On November 15, 2021, I returned to my hometown and saw that every house in the village was closed and closed, and people went to the empty house, and only a few elderly people of their fathers and grandfathers were still holding on to their former residence.
Looking up at the blue sky, thoughts are like wisps of white clouds in the sky, ethereal and real, can not be captured but vividly remembered, the sky is still a piece of childhood, the bucket turns to the stars, and the once ignorant teenager is slightly vicissitudes.
The village's grass and trees, bricks and tiles are so familiar and kind, the pond is no longer clear water, the villagers use shovels to dig out the pond mud pad into a vegetable field, there is a depression on the side of the pond, as long as it rains when it was a child, it will accumulate water into a pit, and now it has become two homesteads, the production dirt road in front of the door has been built into a cement road, and the smell of gasoline after the motorcycle passes by can no longer be smelled. The ditch in front of the house and the poplar willow trees on both sides have been flattened with green vegetables, and the bamboo forest behind the house has also been cut down and planted with green vegetables.
There are no more chickens and ducks, no more dogs barking and cows, no more children playing, no more mud wrestling, no more hide-and-seek, bread, pushing steel rings, smashing foreign money, empty city plans, eagles catching fish, digging bird nests, catching voles, stealing sweet poles, picking wild fruits, pulling cat moss, picking up dian skins, digging up geography... Looking back on my youth, I sigh that time flies, no matter where I am, where I wander, this is where I gave birth to me and raised me, and it is my eternal root.
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Reminiscing about childhood,
Look around the empty house today.
The sky is high and the clouds are light and the birds are calling,
Murakami's old concubine was laughing.
Ande Green Plum Bamboo Horse Xi Time Tunnel,
Make me nostalgic and sigh youth,
Even if the heart and body are tired,
The years are quiet,
The only thing that moves is the heart,
Ageless with the sky!
