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There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"

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On the last day of 2021, Xiaobian also "literature and art", you tell a story about "nostalgia"!

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There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"

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There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"
There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"

This is in the Zhanyi area of Qujing, in the deep winter, the trees are withering, the water is thin and the mountains are cold...

There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"
There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"

The village is quiet and idyllic, while the persimmons on the branches are so warm, full and clear. The persimmon tree has long since lost its leaves, but the branches are dotted with red persimmons, lighting up the colors of winter. Some of them are like fists, like cow hearts, some are like bread, some are like millstones. Bright eyes, mouth-watering. Persimmons hanging from the branches, against the blue sky and under the autumn wind, are like a tree full of enthusiasm and clanging poems! ......

There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"
There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"

When a visitor came, the simple villagers brought bamboo baskets and climbed up the branches to pick persimmons. The old people in the village said that every winter, many magpies freeze to death or starve to death because they have no food to eat, so they leave some persimmons for the magpies in the trees, and next year the magpies will help them catch insects for the persimmon trees, and the persimmons will bear more and grow redder.

There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"
There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"

"Taste through Hualin Fangti, color and Yangjing Shen Zhu, light and even wax wrapped crisp, no more than the manna of the world." This is a verse from the Northern Song Dynasty poet Zhang Zhongshu called the beautiful persimmon. A poem that describes the sweet taste of persimmons as sweet and meaningful.

There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"
There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"

The persimmons hanging from the trees are more like a red lantern swaying, looking forward to the early return of the wanderers outside. The persimmons are red, and the nostalgic New Year flavor is strong!

There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"
There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"

Reporter/Zhanyi District Rong Media Center Han Dongsheng Zhao Bizhang Gu Zhenghui Liu Fang Wang Hongling Zhang Yaping Wu Yao Chen Yu Report

Editor/Yunnan Tai Chen Yu

Editor-in-Charge/Bo Lian

© Cloud VISION News Colorful Clouds

There is a kind of nostalgia called "the persimmons in my hometown are red"

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