my hometown
My hometown is a very ordinary mountain village. This small village is very common. There is no vast sea around her, no rolling hills, no dense forests, but she has her unique beauty.
The beauty of my hometown is her unique taste, and every thread is in my body. When the four seasons walked through their hometown, each step left a deep affection, and the taste of the four seasons became the taste of hometown.
When the rest of the snow on the ground began to melt, the spring came, and the snow began to dissipate a little on the ground. Every drop is full of land, and there is snow and water in the air. This taste is very mellow, much like the old wine of old age, and even I don’t dare to smell it, I am afraid of being drunk. The power of the winter accumulated, and it began to erupt when the first sunshine of spring came. Although it was an explosion, it was silently carried out. A tree sprouted from the branches, from the fields, from behind the house. It began to sprout and showed strength. At the same time, the folks began to get busy. On this vast black land, seeds were planted, and each seed was a hope. Spring is the taste of hope.
When the sun is burning, the summer is here. The summer weather is like a woman who is in love. When is it laughing, when is it crying, no one can eat. Often I just walked to the ground, and when I had a heavy rain, I slammed my face and I couldn’t help but go home. When I first arrived, I showed a big sun, and people had to make a few complaints. They had to repair the farm tools at home, and took off the top-stinged cucumbers planted in their own yards to eat and quench their thirst. Take a break and wait for the next time. The summer land is a piece of satin connected, although it is green, but the green is different, dark green, dark green, light green, high, low, which is dotted with white, yellow, red, pink. This has beautiful beauty that people can't believe. In the meantime, there were folks who used farm tools to do farm work. They used their own sweat and summer rain to water the beauty of summer. Summer is the taste of hard work.
The crops faded from the blue coat, and when they were dressed in autumn clothes, the autumn came, and the wind swept through the crops and the yellow leaves, and the voice was like a voice. Summon the folks to get busy in the autumn; this voice is like a song, celebrating the harvest of joy. Sometimes I look at my parents' busy figure, I wonder if they are not tired? When I was also involved in this autumn harvest, I understood that for this autumn harvest, I paid so much, tired, and worth it.
After the harvest of the autumn, there are still many happy events. The sister of the East family and the brother of the Western family became close. In the countryside, there is not so much competition for intrigue. Outside the house, I made a shed, and the folks in the village sat inside, waiting for the wedding of the two newcomers. At the same time, there will be a little gift, and there is not much money. The important thing is the heartfelt blessing. Autumn is the taste of harvest.
When the snow falls, winter comes. The harvested black land, just showing its true color, was wrapped in snow, and it looked like silver. It was like a fairy tale kingdom, although it was romantic but not warm. The temperature of minus ten degrees, the cold neck straight, people have to say: this kind of authentic winter is only the Northeast.
The biggest thing in winter is the Spring Festival, the Spring Festival couplets, the sticky blessings, the firecrackers, the dumplings, and the relatives. Relatives who have not seen for a long time, gathered together to kill their own chickens, stewed pork, sauerkraut, hot wine, sitting on the hoe, and often talked about the shortcomings of the family. Although the dishes are not refined, it is important to have such friendship. After the Spring Festival is over, I wait for the new beginning of spring. The warm taste of winter.
The taste of my hometown infiltrates me, I will never forget it anyway.
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