The scenery left in my heart

The scenery left in my heart, Yao Xingzhi, I am a traveler. Some people may envy such a life, carrying a big travel bag, wherever they want to go, free and unrestrained, but rather freedom, it is better to be alone. . Maybe only when I am quiet, I will take out the photo of my hometown collection for a long time. The fingertips slide over the grass, the wood, the person, the thing, the memory of the heart, and turn it into that. The most beautiful scenery of the road. The phoenix tree remembers that at the door of my house, I planted a sycamore tree, which was strong and big. When I was a child, I proudly thought that the father in the world was the highest person, but the tree was much higher than my father. When I was fine, I liked to stand by and watch it, watching the interesting palm-like leaves of the phoenix tree, the old bark that would fall off, and the big tree hole... The tree has only half of it, and the upper part of the tree is left leaning, but not right. It was very strange at the time why there was such a big hole, and I looked carefully inside, and I didn’t know what it was. However, the tree grows new leaves every year, and the green "small palm" is tenderly extracted from the side, which is very strange. I wonder if the tree is still there? I don't know, hope is not dead. The hometown of Xiaoxiangzi is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The artistic conception of "small bridges and flowing waters" is very strong. The house that used to live in was a traditional brick house. Every two houses were not tight, so there was a thin and narrow alley in the middle. The alley is not long, but because both sides are gray or black stone bricks, and then mixed with green moss, it looks long and mysterious. Childhood is spent running in a small alley. When I was young, I always liked a group of children to play hide and seek together and hide in the alley. The surface of the path is paved with square stones. It is naturally not as smooth as the cement road or the asphalt road. You can vaguely remember that the curious feet are stepping on the pits and bumps on the bluestone board, making a strange noise. The sound, while the wall holding the hand, seems to have its own story... It’s really intimate and vivid to think of it now. If the black brick building is too simple on the water, then a pool of clear lake is more gentle. Summer is too hot, just swim in the lake! It’s memorable with a cool joy. The adults who can remember are more likely to ride the Umbrella boat in the autumn. The bow of the boat is piled with hills like water, cool breeze, talk and laugh, and not leisurely. The book of hometown is still turning over on a page, as if it will never be turned over, but at this time, I am standing on the land that is tens of thousands of miles away from my hometown. Let it all bury your heart in your heart! Wutong tree, stone road, Wu Peng boat... everything is engraved into the deepest scenery in the heart, always remember!

The scenery left in my heart

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