The boring prose of childhood impression

When I miss my hometown, I often think of reeds.

There is much water in my hometown, and reeds are indispensable in places with much water.

When spring comes, children's eyes are often fixed on a piece of wet and soft soil under their feet, or a bunch of new green flowers on the sunny slope, while reeds in the unmelted swamp are often ignored.

But just when I looked up inadvertently, as if by magic, the reed turned green.

I wonder when the yellow branches and leaves were hidden in this green last winter. A swaying blue spray is surrounded by the wind and runs away. Soft wind, carrying the slender trunk of reed, gently swaying, standing by the pond, you can hear the wind and reed singing rustling songs. The coolness of the river and the fragrance of the earth are refreshing. Red and yellow dragonflies are dancing among reeds, like silent and elegant dancers. At that time, I didn't know what words to use to express my feelings. I just used the greedy eyes of children to capture the beauty endowed by nature.

The pond is hidden in the depths of reeds like a hermit. Only in the silent night can you hear the sound of running water in the depths of reeds. I know that the pond in the depths of reeds is the home of fish, and reeds are a paradise for fish. I often see my father wading into the middle of the river with a fish rack during lunch break, and then a hot air comes back with a fish rack full of frogs. At noon, my mother will stew fish for us with the water from the river. I think this fish smells like reed roots.

I often envy my brother. He can sometimes go fishing in the reeds instead of my father, and I can only stand by the river and wait quietly. The most unforgettable time was when my brother went fishing. I stood impatiently outside and began to call my brother. Brother Zuo, I only heard the rustle of reeds like ridicule. Brother You, startled, the wild ducks in the reeds quacked and rushed into the sky, but my brother was silent. Suddenly I had an ominous feeling. I cried and rushed to the channel where my brother stepped out. The reeds gently tilted to both sides, and the reeds slipped across my face. When I stumbled into the river, I saw that it was as smooth as a mirror. And I finally had a chance to walk through the dense reeds and walk to the home of the fish surrounded by reeds like a round mirror.

Reed in winter is the best playground for children. Reed is still tall and straight in the cold wind, but its branches are as fragile as old people. We often run to the ice and sweep it gently with our feet, and the reeds will break and lie down. At this time, I always like to push the reeds out of a narrow passage and run to the ice in the middle of the river to see the fish. Under the thick ice, there is still unfrozen water, and fish are swimming below. We laughed and ran with the fish on the ice, just like running a marathon with the fish.

The memory of Reid stays in the winter before leaving home. My partner Xiaoyan's family is going to build a new house. Adults peeled the newly bought wood in the yard to make purlins, while a group of children were sent to make reed curtains to build houses and lay roofs in their hometown. The fine reed curtain is waterproof, soil-proof and corrosion-proof. They have lived under the roof paved with reeds for generations and lived all the way.

Now, I am far away from my hometown and my reeds. However, I often hear reeds rustling in my dreams, and I will also see the wind carrying waves of reeds to the horizon.

When I miss my hometown, I often think of reeds.