I hope you will return to the small town of your hometown
Author: Huang Qionghui
Reciter: Yang Jun
I like this quiet time. The autumn sun outside the window is bright and bright, the wind blows gently to the windowsill, the plants sway in the wind, the sunlight shines on the leaves, and the shadows are cast slantingly on the wall, like an ink painting of time, slowly unfolding.
Although frost has fallen from to , as long as the weather is sunny, the weather is not very cold. The sunflower brought from my hometown bloomed one after another from the beginning of summer to the beginning of autumn, and it is still brilliant today. Especially in the clear weather after the rain, the red and goose-yellow double petals look really delicate and charming, like the innocent face of a child. Sunflower can be said to be a flower that always blooms. It is flexible and drought-tolerant. It only needs a handful of soil, a little rain and sunshine to become lush and colorful. As soon as summer comes, the balcony is happily filled with flowers under the scorching sun. The stronger the sunshine, the happier the flowers bloom. Every flower is so beautiful and never disappoints people's expectations.
The sunshine is so warm at this moment, and the washed quilt cover is spread out on the balcony, fluttering gently in the wind. In a corner of the balcony, red beans, mung beans, rice noodles, and dried cowpeas were drying in the sun. In the shady corner, there are piles of potatoes, pumpkins, winter melons, peanuts... These agricultural products were all brought from my hometown during the holidays. They filled the trunk of the car so full that there was no room left. Now they are all stored on my balcony. Each one has the taste of my hometown, with the earthy simplicity of harvest. When I have time, I cook these foods according to my own eating habits. I like to eat potato porridge. I go to the balcony early in the morning and bring back a lying potato. I peel it, wash it, cut it into pieces, and put it into the cooked rice pot. After half an hour, I cook it and the whole house is filled with the fragrance of taro. This kind of food that I have loved since childhood is really comforting, and I like it from the bottom of my heart. There are also bone soup noodles and dried cowpea roasted pork. They are all very authentic delicacies and are stored in the taste of memory. There must be some memories in everyone's heart that they can't let go of. The things of the past, the time of the past, the solar terms of the past, the scenery of the past, and all kinds of delicacies that I have been familiar with since childhood, from the medicinal fragrance of cress to the sweetness of water chestnut root, from early spring to late autumn Once I think of Wan Siong, I will have such strong feelings that I can’t get rid of. In the coming days, I am going to try it again and again. I wonder if I can create the strong taste in my memory?
For people who are away from home, it is such a happy and warm thing to be able to eat delicacies from their hometown in one meal and one vegetable. This feeling is a haunting emotion that cannot be described in detail even in words. I have always believed that the best way for me one day in the future is to return to my hometown town and live the life I like. This little vision has always been hidden deep in my heart, and it will quietly emerge every once in a while. Although I have lived in the city these years, my heart has been concerned about two places, the mountains and rivers of my hometown, and the well-being of my parents and relatives. In addition to doing a simple job, he would visit supermarkets, markets and bookstores when he was busy. Most of the time, he lived in seclusion and became more and more confined to a small room. I have always felt that the prosperity of the city does not attract me much, and there is even an inexplicable alienation and estrangement in me. Even though a city, with its tolerance and a big heart, tolerates and accepts my existence, I can still live a quiet and stable life. But deep down in my heart, there is always a vague sense of floating. When I am suddenly quiet, I always naturally think of my hometown and everything about my hometown over and over again. The scenery of the four seasons, towns and villages, mountains and rivers in my hometown are all familiar scenes. The mountains and plains are full of azalea, rapeseed, honeysuckle, wild chrysanthemum, reed flower... The blue sky, white clouds, and meandering green mountains, all the scenes linger in my memory, always letting me know The idea of returning home arises.
remembered a passage written on Weibo: "A few years later, I want to live with you in a sparsely populated town at the foot of the mountain. Climb to the top of the mountain in the morning, go down to the market to buy vegetables and fruits. Cook and clean. Have children. .Read a book in the afternoon.Drink and chat under the apricot tree at night until the moonlight and dew are cool... In my dream, I walk to the empty valley where the rock ferns are lush. Birds chirp loudly and seeds crackle on the trees. We slept tiredly together under the tree. When I wake up, I am still young and you are not old. ”
Of course, I would like to add more details, such as the days when the spring breeze is intoxicating, feeling the joy of blooming flowers, the vividness of dancing butterflies: a good dream under the lush green trees in summer: the wind blows the bamboo, and the rain hits it Bajiao , the sound of cicadas in the afternoon, the croaking of frogs in the rice fields, drinking green tea, and writing handwritten letters to friends far away. As you know, this is the life I want to have after going all over the place: natural, clear, quiet, beautiful, and rich. At the beginning of every struggle, in every difficulty, I have to rely on this kind of yearning to persevere. Go on.
I would like to return to my hometown town with you in a few years and build a few houses of my own. , with a clean courtyard and wooden fence, where you can plant flowers, vegetables, and cook and clean. When you wake up in the morning, you can feel the smell of dew when you open the window, and you can occasionally stop and look at the flowers on the roadside. Scenery, look at the flowing clouds in the sky, just interact with your own heart, live a life that conforms to the solar terms, from Bailu htm From l12 to cold dew , from frost to light snow , everything is so gentle, natural and beautiful, just like the warmth after the frost, the sunshine after the snow, and the willows lingering in the ten miles of spring breeze.
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. Anchor | Yang Jun
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