The anchor reads the classics and accompanies you to say goodnight! Hello everyone, here is "Lightning Night Reading", I am Daiyue Rong Media anchor Wang Jianjian, tonight to share with you "Happy Hometown".
Happy home
Text/Ran Lingxiang
Hometown, a row of six spacious and bright red tile houses, the yard is very large. The courtyard is full of green trees, flowers, butterflies dancing cicadas, birds and insects singing. The wealth of nature changes throughout the year to the paradise where I play and grow.
Spring is the most beautiful. "The plum remnant jade is still fragrant, and the willow-breaking golden eye has not been opened." Folding a tender willow to make a flute, the bright flute sound instantly awakened the apricot white peach red of the roots of the south wall. Planting apricot blossoms on the windowsill, the bees chased them into the house, stumbling on the window panes, buzzing for half a day and not finding their way home. "The peach blossoms are falling red like rain", and The elm money is strung up in the treetops. With a wicker straw hat on his head, he rubbed up the old elm tree by the west wall, shoved a handful of elm money into his mouth, and immediately filled his mouth with sweet and crisp. Looking down at the children waiting below, they proudly folded a few branches, threw a bunch to the south, throw a bunch to the north, and let them run and make a fuss to grab it. Looking west at the field outside the wall, Grandpa was driving cattle to plough the fields. Grandpa threw the bull whip to a "snapping" sound, but it did not fall on the back of the cow at all, and the old cow clamped its tail and buried its head to pull the plow. I crouched down on the tree and suddenly remembered the words in the textbook: Sow a grain of millet in the spring, and harvest ten thousand seeds in the autumn.
Coming down from the old elm tree, it didn't take many days for the yard to be even more lively. The young swallows on the beams of the house are talking, the willow branches and cicadas are harmonious, and the pomegranate tree blows up the red horn, which is more beautiful than the sister's newly bought red pants. Suddenly, dark clouds turned ink, torrential rain struck, and the branches sounded chaotically. Russia and rain stayed, barefoot wading water to the courtyard busy. The elm saplings that grow after the elm pods fall to the ground, here and there, are everywhere. Choose a few good seedlings and plant them around the plane trees. Sycamore green dry pavilion, straight into the blue sky. Elm saplings have a very high survival rate, grow very fast, and are even taller than my children in the autumn. In order to improve the growth rate, Grandpa endured the pain of cutting love, leaving only the strongest one and the sycamore as a companion.
After a busy day, Jin Wuxi fell, and the summer night finally came. After dinner, climb to the roof of the east wing, lie on the cool mat, look up at the endless starry sky, look at the brightest one, and weave its story. The night wind blew, the walnut branches that reached the roof, the fat leaves awkwardly swinging, and the hard little green walnuts occasionally touched the corners of my forehead, somewhat painful, but not at all annoying. The rustling sound of the wind is very pleasant, which is also the sound of growing footsteps, and it feels fast.
In autumn, the flower beds under the eaves are much more desolate, and the full pods of the wind fairy flowers are tired and yellow,And if they accidentally touch them, the pods burst and the seeds escape in all directions. A few yellow chrysanthemums are full of energy, holding up large flower balls, and they are even more abundant in the cold wind and rain. Dai Yu's mouth and incense chanted its ancient high wind to the moon, and I was wearing a thin cotton coat to envy its proud frost wind bone, and I was ashamed. The colorful leaves are paint plates that the painter overturned. In the middle of the night, the wind rises, and the fallen leaves fall to the ground, like the sound of rain. When I got up early and pushed the door to see, the garden was full of splendor, and the land to be wintered was covered with a thick multicolored brocade quilt. Take a needle and wear strings of red and yellow leaves of different shapes, and make necklaces for the walls, leaving them as memories of summer.
Winter yard, cold and tasteless. The leaves have fallen, the bare branches pierce the blue sky, there are fewer obstacles, but the sunlight and moonlight can sprinkle all over the garden. At night, looking up at the high starry sky, thoughts flew far away. The day has been dry and cold, and suddenly a night wind blows away thousands of trees and pear blossoms. In the early morning, the sound of crazy frolicking trembled the ice and snow, the branches of the jade tree trembled slowly, and countless glass crystals were shattered. When the firecrackers bloomed with red calyxes said goodbye Chinese New Year's Eve, the first rays of sunshine of the new year tell you that you have grown up another year, and another year has begun.
About the Author:
Ran Lingxiang, a native of Tai'an, Shandong, is a member of the Shandong Provincial Prose Literature Society. His works have been found in "Hundred Essays", "Shandong Literature", "Short Stories in The Spark" and so on.
Anchor Profile:
Dai Yue Rong Media anchor Wang Lianjie.