In the past, every household had a homestead.
All have their own bungalows and courtyards.
Cool in summer, sunbathing in the valley in autumn,
There will also be a home nursing home dog in front of the door...
So many warm and innocent pictures,
Now it can only be said to be "once", "before".
Now, the stone wall tile house has been demolished,
The children who frolick in the yard and hide and seek have also grown up,
We who live in high-rise buildings,
Remembering this old courtyard, I always feel like I am lost...
Out of the east gate into the west gate, either uncle or aunt.
Whoever has a good dish,
Will ask the child to bring a bowl to send...
This is a memory of many people's former neighborhood relationships,
Now even the phrase "distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors" has become less frequent.
Once upon a time, neighbors visited each other' doors.
It is common to help collect clothes and dry grain and visit the door to eat.
Nowadays everyone lives in high-rise buildings,
The neighbors at the door didn't necessarily say a word.
Upstairs and downstairs even for a little leak,
The little things of the noise are very noisy,
The squeezed living space is indifferent to human relations.
If you want your child to go somersapters to catch crickets
It is also a luxury to be dirty and happy,
Play in the yard with a partner and get close to nature to release nature.
Without courtyards, there is no scenery.
When is spring full of flowers? When is the summer solstice lush?
When do the leaves fall and the autumn colors are quiet? When to see snow in winter?
The small cement space brings only depression.
After losing it, I know what is the most precious
How many people have abandoned the farm yard, can never be redeemed...
In the bungalow and courtyard of my hometown, after being busy, I make a cup of tea,
Find a place to sit in the courtyard,
Look at the blue sky and listen to the barking of dogs in the distance,
The sun is warm and warm on the body,
Ren tea is full of water, everything is so idyllic.
Or maybe a few good neighbors come to visit and talk about the world.
The courtyard suddenly became relaxed and noisy again.
The soul rests,
Ancient civilizations have flowed quietly here for thousands of years.
Put the rocking chair under the grapevine in the summer,
The thick green foliage stretched out a cool world for me,
Watch the emerald green grapes on the branches stick out their round and slippery little heads
Curious to look at the world,
The breeze blew, and they stretched out their soft waists again
In front of me, there is a beautiful dance,
Take a sip of tea, close your eyes, and listen to the voice from the bottom of your heart.
This is my own world, and there is no noise of buildings.
In the midst of falling leaves, autumn is coming,
I'm still in the yard, tasting a grape,
Taste a sweet date and take a sip of tea.
It was cold, and while receiving the fruit,
I felt the temperature drop,
My husband picked up a blanket and put it on my lap.
Outside the wall, the low voice of the neighbor's old uncle came out, and it was cold!
Everything in the world seems so quiet at this time,
The sound with vicissitudes instantly raised the temperature of my mood.
I raised the corners of my mouth to the falling leaves,
The autumn in my bungalow is so poetic.
When it snows,
Falling snowflakes squeezed into my yard like elves.
Stand under the porch and look at the elves,
Looking at its soft whiteness, smelling its extremely clear breath,
All of this cleanses me from the worldly weariness.
I also love this small courtyard in the snow.
I closed my eyes slightly, slowly looking forward to my end.
Next year, maybe I'll be like the pretty date tree in the yard,
Pull out the green branches and grow strong branches.
Or like that grape,
When spring comes, burst out of the tender green enthusiasm to boil the whole world.
Now, we're really boiling over.
I guess I'm going to lose my beloved old house too,
Can't bear it but can't stop it.
Like me, there are countless farmers.
We don't want the old house's jujube tree that points straight to the sky,
Reluctant to the grapes that have just sprouted young buds,
I am even more reluctant to smell the sun in the quilt after drying in the courtyard,
It's really hard to spend the spring, summer, autumn and winter in the courtyard!
The new district was established, and the home was demolished!
Our lives have nowhere to go, only a way home.
But so what?
Can only watch it destroy, and then become a tall building,
Then it becomes someone else's home.
I think that's the saddest thing under the heavens!
Source: Most Agricultural Commune