of grass is mixed with the fragrance of flowers, and the air is particularly fresh and sweet. The path in front of my hometown has become a paradise I miss. If you climb the hillside behind your home and overlook the path in your hometown, the path under the big tree winds like a long dragon in the village; The rice fields are green, yellow and colorful, just like a continuous brocade; The breeze gently brushed my face, making me feel relaxed and happy, as if I had entered a fairyland on earth.
After school, because I was busy studying, the number of times I went back to my hometown with my father decreased year by year. Occasionally, I heard my father back home say: My hometown is going to repair expressway; What factories have been built in my hometown and what factories are there; I wasn't worried either.
This year's Spring Festival, my father and I went back to our hometown for the Spring Festival. When I arrived at the village entrance, I got lost. The "Qinglong" in memory is gone; A expressway passes through the village, full of traffic and a busy scene; Rice fields disappeared and were replaced by rows of factories of different heights; The clear gurgling stream was buried and became a drain. There is a small garden, fitness center and parking lot in front of the factory building. People in my hometown are smiling and seem to be very happy.
But I always feel that something is missing. I don't know. It's just that the path in my hometown has become my "dream path" and my precious memory.