Although it is said that "it is just right to look for spring warmth, beautiful and tender calyx flowers and plants." The branches of red and green hair are blowing, and the wind is blowing. Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, I'm afraid of hurting Qiong Yingruiqiao. But the faint sound, weaving and weaving, but ushered in a snow, this time has changed in the spring, summer, autumn and winter seasons of one or two decades.

Although it was a joyful time like a donkey, it made me feel as helpless as if I was in prison.

Although this time is as beautiful as the passing water, it has taken away many precious memories that I have experienced.

Although this time has passed, many scenes have been changed, and many pictures have been deleted, but some things are still bright and shiny, cannot be fingered, and will not be forgotten with the change of the times. It will always be inherited, will always exist, will always be accompanied, will continue to take root in people's hearts, and then lush and blue, it is a unique mark of the hometown.

Maybe when people are in their hometown for a long time, they don't feel its presence and don't try to cherish it. However, when people embark on the journey of destiny alone, far away from the place where they were born and raised, and are depressed for a long time, when they happen to meet a fellow who speaks with the same accent and speaks the dialect of their hometown that has been absent for a long time, they will smile, they will be surprised, they will become full of energy, they will be impregnated with the most cordial tenderness in an instant, and they will also have the most enthusiastic heart in an instant. Of course, I will also begin to stretch my tense face, and then eliminate my worries and sorrows, and begin to calmly face the gains and losses in front of me, and finally step over by myself.

Of course, where there is a local sound, it will inevitably be accompanied by the prevalence of hometown specialties, such as those flavorful snacks in the hometown. When the wanderer who has been making a living outside for a long time hears the warm and cordial natural sounds of the country, and at the same time tastes the familiar and homesick hometown food, the comfort from the bottom of the soul will inevitably make the wanderer feel greatly encouraged and satisfied, and then riveting enough strength to continue to embark on the lonely road of life. This is the magical charm from home, the most warm and special vibration of the land of mulberry that melts into the depths of every wanderer's soul, the laryngeal space and the vocal cords; It is also attached to the genetic spectrum of each wanderer, between the tongue bud and the stomach, and comes from the most familiar taste information in his hometown.

Everyone has their own special vernacular. The local sound is the proof of the origin of a person's origin, and it is also the basis for a person's leaves to return to their roots. The sound of the countryside is like a spring, bubbling and flowing, for a long time, nourishing every inch of the traveler's barren and dry heart; The country sound is like fire, the raging burning, the scorching flames, burning away every wisp of the traveler's sorrow that breaks through the ground; The country sound is like a pine, and it is upright, verdant and verdant, supporting every trace of wisdom and wisdom of the traveler. But even so, I don't know exactly where my native accent is, or rather, my accent is particularly "mixed", because my hometown is full of two.

My first hometown was in Changpo, Shanxi. Until I was seven years old, I was born and raised in my grandfather's house in Shanxi, a small foothill village backed by mountains. Although it may seem remote, it is rich in the famous, tonn-by-ton, swarthy coal and gangue known as the "black baby". Because of the abundance of minerals, it was not uncommon to see conveyor belts transporting crushed coal and trucks carrying lumps of coal in the mining fields at the foot of the mountain.

However, due to the perennial digging of coal, when people are close to the vicinity of the mining site, they will feel a serious drop in air quality, because the black coal ash that is visible to the naked eye is constantly flying above and below the sky. When the wind stops, it piles up on the concrete road leading to the town, forming a winding "spectacular" black avenue that "amazes" people. When the wind dances, it takes the opportunity to fly to the homes of neighboring residents, "snuggling together" on people's faces, making people's cheeks darken. But whether the wind rises and stops, or the car stops and drives, it will be particularly "naughty" to jump into the nearby creek and spring, teasing Qingquan Qingxi, letting them have fun with them, and even "persuading" Qingquan Qingxi to change to a new color and become a domineering dark model. Fortunately, all of this has improved a lot now, perhaps because the nearby coal mine is almost finished!

Although the ground at the foot of the mountain was dark and even a little messy, above the craggy peaks there were many unknown shrubs and trees, some of which were even very short. Among these dwarf trees, there are delicate and petite mountain dates with a special taste, as well as patches of red raw and appetizing hawthorn fruits, and pecans with huge fruits like pearls of the night. Because the mountain people's farmland is also in the mountains, these rare and exotic fruits naturally become a pastime for people to quench their thirst and satisfy their hunger, and this has also become my nostalgia.

On the side of this mountain village, far upstream from the mining site, there is a large reservoir with a slightly rounded shape in the shape of a silver moon. Because it is used for the purpose of storing water, irrigating farmland, and people's daily life, this large reservoir is built with a large number of rocks, so it is particularly waterproof and collapse-proof. However, Rao is like this, and there are still special people in the local area to repair the deficiencies every year, so it can be said that it is relatively safe and safe.

However, my mom would often say that the bottom of this reservoir is home to a lot of giant fish as long as a door. The reason why my mom is so exaggerated is because my dad has blown up several giant fish of this size. My guess is that the reservoir is too deep for people to easily fish, so the older fish grow bigger and bigger until they become giant fish in people's mouths.

Of course, I hadn't seen such a giant fish with my own eyes, but even if I did, I wouldn't remember it, because I was too young at the time. But while there are one or two mysteries about the reservoir, my joy of growing up wasn't there, but in the drainage canals that people built specifically for the reservoir downstream.

The reason why I say this is because during the dry season, among the gravel blocks of the drains hide petite and silly crabs with slightly square backs. This kind of crab is very distinctive, but not because of its appearance, but because of its natural characteristics - because as long as I deliberately stir up at the mouth of its sand hole, and I don't need to dig it, it will crawl out on purpose, and then I can easily find it, so in a very short time I can pick up a full pot, it is really stupid to the door.

At that time, I hadn't reached the minimum age to go to school, so my vocation at that time was to just play well. However, since the mountain village dolls of that era could only pass the time, the only thing that could be used to pass the time was the natural interest of the mountains, so I would go to the land of Gu'ao and watch curiously as the shepherds shook their whips and drove the bleating sheep that were leisurely grazing on the grass. Or if I don't want to hike, I'll go to the manger house with my neighbor to add tasty, dried forage to the big horses.

Of course, if it is the middle of summer, one of the major events I am most looking forward to is to take advantage of the leisure afternoon, quietly waiting for the beautiful sound of the jelly maker with a squishy face shouting "Liangxuan Powder, Gaoping Liangxuan Powder". I saw him running all over the mountain, carrying a wooden flat pole on his shoulder, and a bamboo box hung in front and back of the flat pole, and in these two bamboo boxes were placed a large plate of unopened white or only half a piece of blue cold spinning powder. Because this food is so delicious, it is especially popular with children in mountain villages, so it is especially in demand. But if you don't pay attention, I'm afraid you can only "look at the powder and sigh" - you can only watch the friends in the same village finish eating.

Gaoping Liangxuan Powder, as the name suggests, is produced in Gaoping, Shanxi, and is of the most advanced quality with new spinning. The specific method is to buckle the finished powder mound upside down on a grate, use a canned bottle cap, with a number of uniform holes, from the outside to the inside, a circle, into a strip, spray a little cold water, grab into the porcelain surface wall pattern with flowers in the bowl, sprinkle a little salt, pour a circle of mustard oil, and an appropriate amount of white garlic, and add a little other accessories, you can enjoy.

When Gaoping jelly is eaten, it not only has the spicy aroma of mustard rushing to the root of the tongue, which will make people cry like being bullied; Coupled with the sour and refreshing strength of Shanxi's famous old vinegar, it adds a bit of fragrance. Of course, not to mention the cold water from the cool spin powder itself, as if hidden in it, it can make people eat one or two guests, and the meaning is still unfinished, especially to relieve the heat.

If the weather were beautiful, I would have been able to go to the village's only theatrical square in the evening, before the sky had completely darkened, and taste bowls of steaming beef meatballs freshly cooked from a small red clay stove on some special festival. And when I poured the beef balls in the bowl with the vinegar sauce of Shanxi old vinegar, it tasted particularly good. Really, there is no sourness, only the aroma is rich, which is very seductive.

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It's a pity that the world is unpredictable, but I didn't expect that after I was 8 years old, my father would obey my grandmother's "Taiwan order" and take me back to my hometown in Anhui with my mother and sister. And this "homecoming", staying for nearly 20 years, has made my second hometown.

Although Anhui is my second hometown, this second hometown has never welcomed me in a friendly way, nor has it treated me kindly. I won't mention that when I first came here as a child, I was violently ostracized by countless local people, and they even beat me up in groups. So when I was in elementary school, the teachers didn't let me answer the questions, but in the end, the reason for all this was the accent because they couldn't understand my Shanxi dialect. Of course, I won't mention the painful experience of being "friendly" with countless alumni because of my accent when I finished elementary school.

Although "the young left home and the eldest returned, the local accent has changed to sideburns", but to be honest, I really don't know where I belong when I grow so big. Although I have lived in my hometown of Taihe for many years, speak the Taihe dialect, and know the customs and local specialties here, my accent has a hidden local accent from Shanxi, which will pop up from time to time, reminding me not to forget my first hometown, which has frequently caused me a lot of trouble.

So every time I go shopping in Taihe or pick up my parcel in Daxinzhen, people ask me where my hometown is, because they don't feel like my accent is local. What embarrassed me was that when I went back to Shanxi to visit my family, the people of Shanxi asked me where I was from.

Although these years will change many people's habits and erase many traces of people, there are some things, some questions, let it use all kinds of means, but it can't be adulterated in any way, and it can't give a clear answer, just like where am I? No one can give me a definite answer, but I think I'm probably a lonely traveler with nowhere to put my soul!