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"After waiting for a thousand years of vows, I left Wan Li forever." Time is the Songhua River flowing through my hometown of Jilin, running day and night, so that we no longer have the youth when we leave, let us look back on the vicissitudes of the past. My hometown, Jilin City, is called "Jilin Wula" in Manchu, that is, "the city along the river". Songhua River passes through the city in an S-shape, forming a natural beauty of "green hills on four sides, water on three sides, a city with mountains and mountains with half a city". My hometown Jilin is a famous ice and snow sports tourist city. Only the famous alpine ski resorts include Songhua Lake, Beida Lake, Beishan Mountain and Zhuque Mountain. Songhua River is not frozen in winter, and rime has formed along the river, which has become one of the four natural wonders in China.

Unfortunately, I went back to my hometown in Jilin three times, but I couldn't resist the heat in Nanjing. Naturally, I finally sat on the bench and listened to my mother's past story: physical education class, a primary and secondary school in Jilin City, skated in winter, and beginners were qualified to do somersaults on the ice, practice balance and practice skills, and gradually show their unique skills. The temperature in Jilin can be as low as MINUS 30-40 degrees in winter night, and there are frozen tofu, frozen meat and sticky bean bags on every balcony. Back in the house, the cotton monkey dragged on and on, and the persimmon frozen pear tube was enough. It's a pity that winter in Nanjing is as cold as outside. When we were young, we could only silently look at the strange world of window grilles on the window glass. Once, there were magical carriages, drivers, frozen pears and persimmons in sacks.

In the summer of 1976, Nanjing is extremely hot. My parents took us on a green leather train for three days and nights and changed trains in Changchun. I remember that the old railway station in Changchun was a little light green and Japanese-style. As the colonists witnessed, the whole northeast is three times as big as Japan. After returning to Jilin in the summer vacation, we first lived on the second floor of my grandfather's house in Jilin City for a period of time. After visiting Xichunfa, a century-old shop in Jilin, several times, we rushed to the new station by train, because grandpa had been transferred to the locomotive depot of the new station. ?

There are three bungalows, a kitchen and a yard outside. The yard is surrounded by a wooden fence, which is very interesting. Various home-cooked dishes such as beans and eggplant in the garden grow vigorously without fertilization. The most amazing thing is that I saw Kang! A real kang. Of course, I won't make a fire when I go back in summer. Otherwise, it will be a snow-white world outside, and the kang in the house will be hot. Relatives will sit around the kang table and knock on melon seeds and suck frozen persimmons and pears. How romantic it would be. ?

There are many Korean pine logs piled up in the freight yard of the new station locomotive depot. My aunt took me and a group of big girls in the neighborhood to shovel bark, put a few pieces of pine bark in the kitchen hall and make good food. My aunt carried a basket and shoveled half a basket. The railway workers began to blow their whistle, and the families dispersed in a hubbub. Being chased by a playboy and trying to get carried away. It seems that everyone should do something out of line when they are young, otherwise it will be too boring.

One day, my aunt took me to Okawabe at the new station to play with water. Not far away, the mountains are covered with red and green fruit trees. The river is wide, crystal clear and the sand is fine. My foot is in it and the river is swaying. Even the thin fish were scared away by me. Later, my mother told me that there was a big flood here at the new station. It is said that the water is surging and rumbling along the railway tracks. The man who fled to the mountain with a bag on his head was saved. People who care about their houses and property don't want to leave and hide under the eaves. The flood rose so fast that even houses and people were swept away by the flood.

There are many Koreans in Jilin, so I took the train from Dagu to Yanji to try the authentic dog broth restaurant, but the moment I really saw the dog meat seemed a little unbearable, so I changed to the cold noodle restaurant in Ren Xian. A big bowl of cold noodles is made by hand with buckwheat. The cold noodles are dotted with red, green and white, and the red cold noodles Chili sauce is not very spicy. After the noodles are mixed, the taste is particularly satisfying. I have eaten all the beef and pear slices, and several cold dishes are empty. The only soup of Korean cold noodles is quite cold, and it is quite sour after a few mouthfuls. Maybe it's the first time to eat cold noodles and I'm not used to cold noodle soup. When I came back from the car, my stomach was embarrassed. I finally had diarrhea at night and made a joke.

I remember my grandfather's eyes were very handsome and full of spirit. My grandfather can speak Japanese. During the Puppet Manchukuo period, he was in charge of technology and had to deal with the Japanese every day. The old man looked at us with a pipe in his mouth and smiled kindly and happily. Grandma, on the other hand, has a bunch of keys around her waist. There are naturally two camphor wood boxes inside, and there are all kinds of gold ornaments in the mysterious box. It's a pity that only a gold ring has arrived in my hand, and a sika deer is engraved on the face of the ring. ?

In the northeast, wild sika deer rarely grow in Changbai Mountain. They like deep and quiet forests, where the snow is heavy, and sika deer will flock to the Woods with less snow at the foot of the mountain. In summer, I like to eat grass and young leaves of small trees on the western slope where mosquitoes can't fly high. August and September are the "wedding period" of sika deer every year. In order to compete for a mate, the stags fought like crazy. There is such a picture of Qing Ji: an Antarctic fairy with ruddy hair and childish face is leaning on crutches, and her silvery white beard hangs to the ground. The old man is surrounded by several red-crowned cranes and a sika deer with ganoderma lucidum in its mouth.

Yang Chunyan? 20 19.7.20