This is where I was born and raised. I once woke up with my friends in the middle of the night when the moon was as bright as the sun, thinking that the sky was already bright, so I ran to school, but found that the school door was still large

This is where I was born and raised.

Once woke up with my friends in the middle of the night when the moon was bright as the sun, thinking that the sky was already bright, so I ran to school, but found that the school door was still locked, it turned out that the sky was shining brightly on the moon, and several people returned home sadly and continued to sleep...

Once in the hot summer vacation, with my friends to drill into the cornfield, wielding a scythe, a moment of kung fu to cut a basket of grass, and then lay a hug under the big poplar tree on the ground, lying on it looking at the tall, blue, white sky reflected by the bright sun, some chatting, so comfortable...

Once in the evening of summer, after going home with a wine bottle to catch the blind peng, climbing and climbing, the field behind the house was full of climbing and climbing, catching the blind peng, there were children, adults, old people, boys, girls, the blind peng, the general catchers hurriedly ran from one tree to another tree, like picking cotton from the tree or single or paired or even three or five blind peng, walked the path, the trees on both sides of the road have looked over, and then look at the leaves of the corn tree that has grown to knee-high corn trees in the cornfield. The long corn leaves are also the place where the blind peng and the climber often stay, and the climber will often metamorphose into a shell on it to become Xiao Xiao, just like this, after a while of kung fu, he will catch a bottle of blind peng, and then run home, pour water into the bottle, drown the blind peng, and then pour it into the yard or chicken coop, give the chickens to eat, the chickens hear the sound and rush to eat, flapping their wings to eat, listening to the adults say that the chickens eat the blind peng and lay eggs...

Here left too many beautiful and rich childhood memories, now it is twenty or thirty years have passed, nearly forty years old, and regained the joy of childhood, the road is still the original road, the field is still planted with corn, but the big poplar trees on both sides of the road have been cut down, planted with small poplar trees, I and my mother walked on the field path behind the home, the blind peng on the tree is less than when I was a child, but I can still see, or in pairs, and accidentally caught a climber, excited, gave to the child, Let her also feel the joy of her mother's childhood...

The evening beauty of the small village of Xiafu has a different flavor compared to the strong artificial traces of the city park!