In this northern metropolis, the seasons change very little. It's hot, put on a single coat, and think it's summer; When it was cold, I put on a cotton coat and thought it was winter. The so-called four distinct seasons are not felt in this city. In a year, it seems that there are only two seasons left.

Sometimes, judging the season is all based on the willows and two poplars outside the window. When I have nothing to do, I sit quietly in front of the window, leisurely look at the trees outside the window, and speculate on the change of seasons.

Today, it's another boring day, sitting in front of the window, thinking about this and that.

At this time, the leaves of the willow trees outside the window are still green. However, this green color has completely lost the luster of its heyday and is not so attractive.

A few days ago, there were some green poplars, and in four or five days, the leaves were all yellow. Many of the leaves at the top of the poplar tree have fallen off, and only the leaves at the base of the canopy are still thick. Seeing this, I want to laugh! In this way, it looks like those men in the city who have bowed their heads, with a light on their heads, but some hair is sparsely growing around them. I even began to worry about whether one day, after staying in this city for a long time, I would also be bald. Imagine yourself without hair on the top of your head, and I think that by that time, I will be uglier and more funny. From this poplar tree, you can already see the heavy autumn mood. The yellow leaves under the poplar trees that were swept away by yesterday's rain show the breath of a long autumn.

This city is very much like a chemical drug, which castrates people's spirituality, making it impossible for people to spread their wings of freedom and let their minds fly lightly. Feeling the vitality of life comfortably and smoothly seems to have become a luxury here.

I have been to the mountains, and I have been infected by the momentum of the mountains, touched by the aura of the mountains, and moved by the freshness of the mountains.

Remember, it was also autumn, around this time. In the face of the majestic and majestic, in the face of the vastness, in the face of the continuous secluded green mountains, I can enjoy the freedom to breathe smoothly, and I can let go of the joyful soul at will......

That time, my friend took me to his home in the mountains.

The people in the mountains live in the same way as the people in the plains in our hometown.

Our village is a courtyard with one house lined up neatly next to each other. Two long rows of houses form two long lines, with a street in between, connecting on both sides of the road, door to door. In this way, it is a village. The houses in the village are neatly arranged and do not feel the slightest crowded, unlike this city, where people are all crammed into birdcage-like buildings.

In the mountains, each house is in its own place, there is no wall, and the tree is the natural barrier of the house. The houses are scattered in different places, which is a bit of an artistic conception of "chickens and dogs smell each other, and it is rare to see".

There is a bamboo forest on the left side of my friend's house, and there is a small stream in the bamboo forest. The water, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, flowed all year round. When I see that bamboo forest, that trickle, I think:

Here, on a moonlit night, when it is difficult to sleep, listening to the trickle of singing, this heavenly sound, must be a pleasure.

In front of the house, there is a large flat land, which is the yard. The yard was divided into two halves: half was filled with recovered corn cobs; Half is soybean stalks. Around the garden, there are trees of various colors.

During the day, my friend took me to see the mountains and look for the footprints of his childhood.

There is a lot of water in the mountains, and there are many paddy fields here. This area in southern Shaanxi Province is dominated by rice. In the neat rice field, except for the rice stubble left after harvesting, it was bare. During walking, you can occasionally see a lotus pond. The water in the pond has dried up, and what remains is the leaves of the residual lotus, which lie horizontally and vertically in the pond.

Friends say that the lotus root at this time is the most delicious, tender and crispy. As I was talking, I heard a hearty laugh in front of me, and my friend led me over.

On the riverside not far from the lotus pond, there were many people: village women washing clothes, men washing lotus roots...... The lotus root that had just come out of the mud, as soon as it was washed, was completely transformed, white, section by section, like a girl's jade arm. A friend used to ask for a section for me, and the lotus root remained in my memory. The sweetness, the tenderness, the crispness...... To this day, I still can't help but salivate.

Where there is water, there must be bridges, and when I saw several cement bridges, there were no features, so I didn't care much. As I walked, I suddenly saw a bamboo bridge. Why is it called Bamboo Bridge? Because the deck of the bridge is made of bamboo planks. In fact, I can also call it a "suspension bridge", because in addition to the iron chains on both sides of the bridge deck, the bamboo deck as the bridge body is completely suspended above the water surface, and there is no support between the bridge deck and the water surface. When I first got on this bridge, I was a little timid, and I always felt unstable. After walking more than ten steps, I became much bolder. Walking on the bamboo suspension bridge, the bridge body will make a "creaking" sound, tickling people's hearts.

Continuing into the mountains, you can still see scattered homes on the way.

Far away, before we entered the house, the barking of the dog came to greet us, and when the owner heard the dog barking, he would usually come out to look at the living person, smile politely, and then go back to the house.

After a day's walking, I should have fallen asleep a long time ago, but everything here makes people feel fresh and excited, so I can't sleep at all, and the scene of the day is still flashing in front of me:

The mountain people who wash clothes by the river, the children who play by the spring......

During the day, the most pleasant thing is the clear spring flowing from the mountains, and the various fish swimming in the spring. At the spring, I felt a little thirsty and asked my friends if they could go to a nearby house to ask for water. Friends laugh at me, drink water? Isn't this water right in front of you? Don't ask for it, drink as much as you want. Before he finished speaking, his friend first took the spring water in his hand and drank it. I'm a frail person since I was a child, so I'm always cautious. Won't you have diarrhea? Although I thought so in my heart, when I saw that my friend drank so boldly and without scruples, I was relieved and boldly took the spring water and drank it. The water of the spring is sweet. Because the weather was cold, the water was still a little cold in my stomach, so I didn't drink more.

Slept?

My friend asked me.

No.

I replied.

I want my friends to tell me interesting stories about their place.

My friend talked about catching snakes and squirrels in the small bamboo forest next to the house, collecting firewood and mushrooms in the mountains, swimming and catching fish in streams and rivers...... Wait, I hate myself for not being able to enjoy the mountain.

After walking through so many places, I am used to seeing the neatness and crowding of the buildings in the city, and I can't remember all the roads I have passed. In the sea of memory, those small islands float on the surface of the sea forever, and one of them is the days in the mountains.