As the leaves slowly turn yellow, the scent of corn beside the road has dissipated, leaving only the withered stalks lonely in the wind.

I walked among the paths of my hometown, the chickens and dogs barked, but I felt so strange, I didn't know what was missing, and my heart was very empty. Looking at the door of the village at the entrance of the village, I saw that the big trees in the yard were bare, just like a monk who had left home, extremely silent, the rubble broke through the fence, the deep moss had become dry and dark, and the yard was extremely green, I thought it must be my mother's vegetable field, every winter comes, my mother likes to plant some vegetables in the yard.

When I walked to the door, I saw my mother holding a needle and thread in her hand, already sitting in a corner of the yard baking the warm sun, sewing clothes, my sister learning on the side, and my father sleeping on the straw. The younger sister is still hiding in the corner of the fence, talking to herself and playing with the puppeteer, but the elder brother is nowhere to be seen. When I walked into the yard, my mother put down the needle and thread in her hand and greeted me with warmth.

One season of rain, one season of harvest, the house is full of recovered crops, including the entire yard full of recovered straw, winter melons, pumpkins, etc. The largest corner of the yard is full of radishes, Chinese cabbage and other vegetables, and after watering, Xinxin's posture swings in the wind.

Soon it will be the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, and every year in the middle of December, it is also the time to kill the New Year's pigs, and the village can eat and drink once a year. It can be said that it is the most luxurious day of the year, and in the near future, the Spring Festival will come.

Early that morning, the neighbors gathered together, because it was a custom handed down from the village, every time the pig was in the year, the neighbors next door in the village would meet together, and then the family followed.

I saw my father and the neighbor's uncles busy slaughtering the long-fed pigs, my mother and the aunts were busy cooking, and my sister was helping to wash the vegetables. Mother and those aunts are very talkative, and they are always inexhaustible. The elder brother is very naughty, leading a group of children to play poker in the corner, and if he loses, he will be fined a glass of rice wine brewed by the farmer. And the younger sister is the youngest, running around with a group of children, chasing each other.

I am quieter, and in the village parlance, I am a coward. I don't like to be in a busy place, and I don't like to talk to people or be as noisy as my brother. In this air of laughter, I didn't know what to do, so I thought about escaping.

"Mom, I want to go home," I told my mom.

Mom knew I didn't like to be noisy, so she looked up busily and said, "Go ahead, remember not to run around." ”

"Uh-huh". I walked back to my yard.

The Spring Festival is coming, and spring has also begun. I sat alone in the courtyard of my house, chairing the dry stalks, looking high into the blue sky and listening to the wind whizzing. I was really lonely in my heart, I always felt that I was different from other people, and I even envied my brother, sister, and sister.

"Spring warms the world, and the dead wood is prosperous. Lie in the door of the deep courtyard and listen to the banana language alone. "Looking at the noisy air outside, I suddenly felt a little tired of the world. I have always longed for the free and bold spirit of the poet, drinking wine, singing lyrics, writing poems in the countryside, what a pleasure.

My neighbor's aunt told my mother that I had a strange personality and didn't scream when I saw people, and sometimes it was difficult to even see my laughter, so my mother often told me that I should scream when I saw people, and that I should answer when others talked to me, and that I should be kind and not silent.

Perhaps, what I was thinking about was not how to play or how to make my family and teachers happy, but on the contrary, I was bored with them and even disdainful of them. I can't tell what I think I think about, not only because others can't understand it, but I can't even touch it myself.

However, time passed, and soon it was the Spring Festival.

As the sound of firecrackers sounds, the climate begins to warm. The village is even more lively, in the Spring Festival, all the people don't have to work, and can even get together to play mahjong, poker or something.

There is no such entertainment in the village square, the most traditional is the spinning top race, although I don't like the excitement, but I have a soft spot for the spinning top race.

Swings are also divided into many types, such as the spiral swing, which is the most complex swing in the swing, and the danger is also extremely high, and it requires two strong men to push it next to it for entertainment. The simplest one is a tandem swing, which can be operated without external force. The square is crowded with people inside and out.

In the evening, the atmosphere is more lively, and there is only one kind of entertainment, and that is to play mountain songs. Playing mountain songs is a kind of entertainment suitable for men, women and children, and it is also a custom that has been passed down for a long time in the countryside.

I remember that every Spring Festival, no matter in the morning or evening, I would force my mother to buy me a popsicle to hold, the taste of those childhoods, just like yesterday.

Time flies, I went from elementary school to junior high school, I remember that year, my brother and sister went out to work, and my sister went to elementary school.