Zhang Baotong, the hometown of the dream, 2017.12.20

Winter goes to spring, summer is summer and autumn is cool. The mountains and rivers and hot soil of our hometown nourish us and nurture us, and also imprint our attachment and love for our hometown in our life genes. Hometown is the support of our feelings and the hometown of our soul. We have as much affection for it as we have. Every emotion is a touching picture, a beautiful poetry and emotion. With this beautiful poetry and emotion, every painting in our hearts will be painted incomparably gorgeous.

My hometown is in Miluo, in the north of Hunan, where there is a river called Miluo River, which is where Qu Yuan threw himself into the river. There is Qu Zi Temple by the river, which is a place to commemorate Qu Yuan. The Miluo River flows in front of our house, pouring into the Dongting Lake, which is "up and down the sky, a blue sky, a long smoke, and a thousand miles of bright moon". I lived here for eight years, from the age of nine to seventeen. However, these eight years have been the most memorable and emotionally important eight years in my life. Especially during the two years I went to the countryside, my feelings and understanding of my hometown were particularly profound, so much so that I never forgot them.

Although I have had to go home every year for more than ten years, all I see is the scenery of the city, but what I really miss and yearn for is the scenery of the countryside. Because that's the local flavor of my dreams.

Winter in my hometown is often sunny and the sun is shining, and the sun is so bright that you can't help but smile. In the wilderness under the sun, the mountains are quiet, the trees are still, the lakes and mountains are also still, immersed in the warm sunshine, very leisurely and peaceful. When you look at it, it looks like a quiet and beautiful landscape oil painting.

But the winter in my hometown is often cold and windy, cold and rainy, but the rain is not heavy, just falling bit by bit. In the coldest season, people always look forward to a heavy snowfall, like the winter in the north, showing the kind of magical world like thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, covered in silver, and jade trees and silver flowers. However, this scenario has not appeared for many years. I remember when I was 10 years old, the snow fell very heavily, and the vast farmland was a thick white snow as far as the eye could see, like a bright white and blinding snowfield. The big pond next to our house had a thick layer of ice in it. We used a few sticks to nail a small cart, and then nailed two pieces of bamboo underneath, and ran and slid on the frozen pond. However, it rarely snowed again in the following winters, and even when it did, it was a thin layer, and as soon as the sun came out the next day, the snow melted. If there is really a goose feather snow in winter, I don't know how many people will shout in surprise and excitement.

Although it rarely snows in my hometown, the winter is still very cold, almost the same inside and outside the house, and the palms and soles of the feet are unbearable. If you go out, walk on a riverside embankment or a mountain path, you will feel a cold wind coming towards you in bursts of waves, burrowing through your sleeves and the seams of your clothes, making you shiver all over. Therefore, if you are used to living a heated life in the north, you will find the winter in the south very difficult when you return to the south.

However, spring in the south will come early. As soon as the new year passed, the spring rain came unexpectedly, and new green began to appear on the land that was wet by the rain, and the spring light sprouted with vitality, at first it was dotted with stars, and soon dyed a large area of green, and a bunch of goose-yellow buds also appeared on the willow branches by the lake and the river. As the buds turn green and deep, spring becomes milder and brighter day by day.

After a whole winter of savings, rape has begun to reveal the secret of spring in winter. After the beginning of spring, spring and Jingming, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the beautiful mountains are long, the lake is vast, the cuckoo cries, the swallow returns, and the breath of spring has spread all over the world. However, the spring in my hometown is mostly cold and rainy in my hometown. The spring rain often trickles down for two or three months, so the whole spring is warm and humid, the sound of the spring night like the rain is beautiful and soft, and the hazy scenery of the smoke and rain lingers and blurs, giving people endless contemplation and reverie. Under the moisture of spring rain, all things in the world have sucked enough rich **, blooming with the hope of life. As a result, the whole world has a new look, the tender grass is green, the flowers are blooming, the water is clear and the sky is blue, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

The most beautiful picture of spring is the scene of spring ploughing and spring planting. Especially in the morning after the rain, the sun rises in the east, flocks of chaffins fly over the river, and the cuckoo cuckoo sound is constantly heard in the mountains. At this time, in the Pingchuan farmland between the river embankment and the mountain range, men are plowing the fields with water buffaloes, and women and children are planting rice in the fields. Singing and laughter echoed through the valley. In the lingering spring rain, the spring flowers are defeated, the camellia blossoms, the magnolia is defeated, the red mountains are blooming, the peach blossoms are defeated, the cherry blossoms are blooming, the rape flowers are defeated, and the moon chrysanthemums are blooming. Although the flowering period of these flowers is not very long, they are blooming with the brilliance of life, perhaps because of their short life, it is more precious and beautiful of their lives. In particular, the patches of bright red and gorgeous mountain red that bloom on the grass by the lake after the rain shine with dazzling red light, as if it can reflect people's hearts in red. The reason why I have a soft spot for Yingshanhong is because I have been to the lake with my first love girl to pick it, so Yingshanhong has been an undefeated love in my heart for many years.

Spring is very busy, and when spring plowing and spring planting are over, the clouds and rain have already been blown away by the warm wind. At this time, the sun was shining continuously, almost roasting the wet fields to smoke. Except for the rape flowers, all the spring flowers in the mountains have withered. The heat-loving morning glory is the only flower, dyeing the hillside a dark purple. At this time, whether you are walking in the mountains or outside the mountains, the sun is shining and steaming everywhere. However, it is precisely this sufficient heat that allows the rice in the field to grow and ripen day by day. When the rice is ripe, walking on the embankment by the river, watching the river flowing clearly, smelling the intoxicating aroma of rice in the wind, you can't help but sing "a big river with wide waves, the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides".

However, summer in my hometown always fills me with fear. One is too hot, and the other is too busy. That feeling of heat on the skin is piping hot. In the past, my hometown fever wasn't so terrible. However, I have lived in Xi'an for more than 20 years, and I always return to my hometown during the Chinese New Year. However, in the year my father died, I returned home for the first time in early May. I wore short sleeves, and when I went out on the street, I felt a burning sensation on my skin. And in Xi'an, even in July, it will feel very hot at best, but there will be no such burning sensation. But it's only May, and if it's July or August, it's even more terrifying. Summer in my hometown is very busy, and the farmers have to take off their two layers of skin at this time. I remember when I went to the countryside, I would get up before dawn in the morning and go to the fields until I couldn't see anything in the evening. So, tired all day and have back pain. It can be said that it was the hardest, most tiring and most difficult time of my life.

Similarly, the day of the beginning of autumn is also the end of the double robbery. So, by the time you're done grabbing, the summer has passed before you know it. When all the flowers bloom in summer, all the wonderful and fragrant flowers slowly disappear in the cool autumn with the pale whiteness of the flowers, and the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the year calm down, and begin to immerse yourself in the memories of the past events. However, on the edge of the remote hill forest in the wilderness, a large field of pale yellow wild chrysanthemums blooms silently. It permeates the landscape with that leisurely feeling and complacent, the branches are dense, the flowers are fragrant, and the color of life is abundant in the increasingly decadent and gloomy mood.

At this time, on the hills and forest edges, there are often young men and girls walking together. They are not so much here to enjoy the scenery of the mountains, but to pour out their love in their hearts. The boys and girls in autumn are as quiet and beautiful as the mountains and rivers in autumn. They wore beautiful clothes, sang and walked hand in hand, making the quiet mountains and rivers vibrant. At the foot of the hill is a large reservoir of tranquility and spaciousness, known as the Blue Lake. It is located in the middle of the mountains, the lake water is clear, the environment is quiet, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and grassy slopes on one side. The side of the mountain is densely wooded, but the meadow is full of flowers. This kind of distant and mysterious tranquility and silence makes people can't help but be fascinated and fascinated. This natural and graceful beauty is the most beautiful without carving.

In fact, the autumn scenery of my hometown is the most beautiful scenery of the year. The sun is shining, the wind is cool and cool, the forest is dyed, and the river is clear. In the evening, the sun sets, the sky is full of red clouds, the fishing songs are singing late, the shepherd boy returns to the village, the cooking smoke curls, and the tired birds return to their nests. It's a beautiful landscape that no one can paint.

Winter goes to spring, summer is summer and autumn is cool. The mountains and rivers and hot soil of our hometown nourish us and nurture us, and also imprint our attachment and love for our hometown in our life genes. Hometown is the support of our feelings and the hometown of our soul. We have as much affection for it as we have. Every emotion is a touching picture, a beautiful poetry and emotion. With this beautiful poetry and emotion, every painting in our hearts will be painted incomparably gorgeous.