Look up at my hometown. Author Xin Huang

Inscription: This article is dedicated to my beautiful hometown, Lingdou Village, Zhongfang Town, Luoyuan County, Fujian Province, which was selected as the fourth batch of "China Traditional Villages"!

Tomorrow, I will return to my hometown and fly to the south with my iron bird. I will return to the hot land where I was born and raised. Hometown is the sugar in my mouth, the place I miss, the sea of tea is like the wind, and homesickness is like wine; On the coast of the East China Sea, the peak outside the north of Fengshan, there are familiar and unfamiliar eyes and smiling faces, and everywhere is full of sunshine and simple homesickness. "Whispering in the middle of the night, the moon falls like a golden basin." Beautiful countryside, with blue sky and white clouds and green mountains, is my beautiful hometown-ancient town and ocean.

After 30 years away from home, the local accent lights up the voyage of the wanderer! Looking up at the bright moon tonight, my heart is like a hook and my heart is like a sickle. As time goes by, I open my diary every day. As I grow up, I think of my hometown. Moonlight reflects the golden rice in the south to Yanjing, bringing heavy gospel with clouds. I won't sleep tonight, because the moon is near the Mid-Autumn Festival, and my heart is missing my hometown. Every Mid-Autumn Festival is a feeling of homesickness. I often contact the north and the south. In Beijing, I heard about folk customs, which is very kind. Every time I am slowly clearing my mind, my mood is from Wangjing to Liulichang, from protecting Jingmen to Huilongguan, and from Panjiayuan on weekends, sorting out my notes in my life. Going in and out of countless hutongs, enjoying the song drifting in the north, and picking up the password of life from the faces of passers-by are like picking up a key for many years, only to know that our true roots are deep in the mountains. I want to follow the wind, and I should return to my roots, so that the green mountains and green waters can moisten my tired heart.

How many times I looked at it from afar with deep affection, the hometown lingering in my dream, and the kind mother in my dream! The hometown deep in the mountains, the old house in the hometown, and the eaves of history; I miss you a thousand times, and the smoke from the kitchen turns into eternal sorrow! The walls are covered with smoke, which gives me pain and kindness, and has a deep feeling and nostalgia. In the past year, the red flame in the stove once licked my mother's face and smoked my father's heavy shoulder. Grandma's smiling face is outlined under the retro oil lamp. Under the old house, "farming and reading is a family heirloom" is a warm term. At this moment, anxious to return and Yu Xinru are thinking of the old swallow, holding their feelings and a heavy poem! When I return to my hometown, I would like to be a colored pen full of ink, draw a song of Long song everywhere, catch the expectant eyes, and draw the brilliance and splendor of the ancient town.

Tonight, homesickness turned my figure into a kite, in which I drew many fairy tales, in which there were strong sketch lines and naughty graffiti with colorful blocks. The wind of Mid-Autumn Festival wants us to hold up our hometown, hold it high, fly far away and write a long poem with homesickness. My hometown, rivers and oceans, like a blush on a girl's cheek, have become more and more charming after years of rendering. Since the Ming and Qing dynasties, there have been many talented people here, and countless ideological giants and famous Fujian businessmen have been born.

The ocean river, like a long jade belt, is tied with the feelings of countless wanderers!

Walking into the depths of life, on that long road, I, like everyone else, shouldered heavy responsibilities, waved hoes and danced with ink, trudged all the way, sang songs and walked in the "rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea"; "Poetry, books, paintings, printing and writing". I sang, laughed, danced and expressed it happily to everyone. My mother's oldest and most honest motto runs through my veins.

My heart is full of flowers, like the eternity of spring in this world, and her vitality is the richest and broadest. There are many good things in life that people can't get what they want. I will still straighten my young backbone and light the light of hope with unyielding faith. Don't ask about tomorrow's wind, full of hope, once again tenacious failure, this is just a real painful experience in life. Stand up from a fall, and you won't lose your strong demeanor. Along the way, there is a desire that can't be eroded by wind, sand, rain and snow. The flowers along the way burst into smiles to keep the feelings of passers-by In that eternal memory, I am full of poems. Under the scorching sun, there is still bitterness and hope is evergreen.

The magnificent scenery of life, I really want to talk to the wise, pen and ink can not completely smear life. Entrustment and expectation of hometown are in empty luggage, without the guidance and blessing of starlight and sweet call. Until one day, a small red silk rope floated in the distance, and I began to roll up my light blue first love and snuggle up in the long flower season in the distance. Inadvertently dig out the old photos of childhood, and read dreams may come to a ashamed heart, which is serious after drifting and storm, waving the ribbon of acacia; There stood a wick of faith, and I whispered to my lips, accompanied by waves of people, seasons and sunshine, and entered the depths of life. Stories, red wine for a toast, bright candlelight nights, wonderful music and firecrackers arrived as scheduled, spread into the wide gatehouse, and wrote several big characters-sunny days.

? The author of this article is Xin Huang.