Missing the days of returning home

"Good, look. Our car is on the boat!" Mom woke me up, I lazily felt the breeze, slowly opened my eyes and looked at the sky, the sun was greedily picked up and sprinkled on the river The gold is on. The small continents and mountains on the water flowed past me, and the reeds swayed gracefully to form a white curve. Occasionally, a woman will carry a lot of black "horns" in a basket and sell it... There are boats on the river, there are cars on the boat, there are me in the car, my heart is already in the new house of the old home and the old home. It’s a matter of 6 years ago, but everything there is really nostalgic!

After swaying on the dam and sitting in the car for a few hours, I finally opened the door. Instead of stepping on the concrete floor like in the city, I stepped on the soft grass slope carefully. I look down on the old houses that have been abandoned but are the most local. It was exactly the same as when I was a child. The smoke smashed the long village, and from time to time I saw groups of pigs and ducks unitingly twisting their ass on the grassy slope. I turned and looked at the Dongting Lake opposite the dam, where a "boundary" was already established. The light in the water is rippled with a unique scent of water. - Everything back to home is so nostalgic.

Just after getting off the bus, dozens of relatives flocked, and the leading grandmothers rubbed our hands with the dark, cracked hands and kindly greeted us: "Hey, come back and sprinkle!"

In the next few days, we moved to the arable land and touched the white cotton with cockroaches; we stepped into the backyard of the farmhouse and cut off the purple cane, which is generally straight like a bamboo festival; we sat in the room and watched the sunrise that was long overcast; We went to the other side of the Dongting Lake to see the reeds of the "Yu Yi Chu Chuan waist"...

We lived in a new house built behind the yard of Grandma's house. My cousin came to me to play and I was happy for a long time. I asked her: "Hey? Brother and sister?" "Go out to work." When it comes to this sentence, our eyes are awkward, so that my friends who are not forgetting are left with her. When she saw the atmosphere was wrong, she immediately took me back to my grandmother's house. The big wooden boat on the top of the old house is still there. I haven't studied how it went up. As soon as I entered the house, I was familiar with the wooden bed carved with complicated patterns, and the photos of my childhood left on the wall, which had faded and accumulated thick dust. I suddenly want to take my photo and keep it. What happens when the old house is washed away? I can froze in the air, and the place I miss in my memory is this old house and the dog that has been killed. I will grow up and will forget. Old houses, photos and dogs, they are always together, so I will never miss.

"Damn?" The cousin spoke. "Take you to see things!" She took me to the pond in the backyard. The pool was filled with maple leaf-like leaves, and the group gathered together. I stared at God. Is this a sedge plant? She took my hand and walked to the slate that extended into the pool. She pulled a group of "Maple Leafs" and picked it up. This "Maple Leaf" is like a jellyfish. There are many things in the ground, there are several rhizomes, and a few An interesting little thing, open them, the things inside are sponge-like "fish." She patiently told me: "That is also a flower." But the most attractive thing is the few things under the leaves that look like "horns". The "horns", the emerald green and green shells are angular and angular, with a piece of black things. The two pointed ends, with a small round head protruding in the middle, and the sharp outer shell is a bit cute. The cousin happily shouted: "This is the water chestnut!" I tightened the stem of the water chest and twisted it, almost falling into the water. I finally smashed the hard horn, but then I was at a loss. She taught me by hand: "Look at Satan," she opened the two corners of the water chest, and then embedded it into the shell with two nails. The white and tender flesh was revealed, just like the pearl in the jade. I can't wait to take the flesh up and put it in my mouth. I slammed it, and the refreshing sweet juice filled the mouth, sweet and not greasy. I close my eyes and admire the taste of the flesh. It really makes people "not knowing the meat taste in March." This messy fruit has such a tender and beautiful flesh under the shell. This taste has made me miss it so far.

That night, we sat side by side on the dam and lit a bonfire to roast the shrimp we had. The stars are pouring over the Dongting Lake like a silver waterfall, splashing countless splashes. The sky is more like an unmistakable watermark fragment, rolling away for a day. The cool breeze is coming, only to feel the heart. We asked her: "What if you are hungry on the way back?" She said with a smile: "Is this still not easy? I have to eat all the way. I heard that things in the city can not be eaten." Yes, this way Life does not make us miss it?

These indifferent life tastes are worthy of my eternal life. Fermented in life, the more you drink, the more you look, the years are quiet, the clouds are light and the flowers are blooming.

Beijing Haidian District, Zero One Middle School, Third Day: Liao Yingjia