A childhood past hidden in a small village

Because suddenly began a long rural life, back to a familiar place, the past suddenly appeared one after another. I grew up in this small village, and only the time I remember as a child is so wonderful. Brother brother, little nephew and niece, at that time I was wearing a Chinese suit, combing two small ponytails, freely walking with my friends in the countryside to play and play, chickens flying dogs jumping, cicadas chirping birds, mountain flowers, the sun like fire.

The countryside was lively at that time, not as quiet and deserted as it is now. Life is like a drama, scene after scene, stacked strings, sour, sweet and bitter, sad and happy clutch, the taste of this is inexhaustible, bitter contains incense, just like the tea growing in the mountains of Hanzhong, mellow and fragrant.

When we grow up, we may have our own lives, but our hometown has always been our eternal connection and deep love. Hometown, childhood, chickens crying, when life was simple and rarely troublesome, free and unrestrained. At that time, we may have thought that our lives could always be like this, but we grew up in a hurry and started a family, which slowly changed the perception at that time. I have traveled many roads, met many people, and suffered a lot. Why did I hope to go out when I was young? When I grew up, I went out, and then I got old or returned to the same place, did the original place confirm the truth that the fallen leaves returned to the roots?

I hope that my grandparents will always love us, but we never thought that they would leave us one day, until one day they are gone, and we will not know what it is to be good and cherish. Their remains are buried under the loess of their hometown, as well as grandparents and grandparents we have never seen before.

I remember the sky was blue, the wind was light, the flowers were fragrant, and the clouds were white. The family all stayed together to watch a TV series, unlike the mobile phones that play with each other now, I lay on the shelf and drew the costume dolls in the TV series, with a comfortable face. Grandma would embroider flowers, and one day I said I wanted a flower that was not embroidered on cloth, but a flower made, a flower with petals. After saying this, I forgot, but Grandma remembered that after a while, she really made a flower for me, seven petals, seven colors, each petal is double-layered, but it is really the seven-colored flower in the textbook, I am very happy, although it can not fulfill the seven wishes for me, but I love the flower, sleep is not willing to give up.

When I was a child, I knew that I loved beauty, because some little fat, uncles and aunts who worked at the door, called me fat, and my little niece who was two years younger than me also called me fat aunt, and I was angry for a few days and didn't want to agree. After a few days of not speaking and pouting, Grandma came to comfort me again, and the next time I tell those people not to let them call you like that. I barely managed to smile.

Small villages, childhood memories, are the first beautiful, the closest to the poetic thing, the world's gorgeous jewels, can not be compared, it is even more precious than jewelry, cleaner and more transparent, full of spirit.