As a child, I lived in my hometown for a while, and it didn't seem too long or too short. That was a long, long time ago, and it seems like it was before kindergarten.

Grandpa was outside guarding the construction site, and there were only two people at home, Grandma and I. The house is not very big, the interior is not well lit, it is very dim. The pillars of the house are very high in the impression, and when you look up at the roof, you will have a feeling of being far away in the sky, and the roof is a sloping roof, which is in response to what the geography textbook says, the roof of the southern folk house has a large slope and the wall is high. The floor is paved with bricks, no cement, and uneven. In addition to this, there is a grandmother's cat in the house.

The cat is a flower cat, black and white color clusters, the white fur is not pure white, gray, and the black fur is also black and gray. To put it bluntly, it's just an ordinary cat that catches mice. Grandma always said that there are mice in the countryside, and cats are used to catch mice. I've never seen a mouse, let alone a cat catching a mouse, but I've wondered what a mouse looks like, and I've wondered how many times it looks. The cat was still a kitten, but I finally had a playmate at home. I remember that it has a name, and it is two identical words, and I have a vague impression but I really can't remember it.

Since I was a child, I have had some innate hatred for cats and dogs, and even some fear, afraid of cats, and even more afraid of dogs, but I don't have this feeling for this cat. In the open space in front of the house, I was running with the kittens, frolicking, playing, and so happy. When I was tired, I sat on a small stool in front of the door to bask in the sun, and it lay down quietly.

I often took the kitten's rice bowl from my grandmother's hand, placed it under a pillar in a corner of the right side of the hall in the kitten's dining room, and beckoned him to come over for dinner. The small iron bowl is nothing more than leftover rice mixed with leftover soup, and sometimes some fish is added. Farm cats are not picky eaters. I sat on a stool with a porcelain bowl and ate with it. It sticks its head into the iron bowl and seems to be licking and eating with its tongue. When it finished eating, it opened its small mouth sharply, bared its sharp teeth, squinted, and shook its beard. I could clearly see its sharp fangs and pink flesh, and I wondered if it was burping.

Every morning, I would follow my grandmother to the fields, and the kitten would follow behind, all the way around. In the spring, the fields are full of rape flowers. The green leaves, the stalks seem to be taller than me. At the top of the green pole, there are clusters of small yellow flowers, golden yellow, brilliant, dazzling. As soon as you twist your hand, you will get some pollen on your hand, which is very cute. Countless rape flowers grow together, as far as the eye can see, green into a piece, yellow into a piece, yellow and golden, how beautiful! It was a field of rape flowers, a sea of rape flowers. Grandma said that it was a rape flower, and the fruit could be squeezed for oil, and the sesame oil used for cooking vegetables was squeezed out of it. I was very excited when I heard it: how much oil can be squeezed from so many rape flowers! The kitten was also excited, and a few bees buzzed among the flowers to collect honey, and it pounced on it, chasing the bees on the dirt road, like a small black and white ball rolling. I wanted to go along, but my grandmother advised me to be careful: "That thing stings!" "I was a little afraid of the bee.

Later, I went to kindergarten in Nanjing, and when I came back for the Chinese New Year, I saw the kitten again. We went back after the year, and my grandmother went to the construction site to accompany my grandfather. When we came back, grandma said she had left the kitten at home and the kitten had run away. I'm sad, it's still young. I would love to find it. One year, when we were about to leave the village, a big cat passed by the door of a family in the distance, and soon disappeared. I suddenly thought, could it be grandma's kitten?

In Nanjing, rape flowers have also been seen. I saw it during the fifth-grade military training, it was very large, but it didn't seem to be as big as the rape field I saw when I was a child. The current residential area is separated by a wall is a small school field, and between the small school field and the fence is a vegetable field, which is the window of my room. Last spring, when I looked up, I could see green rape and golden cauliflower. Because of my schooling, I always couldn't wait for the rape in my hometown to bloom and then go back to the city. Although there are many rapes in my hometown, I have never seen rape flowers again.

This year, the opposite of the fence is expanding the community, and the vegetable field is actually the planning land of the community, and it was planted with some vegetables when it was idle. Although it is the time of rape flowering again, a lot of soil has been piled up on the original vegetable field, and it has become a small soil bag. I won't be able to see rape flowers this year, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see them in the future.

I don't know what year and month I will be able to see the rape fields in my hometown again. I don't know, what happened to the kitten?