Hometown is everyone's spiritual home, emotional sustenance, and also the place everyone follows. My hometown is Shanxi, which is a city with a long cultural history. On this day, I want to relive my hometown and look for it again, a day of passion that has existed for a long time in history.
I finally came to my hometown after bumping all the way. As before, the mountains are surrounded by mountains, the air is fresh, the blue sky and white clouds are changing in various shapes. In the sky, they put on a wonderful posture, and the sun shines gently and evenly on the earth, bringing beautiful and bright spring. Following the original road, I first found a place I used to go when I was a child-Guandao Lane.
In recent years, due to the strong support of the government, folk food has gradually developed. Guandao Lane has suddenly become a big market for folk snacks from a place that only sells ordinary street snacks. There are all kinds of delicious food here, including delicious Xinjiang kebabs, delicious American steaks and refreshing and delicious rose soup. My favorite when I was a child was this rose soup. Although the price has become a bit expensive now, I bought a bottle and tasted it. The taste is still the same.
Red roses and purple jasmine quietly float on the water, emitting a unique fragrance. After a sip, the perfume is clear, refreshing and unforgettable. In the second bite, the flowers are a little light, but the water is particularly clear. In the mouth, it is like a sweet spring, sweet but not greasy. There's really no way. I can't help it My heart is cold, delicious and sweet.
Then I went to Zhangbi Castle, which I used to play when I was a child. Tickets have been closed now, but there are still many tourists coming in and out. It is divided into nine layers, each with its own characteristics and temperature. The first floor is the easiest to choose when fighting guerrilla warfare. When he held his ground, the enemy hid in the dark. For each next floor, the temperature will drop by 10℃. The last level is to lure the enemy to the bait, let the enemy endure here, be hungry and cold, and finally be caught in the net. Seeing this beautiful invention, we not only admire the heroic wisdom of the ancients and PLA soldiers, but also admire their indomitable spirit of the war of resistance.
Review the hometown road, every road is warm and every road is lovely!
She is the only college student in this backward mountainous area and now has a happy family.
One day, her 5-year-old son blinked his clear eyes and said firmly to her, "Mom, I want to be a policeman when I grow up.". I want to protect you and dad. " She listened to her son's childish dream and looked into his childish eyes, and couldn't help recalling her youth.
Her house is the only one in the village with a leafy pear tree in front of it. Every summer, the whole village loves to enjoy the cool under this century-old tree. This is also one of her proudest things. There is an old spinning wheel under this tree. When communicating in spring and summer, my mother always sits under the tree, spinning around and making a buzzing sound. At this time, pear blossoms are in full bloom, and the pear blossoms full of trees will fly all over the sky, dyeing the hills and small villages red. She always climbs to the tree, gently pushes aside the branches, smells the fragrance of pear flowers, and sometimes grabs a branch and shakes it hard, and the pear flowers will fall on her mother. At that time, she will laugh happily. And my mother always looked up with a smile and said, "Come down quickly, it's so dangerous to climb. Girls are thinner than boys. " When she heard this, she would immediately slide down from the thick branches of the pear tree obediently. Then she hugged her mother and said, "mom, when I grow up, I will make a lot of money." I want to plant a pear tree in front of every household in our village, so that we can all live in the rain! " "Mother smiled, and the wrinkles on her face also smiled:" Well, I'll wait for you to have a future and turn us into a pear flower village! """Hmm!" She jumped back to her room happily, picked up the crumpled old textbook and read it carefully. Mom is busy listening and laughing.
Two lines of tears fell under the tree. She's back. How long has she been back? She doesn't know it herself. Since my mother died, everything in the village has been the same as before, except the old spinning wheel and weaver, the vows of youth and the lost time. She wants to fulfill her promise and fulfill her original dream. She took good care of her youth and experienced this quiet and peaceful small village.
She wants to turn back, but she can't. She couldn't bear to leave too many things in her youth, which blocked her way back. She can only go forward desperately, until she finally fades from her original dream, and her beauty is mixed with a trace of childishness.
Shake the white branches, flowers and rain are flying all over the sky. ...