My two things with my hometown

In my memory, the things in my hometown are really quite a lot. In the early morning, a few magpies sang on the branches and walked gently to the window, for fear of breaking the only remaining silence. Through the curtains, they saw a few greens outside the house, and they were alive.

It’s hard to get to the holiday, I’m looking forward to this day, but I can return to the old house. The long journey is my sleepy, no way, inadvertently looking at the window, it can be said that "the sky is rainy and crisp, the grass is close to the eye but there is no." It is still a bumpy road. When I got off the bus, even if I was far away from home, I still insisted on hiking. Looking at it, a few wastelands, it seems that I have no work, and the closer I am, the more I am closer to the hometown. It was a childhood smell, and it was a childhood taste. Unconsciously, I remembered the funny things in my childhood. When I looked up, the old village was in sight. It seems that nothing has changed. Childhood swing, several waste walls, in a house, I can still close my eyes and find my own door, step on the ground, make a squeaky voice, touch something, old and old, The scars of the years can still be touched, and a few wood grain looks so vicissitudes. Looking around, a few childhood "hopes" have already become old trees. Slowly open my eyes, an old house in front of my eyes, my heart is extremely tangled, I am entering or not? Going to the river, picking up a stone and throwing it into the water, this is a familiar movement, "咕-咚", falling into the bottom of the river, a few waves of water, " Forget it, still go in, it’s hard to have time.” Going to the door, one hand gently pushes the door open, “Oh-吱”, it seems that the door is old, it has not been used for a long time, take a step and step forward. Looking around, I can still see the bustling scene at that time, leaning against the wall, slowly pondering and contemplating.

"Ha-ha, you are a little fool!" I can't help but cry out, really! Some of your bad brothers, to be honest, my cousins ​​are very good to me. We often go fishing with bare hands in the riverside of our hometown. These days, it’s a good day for fishing. Cheating, I did not expect it to be discovered again. The fish is very slippery and it has to be broken several times each time. Several of us rolled up our trousers and ran to the river. It was unusually smooth, and there were more and more fish. When the sun kissed Xishan, we only stopped. Those few people waited for me, there was no shadow in the blink of an eye, the lonely water had a lonely figure, the river seemed to be sad, and he hurriedly swam, he was telling the story of my hometown, and later I walked back. Home!

When the wind rose, it was quiet and asleep in the warmth of the earth, falling asleep. It’s getting brighter. Inextricably lingering, tumbling in this thick night sky; the riddled thoughts, circling in this dark green earth. Night, drifting in my sleep, the wind, where the wind, carrying my dreams. Tell me, is my heart floating in the night sky, or the night sky is coming into my heart.

Let it scatter, let it go! Just don't steal a page from my hometown, just that's enough. Just like this, let me continue to meditate and meditate! Just don't forget the days in your hometown!

First day: Lu Mingxuan