Hometown, located in the southwest corner of Weifang, is an ordinary small mountain village. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoWhen it comes to Mawan, people in my hometown are naturally familiar with it. Ma Wan is the name of a water inlet as our locals call it. It is located between our village and the neighboring villages to the west, although it is an area of a few acres, but it carries many of my strong nostalgic memories.

At the end of the year, I went back to my hometown and went to see Mawan. In winter, it seems so cold and lonely. Mawan was almost dry, and the palm-sized surface of the water was covered in a thin layer of uneven ice, which radiated a dull sheen in the sunlight. Near the ice, there is a lot of muck piled up. On the shore, the once graceful weeping willows are gone. As far as I could see, I was filled with emotion, and I couldn't help but think of Mawan in the past years.

When I was a child, Mawan was a different kind of beauty. In spring, the willow trees on the shore spit green, and the tender yellow willow leaves make people fall in love. The spring breeze is coming, and the willow branches are swaying. These contrast with the calm water, like a picture of tranquility and beauty. The grass near the surface of the water is delicate and cute, and it is dressed in the colors of spring. A few white geese and ducks frolicked in the spring water, adding a bit of dynamism and vitality to Mawan.

In summer, the shallow waters and shores of Mawan are covered with wild hemp. From a distance, it seems to be a dense forest, and Mawan has a little more dark and mysterious color. I suspect that Ma Wan may have been named after these clusters of hemp! Every time after a heavy rain, the water level in Ma Wan rises and the water becomes muddy. There was a lot of frogs inside, and it was very lively. When I was a child, I loved raising birds. So, I often went to those clumps of hemp to look for insects to feed the birds. Among the many hemp leaves, I found some curly leaves, and carefully peeled back the layers to find the small insects wrapped in the leaves. After removing the worm, place it in a pre-prepared bottle. In a while, a bottle was filled. Then I ran home as fast as I could to feed the birds. Once, I followed my father through Mawan. The father spotted a baby swallow flapping its wings and chirping at the shallow water, looking as if it was injured. So, the father walked over slowly, leaned over and picked up the little swallow from the shallow water. The father gently stroked the little swallow with his hand, wiped the water droplets on its body with the small handkerchief he carried with him, helped it tidy up its messy feathers and wings, and carefully rubbed the little swallow's wings. Little Swallow enjoyed these quietly, staring at us with a pair of small black eyes, bright, and his eyes revealed more trust and friendliness. I stood beside my father and watched quietly, and my heart also sprouted a lot of emotion and touch. Later, the little swallow flew away lightly from my father's palm. Watching its disappearing figure and listening to its fading murmur, I seemed to understand the meaning of friendliness and fraternity at that moment. Since then, I have never fed the birds again and have never intentionally harmed the birds. Until now, I was very taboo about killing, perhaps because of my own personality. When I think about it, my father's kindness of releasing the little swallow has really left an indelible mark on my mind. From childhood to adulthood, my father's words and deeds have imperceptibly influenced me, spurred me, and influenced me.

In autumn, Mawan becomes much colder. By the inlet, the leaves of the grass have become less vibrant, and some willow leaves have begun to turn yellow. On the surface of the water, there are many withered yellow leaves. The autumn wind blew through, blowing up the already messy water surface. An autumn dream, left in the autumn wind, scattered and floating. Witnessing this, people feel a lot of feelings, and their hearts are like rippling water for a long time.

In winter, Mawan presents a different style. You see, after the heavy snowfall, the ice surface of Mawan is covered with snow, as if it is a huge silver-white carpet. It is reflected in the surrounding trees, soil slopes, houses, and blue sky, and naturally blends into a pure pastoral painting. After school, my friends and I often go ice skating in Ma Wan. At that time, I would go ice skating with my own improvised skating boat made of planks and nails. A man sits on an ice skating boat, holding a small iron rod with a wooden handle and an iron head in both hands, and he is exhausted and happy. Some friends ride bicycles on the ice to play, not only to prevent slipping, but also to avoid others, which is very thrilling. On the ice, we often leave our laughter and laughter. The wind blows, some snow falls on the branches, and they don't seem to be willing to be lonely, sharing our innocent comfort and joy together. Every time the sun goes down for a long time, we go home one after another with attachment. At this time, Mawan returned to its usual silence. (Article Reading Network: www.sanwen.net )

All year round, Mawan is not dry. In spring and autumn, when there is a drought, the villagers use the water in Mawan to irrigate the fields nearby to alleviate the drought. As a result, the water from Mawan will bubble into the ground through the water pipe, and flow into the hearts of the villagers, nourishing the growth of crops and the dreams of the villagers yearning for a good year.

Ma Wan is also a playground for children to play. There, many joys of our childhood were left behind. During the holiday, the weather was fine, and a few of our friends made an appointment to go to the shore of Mawan to play. We look for some smooth rocks and stick to the water surface to play water floating, and compete to see who can hit the most "water drifters" at one time. Accompanied by the ripples of the water drifting in circles, we were greeted with bursts of innocent laughter. When we were tired of playing, we folded the paper pieces we brought with us into a small boat and put the paper boat into Mawan. The boat followed the wind, and in a moment it was in the middle of the inlet. Looking at the small boat that gradually moved away, I often lost my mind for a long time, as if my heart also set sail into the distance. There is a ditch in the northeast corner and the southeast corner of Mawan, which is formed by natural erosion of flowing water for many years. The ditch in the southeast corner is wider and deeper. Sometimes, a few of us will catch loaches in the mud of this ditch, and it usually takes a long time to catch a loach. If you are not careful, sometimes the slippery loach will break free from your hands and escape. Later, everyone was splashed with black mud and their faces became big flowers. Everyone is busy, laughing, immersed, and happy. Sometimes, we also fish with improvised fishing rods that we make ourselves. Not only to catch more fish, but also to satisfy your curiosity and experience the fun of being busy. Under the golden sun, watching the little fish floating on the surface of the water and swaying gently, I couldn't help but feel a little uncontrollable excitement and excitement in my heart. If you catch a fish, no matter how big or small, your heart is filled with a sense of happiness. Looking back on it to this day, I can't get enough of it. It's just that those simple and happy times can only be slowly pursued in memories.

I couldn't help but write these verses: "You have experienced the baptism of wind and rain / You have witnessed the transmutation of the seasons / In the cycle of time / Blending into your colorful / / You have accepted the rushing of the torrent / You have given birth to the splendor of life / In the memory of light and shadow / Interpreting your great love without words / / You have told a moving story / You have had a beautiful face / Suddenly looking back / Flashing your affectionate attachment" The hometown of Mawan, like a touch of strong nostalgia, resides in my heart, the longer the fragrance, the longer the thicker, let me miss and linger forever.