Lion Ridge without Lions

In the summer when I was eight years old, I left the small village and went to study in the town. There was no childhood after that. -inscription

? Sometimes I think of my childhood. I was born in a small village called Shiziling. Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a lion on the mountain here, which protected all the creatures on this land and made people live and work in peace and contentment, hence the name Shiling. But since I was born, I haven't seen endless forests and mountains, only hills. I have never seen the legendary Zhenshan beast. But it was this lion ridge without lions that filled my whole childhood.

In spring, the sun is always lingering, and Sophora japonica always falls all over the floor and cannot be swept away. On the stranger, vermilion powder is blooming, dandelions are on both sides of the path, and golden rape fields are in the distance. My fashion doesn't know what "Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?" But I have seen it with my own eyes. The spring breeze blew the whole riverbank in my hometown and dyed it green with the spring water in the distant mountains. I like to run the riverbank in one breath and then roll on the grass. The ponytail grass was crushed with a swish, but I didn't want to stand up. The wind made me itch. "Hey, did you hear that?" I shouted at the distant mountain, and the distant mountain responded to me: "Hey, did you hear that?" Dandelion is flying in the wind, one falls on the ridge of the field, one falls on the spring breeze, and the other falls on my heart. There is a clear echo of "Ding Dong". I heard that it was clearly a whole spring, taking root and sprouting.

Summer is very hot, but at that time, the concept of heat was not clear, only that the sky was as blue as a huge crystal and there was no cloud. Cicadas don't have a good rest in the shade, and they bark endlessly. Rhubarb dog at home was lying on the concrete clearing in front of the hall, sticking out his tongue, motionless, not even moving in the wind. Adults are carrying iced watermelons, and I'm lying on the mat at the door in my vest, rolling around bored. The old electric fan creaked and the condensed heat could not be blown away. Occasionally, an uncle and aunt wearing a straw hat and carrying a pole passed by the door. I said, "Huang, Huang, you are screaming."

When I was holding half a watermelon, I thought to myself: Will the vendor selling tofu brain come today? When eating tofu brain, I thought: When will my brothers and sisters come back to catch shrimp? Thinking of falling asleep, my mouth watered all over the mat.

At that time, there was a power outage in the village. On countless midsummer nights, my grandmother used a hand-cranked bamboo fan to coax me to sleep on a bamboo bed. With the gentle wind and bright stars at night, whenever the cold touch of bamboo comes into my dream, it's like rowing a canoe. I always thought I wouldn't grow up so soon. I still remember one summer, when I was sitting on a bamboo bed counting stars, I suddenly saw a spoon, Beidou No.7, which was infinitely bright. Later, I never saw such a touching starry sky again.

Autumn left me little impression, only golden outlines and sweet fruits, thick cotton-padded clothes and rice piled on the concrete floor early. Grandma became very busy and didn't have time to talk to me, but she stuck a scarecrow in front of the grain pile and grinned at me. While the adults were not at home, I swooped into the grain pile, scaring the reconnaissance birds around me to flee. You see, I am more useful than the scarecrow. I turned over and the sun shone warmly on my face. I am also a very, very small one. The sky is spotless.

? The canal next to the house is also dry. This is my territory, but as a king, I have nothing to do, patrolling for one afternoon and two afternoons. Why am I so idle in autumn? It is obvious that the sweet-scented osmanthus has spread all over the village.

For me, winter is just waiting for snow. Waiting for a world to wake up in the morning and suddenly be wrapped in silver. When I grow up, I gradually understand that "Chai Men smells dogs barking and returns to people in the snowy night." What's the mood? I just started to miss myself when I was just waiting for the snow. There was a heavy snow one winter, and the snow was half a meter deep, which is rare in winter in the south. The snow closed the door, and we swept the whole morning before clearing a path. I dragged my father to make a snowman, and every time I made it, I looked like a monster. Later, the snow was not as heavy as that year, so the snowman I made was actually the best one I ever made.

The only time I saw the rainbow in winter with my own eyes was during the Spring Festival, when my relatives and friends finished eating around the table. At such a perfect time, I suddenly looked up and saw the rainbow, always feeling very lucky. At that time, everyone didn't sleep on New Year's Eve. We children greet the New Year with "Tianpao". I don't know who told me that "Tianbao" would rush out from behind, which scared me to light firecrackers. Although friends of the same age no longer set off firecrackers now, only I still stubbornly buy some when I go back to my hometown every New Year, although I am often laughed at. It was already late at night when I went back to my hometown last year. When I passed the firecracker stall, the store was closing the stall. I was shocked by half a salary, but I shook my head and walked away. It was not until I walked to the door of my hometown that I saw my little niece rush out with a box of firecrackers and let her cry in that kind of fire tree and silver flower. Happiness may mean that all the good things can continue, and someone will remember it for me.

I spent my childhood in Lion Ridge, where there were no lions. Heidegger said: "Hometown is in the center of the earth." My hometown is like the center of the circle. In Qian Qian, people have thousands of roads leading to distant places, but only one road leads to my hometown. You can see it when you look back. How lucky, I am a child who grew up in a foreign country. I have walked through a reinforced concrete city, but I still have the most primitive perception of nature. On sunny days, I can smell the rich fragrance of flowers and lazy grass in the air. After the rain, I can smell the trees clinging to the soil, getting deeper and deeper. On a cloudy day, there are horny mushrooms and moss on the stone. No matter how confused and confused I am, there is always my hometown behind me, and this land has given me the deepest and most wordless love.

Over the years, my grandmother's fields have been developed into factories, and I realized that all the time has gone back. The gray buildings buried all the colors, and I could run all over the riverbank in one breath, but the green mountains and plains were gone. Even if I ask the wind, I can't borrow a pair of wings from time. However, no matter how reinforced concrete seals the soil, I will never forget the swaying green. Even if time flies, years can't stop my initial touch and nostalgia. My heart will always be accompanied by the breath of the earth, and my feet will always step on the soil. All my life, I have been walking on her long road.

Now, I always look up at the sky, because I know that I am full of awe in this sky, but it is more reassuring attachment.

So hard to forget, we can't forget that this peaceful place is my hometown, just like last night, just like the stars.