Memories of home
In the long river of my memory, my hometown is forever embedded with that faint feeling of happiness and slight sadness, which is endlessly evocative.
I vaguely remember when I was young, the spring breeze was blowing, I often swung autumn dry in the bamboo forest in front of my home with my neighbors, we took turns swinging with each other, and sometimes sang our favorite children's songs, accompanied by a spring breeze, wow, so cool! As a result, the verdant bamboo forest echoed with our silver bell-like laughter for a long time, and the spring breeze, the people who were cultivating, and the greenery in their eyes formed a colorful landscape pastoral painting.
In the summer, I and a few friends pulled up the corners of their pants, full of excitement, carefully walked to a small river in front of the house, we rushed to catch all kinds of fish and shrimp, fish and shrimp in the water under our shock quickly fled around, but still could not escape our quick catch, after a while, we caught a lot of "booty". We still had a water fight in the water, you splashed, I splashed, making everyone's clothes soaked, but the laughter was incessant. The fish brought back was to stew the fish soup for the mother, although there were only a few small fish, but it was enough for our little hungry cats to salivate. The autumn breeze is gentle, we meet a few friends to go to the mountain to play oranges, the orange tree is some years old, the yellow orange hanging on the branch is particularly tempting, we struggled to wave the stick in our hands to knock the orange on the tree, although sweaty, but can not stop our innocence of fun. Beaten oranges are generally not eaten because they are fragrant oranges and can be used to smell aromatic odors. And we naughty children used it as a tool in the game, an orange fell pitifully to the ground, already scarred; the winter wind is cold, but we are not afraid of nature, a few friends together in the snow in front of the door to build a snowman, sometimes piled into the shape of a snow doll, and another naughty child picked up a snowball to smash it, so, throwing snowballs at each other, lyrical snowballs, although the hands are frozen red, we are still happy.
Now, I have been away from home for a few years, I live in the town, all day long traffic, people, and countless recreational facilities, but that can not satisfy my soul, but add a little emptiness. Although the entertainment in the hometown is not as exquisite and fashionable as the city, nor is it as advanced as the city, it is real, and the ordinary reveals a shocking beauty. It was bland, but it haunted my dreams. Although the scenery of the hometown is not as bright as the city's neon lights, nor the city's scattered dotted, it is beautiful, full of nature and harmonious rhythm. It was ordinary, but it made me worry about my stomach.
Some people, after exhausting their lives and finally achieving fame, can not feel happiness at all, because they have less hometown feelings in their hearts. No matter where you are, hometown can always give you a sense of peace and happiness, because it is hometown, and there are good memories in hometown that can never be hidden. Therefore, we must be full of hometown feelings and do our part to build our hometown more beautiful!
The memories of my hometown are beautiful and precious, and I want to always bury it in the depths of my soul.